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in1-nutshell · 5 months

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I'm gonna try again tfp team prime with a bot Buddy who has a concerning interest in poison. 😅 And now i'm beginning to annoy myself

Hello there! Don't worry about asking again, I'm just not well versed in some things that's all. Still glad you asked though! Since you did not specify which characters you wanted I will be selecting them at random.

Hope you enjoy!

Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus reaction to Bot Buddy who is fascinated with poison

SFW, Platonic, talks of poison, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFP

Ratchet

Ratchet has known Buddy for a while. As in before the war started, before their interest in poison.

Buddy used to be a good doctor that helped him from time to time in his makeshift clinic. They were always experimenting with new forms of medicine to treat patients. It could have been medicine for a mesh wound to try to find a cure for the rust plague.

It was during the war that they had found an interest in poison.

Ratchet wouldn't see Buddy again until they crash landed on Earth. To say it was a pleasant surprise was an understatement.

"Ratchet? Ratchet is that you my friend?"--Buddy

"Buddy?! By the Allspark it's great to see you online."--Ratchet

"Likewise my friend. Now tell me, what do you need?"--Buddy

"Any help at this point would be nice, truly. "--Ratchet

"Well it's a good thing I brought my kits! Don't worry this war will be over in no time now!"--Buddy

"You still have the kits?! I thought they were destroyed in your lab back on Kimia."--Ratchet

"Kits? Ratchet what are they talking about?"--Bulkhead

"An explanation would be nice."--Arcee

"Buddy has a gift for medicine... And other things..."--Ratchet

"Oh Ratchet you make it sound like a bad thing. To answer your question, my dear Wrecker, I specialize in poisons and venoms of all sorts! Pretty exciting don't you think?"--Buddy

"... I'm just going to be over there..."--Bulkhead

While Ratchet isn't exactly thrilled with the idea of Buddy handling any type of poison, he has to admit that they do get the job done.

Buddy is often seen in their little corner of the base or near the consoles discussing things with Ratchet.

Wheeljack

Wheeljack knew Buddy from the Wrecker's. Like him, Buddy was a former scientist before the war started.

The two of them went together faster than a house on fire. One was never too far from the other, and if they were something was going to explode.

There was a huge explosion the day that the two had gotten separated.

Years later Buddy found a strange signal coming from a planet called Earth. They decided to go and check it out. Who knows if they would find more poisonous things for their kits?

They didn't find any poison yet, but they did find Ultra Magnus, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack.

"Wheeljack! Bulkhead! Ultra Magnus sir!"--Buddy

"Buddy?--Bulkhead

"Buddy?!"--Magnus

"Buddy!"--Wheeljack

"Wait how do we know if it's the real Buddy? We don't want another Makeshift problem."--Bulkhead

"Makeshift?"--Buddy

"True soldier. From what you told me we need to be on high alert in case this is a Decepticon."--Magnus

"Decepticon?"--Buddy

"It's Buddy I can tell."--Wheeljack

"How?"--Bulkhead

"There is only one bot crazy enough to carry that many kits labeled POISON like it's a collection of rocks."--Wheeljack

"Hey!"--Buddy

After the formal introductions are made, and Buddy gets to know Team Prime, they are once again attached to Wheeljack.

Wheeljack doesn't mind Buddy's fascination with poison. In fact he encourages it. The more Cons they can the better.

Ultra Magnus

Ultra Magnus knew Buddy as a new recruit for the Wrecker's medic.

How in the world they became friends?

Magnus doesn't have the right answer for that. It just happened.

He is well aware of Buddy's poisonous hobbies but he can't say they aren't benefiting from it. There have been multiple times where the Wrecker's would have been killed if not for Buddy's experiments.

Buddy had gotten separated from the Wrecker's during a rather gruesome battle. Magnus pushes his grief deep down so he could focus on leading his group.

Buddy gets reunited with Magnus when they literally crash into the IronWill.

"Identify yourself!"--Magnus

"Magnus? Ultra Magnus! I can tell how good it is to hear your voice my friend!"--Buddy

"Buddy?"--Magnus

"Sure is Commander! Might I say it again, it's good to hear your voice."--Buddy

Magnus gives Buddy the introduction to the team. He makes sure that Buddy doesn't feel isolated or left out. He knows how that feels.

It takes more time for the team to get used to the fact that Magnus has a best friend than Buddy playing around with poison.

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #tfp x platonic reader #tfp x reader #tfp ultra magnus #tfp wheeljack #tfp ratchet #bot buddy

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mewhenimanangel · 11 months

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

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

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

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

wc: 3.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sunflowerskies00 · 14 days

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bet my heart, part 8

but if there ever was a sure thing

series masterlist

I'm antsy throughout hair and makeup, a bundle of nerves, I physically can't get myself to sit still. I'm basically bouncing in my seat. I know it's driving Jax and Donna crazy because constant moving doesn't make for good hair or makeup outcomes. I can tell they want to know what's going on that's got me so worked up, but apparently the look of, all the emotions, on my face, is enough to keep them from asking and just doing their best to work around my fidgeting.

I'm constantly checking the time on my phone, watching the minutes I have to talk to Quinn dwindling down. I needed this conversation to happen before I went on stage, I could sense the shit storm that was brewing if I went on stage without getting to talk to him.

As soon as Jax and Donna are done, I'm out of the chair and on my way to find Quinn. This conversation needed to happen, and it was happening now. I knew I'd hear it from Lucy for not going straight to change, but she'd get over it if I told her the only way I could get on stage is if I talked to Quinn.

Ironically, I find him in my room backstage, sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He must have heard me walk into the room. because before I can say anything he looks up, and slides the phone into his pocket.

"Hey," I close the door behind me, the signal to everyone on my team that it is not the time to need me. Normally the door was open, but when it was closed, I was having me time.

"Hey," he responds. This was so awkward, I hated it. I didn't know how to act right now, and that's something that had never happened in our two-decade-long friendship.

"What's going on?" I blurt the question out. I couldn't play this awkward back and forth and beat around the bush any longer. "You freaked out over Riley and me and started acting hella weird and unlike you. You've never given a shit about a single guy I've dated," the words start coming and they don't stop. Word vomit, that's what was happening right now. "And then when I say something, you deny that something's up, and tell me we'll have this conversation when you come to see me, and now here we are. What fucking conversation do we need to have?" I finally take a breath. He raises an eyebrow at me, and he looks slightly amused. I'm baffled, because how is he trying to hold in a laugh right now?

"Anything else?" He asks me. I'm pretty sure my jaw hits the floor because he's asking me if there's anything else? Not starting to explain what on earth is happening?

"What do you mean anything else? Quinn, I've waited four days for an explanation. Four days of not knowing what the fuck was happening, and what that weird ass behavior was after my concert. And you're standing here asking me if there's anything el-," My words get cut off because his lips land on mine. My eyes widen in shock. It takes a minute to register what's happening, but when I do, I move my arms from their place at my sides before moving them to rest on his shoulders. His hands land on my hips, pulling me closer to him.

Was I dreaming? Was this just a really deep sleep and I wasn't actually making out with Quinn backstage at one of my shows? I don't know how long it is before one of us pulls away, not long enough.

"Quinn," I say as soon as we're not kissing.

"Sage," he has a smile on his face.

"What was that?"

"I thought it was obvious, that was a kiss."

"Don't be a smart ass," I say.

"We're more than friends Sage, you know it, I know it, everyone knows it. We've been avoiding it for so long, but we both know the feelings between us passed platonic a long time ago." He's right, I had been keeping feelings at bay for years.

"Yeah, you're right," my voice comes out very breathy, and almost inaudible.

"I'm in love with you Sage, have been for a long ass time. Calling you my friend kills me, because I'd rather be calling you my girlfriend." he says.

"I'm in love with you too," I miraculously form words and can say something.

"Well that's a relief because this would be really awkward otherwise," he has a teasing smile on his face. A knock on my door disrupts the moment we're having, and I know that means I have to start getting ready, they wouldn't be knocking otherwise. "You have a sold-out show to play," he looks at the door.

"Yeah," I sigh. I wasn't sad about having to play, but I wanted to stay back here with Quinn.

"Go," he nods towards the door. "I'm not going to change my mind in the two hours it takes you to play, you told me you loved me so now you're stuck with me for a very long time," he says.

"Is that so?" I smile.

"Mhm," he has a smirk on his face. I press my lips against his again, before the knocking starts again. I mutter something not very nice under my breath but go to the door, knowing I really did need to get ready to go on stage.

"So, I'm your girlfriend?" I ask before opening the door. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Only if I'm in your boyfriend," he comes back.

"Deal," I grin before leaving the dressing room before Lucy pulls me out by my ear.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #vancover canucks #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #trevor zegras #cole caufield #quinn hughes x oc

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jpitha · 1 year

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You Can't Be Serious

Here's my entry for @flashfictionfridayofficial

I was the first Human to go through a wormhole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

"So now what?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Once again I flicked the switch and engaged the generator.

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

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

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cassieuncaged · 5 months

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Ghosts - Part 1

A Laurie Strode Character study.

1 of 2

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

WC: 1.7K

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

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2018

Highschool had been filled with promise.

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

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

Michael.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was all gone now.

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

1978

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The sky was the limit.

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

2018

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

Target practice. Preparation.

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

Unattainable.

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

Enough to wound not to kill.

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

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

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

Laurie Strode was nothing if not intelligent.

She knew better.

1978

He’d been there, in Haddonfield.

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

Statements still needed to be taken.

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

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

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

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

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

Bob was practically a stranger.

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

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

And leave their meek companion alone.

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

The trajectory had changed now.

2018

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

Was isolation better than death?

Laurie turned onto her side, staring at her phone.

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

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

Karen had always berated her mother for not living.

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

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

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uboat53 · 10 months

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

INTRODUCTION

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

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

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

WHAT IS A CONSPIRACY THEORY?

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

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

Source

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

A LIVING EXAMPLE

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

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

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

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

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

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

HOW CAN WE TELL?

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

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

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

CONCLUSION

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

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

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

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

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

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simp-for-marvel-woman · 10 months

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Sorry, I am bothering you well with Grammer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wpdariacutnes · 1 year

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Black, white (are you satisfied, are you satisfied?)

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You don't have to fit into the norm

Black, white (are you satisfied, are you satisfied, are you satisfied?)

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(My problem?, it's my problem)

You are not here to conform

Do I need to lie to make my way in life?

(My problem?, it's my problem)

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I live the stars and the sky of dark himalayas

You don't have to be like everybody else

From the day you were born

(My problem?, it's my problem)

Are you satisfied with an average life?

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You are not here to conform

Are you satisfied with an easy ride?

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(My problem?, it's my problem)

Recognize that I could be the eye, the eye of the storm

'Cause it's my problem if I want to pack up and run away

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#mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #art 2023

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blondrichclosetwitch · 2 years

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Here’s today’s takeaways from 10:58 am to 12:38pm:

I walk through this land

Stake a claim

This forest is in me

This is my home

It's time to turn the page to a brand new chapter

You're an idea man, not a yes man

With a point to make, you're bound to take a stand My ideas are mine when I begin to write

In my sleep

And beside you is where I want to be

Youre the love of my life

It's not my job to undo 11:11 the dying prophecy of you

You’re so off you’re on

I know I need to feel released.

Take care to leave a trace of a Man

You talk far too much for someone so unkind

Picture of you where it began

And I feel them drown my name

So easy to know and forget with this kiss

I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow

it’s your world ending soon cause I’m in coming soon when you get right down to it… When you get right down to it

You got tin foil eyes you know just what to do

Pictures of you—-11:36–again, pertinent and destructive. I remember the first time I put it together…I think it was 2018. And I started singing to a wall full of framed pictures of Stella/katie, and I just started sobbing. I got how fucked up it was. I’m sure it was taped.

Look at the blood we're spilling

Look in the doubt we've wallowed

Look at the leaders we've followed

Look at the lies we've swallowed

And I don't want to hear no more

My hands are tied

For all I've seen has changed my mind

But still, the wars go on as the years go by

With no love of God or human rights

And all these dreams are swept aside

By bloody hands of the hypnotized

Who carry the cross of homicide

And history bears the scars of our civil wars (yes all of that)

Over the wall, you're spinning 'round and 'round

Take a look in between my eyes

Because I'm back, yeah (oral sex possession reference)

Capricorn mates: Taurus

It seems like they don’t function properly without the money

They like to do things that revolve around Mother Nature

They believe in the right and very seldom doing wrong they got soul earth foundation

Mama's got a lover

A painter I am told

The money's in graffiti

Mamas got a lover, I met him yesterday

Maybe I’ll send him a card on Father’s Day

And I think my mother would kill me if she knew what I was about. I think I'm going to Hell.

Devils and demons are coming

Lovers and children beware

Now was not our time

We’ll meet again

Because all our dreams come true

Attempts to crack the party code

And there's one more thing:

We can do it softcore if you want

But you should know I take it both ways

Our bodies became one and then we so really turned on

Became a freaky permutation

Maybe you’re the master of disguise in you’re putting me on

Hey, you fill me like the mountain

You fill me like the sea, Lord

Not coming past but still at last

Your love brings life to me

“It ain’t him to blame, he’s only a pawn in their game.”

"And I'll be there," he says

Then he walks out

you’re not invisible inside your car no matter what Stupid sort of mission you’re on

Before we had a course of course this all had been laid down

(The following fell at 12:36/38. I know this song by heart from when I moved back from France. But while it played, all I could see was the liars

Hard to believe

That after all this time

That after all this I'm still me (oh her I may not be fit to be in society ever again, but hey I can type and…give hand jobs with a idgaf glazed look in her eye)

“Don't let that stop you. Tell them anyway……and you can make it up as you go.”(the fanfic masturbating bitches)

I'm already gone now

You were outside, just waiting

I'm already nothing

You just noticed me fading (Cokewhore)

“It takes a lot to make me crazy and a lot is always going on.” (girls, have you ever heard that there’s a thing as too much drama? Otherwise known as overkill. Just because you’re always drunkenly crying Over your boyfriends/husbands ((at least that’s what Lonnie said))doesn’t mean you should take it out on me. )

#it’s gonna be a hell of a night

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.4k

tags/warnings: dom jean, simultaneous masturbation, penetrative sex, oral receiving (female), fingering, swearing, casual sex, partying, make-out session, brother’s best friend, breeding kink, belly bulge.

synopsis: despite being Connie's sister, you were never half the party animal he was. at the moment, getting good grades on your last semester took all your time which made one of your good friends, Hitch, drag you out of your room to the party your brother hosted. what could possibly happen, other than sleeping with your brother's best friend?

a.n. : i was thinking about turning this into a short series but i’m still debating whether i should go for it or not. anyway, enjoy!!!

update: i actually turned this into a series ;) part two is up!!

Being the sister of one of the most chaotic human beings on earth had its drops. I was supposed to be studying for my last semester which was pretty difficult and needed a full-time concentration.

Instead, I was getting dolled up by one of my best friends, Hitch, who was practically begging me to get out of my room and party. "Don't be so nerdy, it's not like you need the extra credit. Connie will be sad if you don't show up. He's been whining to Sasha all day long how his own sister didn't want to attend his own party." She applied some red lipstick to my lips and popped hers as a sign that she was done.

"Hitch, I really appreciate y'all getting worried about me going crazy, but I'm fine really. You know I'm only going because I missed you and the girls." I stood up from my bed and walked to my vanity, gasping at how sexy I looked.

Hitch smacked my ass in response. "Your ass looks good in this dress. Get some tonight." I raised my eyebrow at her. She knew I wasn't in the mood to mess around and get attached again. I shrugged it off and opened my bedroom door.

"Wait, why didn't he invite them to our house?" I stopped, watching her make her way in front of me.

"He needed more space. And a pool. Now come on we're going to be late." she reached out to grab my hand and dragged me out of my house.

***

"Oh goodness..." I mumbled to myself when I noticed how crowded the place was. Some people were already drunk and throwing up on the grass and in garbage cans, others were shamelessly rubbing on each other, while the rest was either in the pool or at the bar.

"Oh, there's Connie." She pointed at my brother who gave her a tight hug. "Look who's here!" she cheered shaking my shoulders.

"Hey," I smiled and hugged him. "All good?" he smiled down at me and pat my head. I nodded and threw him back a smile. "Aight then, I'm gonna get going. Take care." he pointed at me jogging backward and eventually turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

A pat on my shoulder made me turn around, a grin instantly forming on my lips when I noticed that this hand belonged to Sasha. She jumped in my arms, squeezing me tightly. "Jeez I thought you were dead, never isolate yourself like that again." I chuckled taking a bite of her hot dog. "Hey!" she smacked my arm almost making me choke on the meat.

We caught up on a few things, our conversation getting steamier as Hitch began to mention her sex life and how we should be taking notes.

“No, but really, all jokes aside. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re not getting laid. I don’t even think you know how to pull men anymore babe, full offense.” She took a swing of her beer and shrugged her shoulders. I scoffed, clearly offended.

“Working my ass off for college doesn’t change anything in my flirting techniques.” I scoffed “You know what? I’ll prove it to you right now. Your pick.” I raised my hands up, challenging her. Sasha jumped in excitement next to me while Hitch was inspecting our surroundings.

“Him.” she pointed at the bar. I scrunched my face when I saw a guy who looked musty and crusty. “Girl, not him. Him.” she held my jaw with her hand and tilted my head. My eyes landed on a tall male, manspreading on the stool as his back was leaning against the wooden bar, watching everyone’s move. His elbows were resting on the wood, his right hand holding his drink, swirling it around.

He looked delicious with his tight black shirt and chinos, squeezing him in all the right places. His hair was slicked back, almost dropping to his shoulders. His facial features weren’t clear enough due to the distance I was standing from, but his jawline looked good enough.

He didn’t look like he was expecting company or was here with someone. I smirked and shook her hand, accepting her challenge. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make out with him. You’ve kissed strangers before. I’d like to see if you still have the balls to do it.” I shook my head with a grin. Frankly, I was expecting her to task me with something much worse.

“Done.” Sasha jumped in excitement and Hitch shook my hand. “Watch, and learn.” I turned on my heels and walked to the bar where he was sitting.

“Hey you,” I hissed, getting his attention. “Don’t move,” I whispered as I positioned myself between his legs and grabbed his jaw, placing my lips on his.

From here it could go two ways: he either pushes me off and tells me he’s into guys- yes it happened before, not a pleasant memory- or he kisses me back.

At first, he was shaken. However, it didn’t take him too long to snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him, deepening the kiss. He freed his hand from the glass he was holding and wrapped it around the back of my neck, pushing me closer.

I parted my lips, his tongue gently sliding in and toying with mine. When I finally decided it was enough, I let go of him and pulled away, a slight trail of saliva hanging from our lips.

Without adding any other word, I grinned at him and left. He didn’t say anything and sincerely I’m glad he didn’t. He clearly enjoyed it as well.

“Oh my God you actually did that.” she squeaked, shaking my shoulders.

“Hitch, it's not the first time. Also, he was a good kisser. Now, do you believe me?”

She sighed in defeat and nodded. Sasha was long gone, probably dragged to the dance floor by Connie and soon enough Marlo was here to drag Hitch too. I found this as an opportunity to go to the bathroom.

To my surprise, it was empty and clean. I checked if my mascara was still intact and if I needed to fix my lipstick. While I was applying some lipstick on, a group of girls came in, obviously tipsy, and started talking about the guys they wanted to fuck.

“There’s this tall dude with long hair, ugh girl I just want to hump him.” one of them giggled, leaning on her friend for support.

“Stephanie!! He was with a black-haired girl, don't be a slut.” her friend smacked her.

I cocked my eyebrow and added some mascara. I gathered my stuff and texted Hitch that I was going back home.

It was getting lame and my brother was in no way to be seen. I’m sure Hitch and Sasha would understand. I’ve been too focused on my studies and partying wasn’t what I needed right now.

I walked to the gates and waited for a taxi.

“Already leaving?” a voice echoed behind me, startling me. I jumped around to be met with the same dude I made out with, this time, a leather jacket resting on his shoulders.

Great.

“I’m not feeling it.” I shrugged.

“You can’t leave alone. Some dudes are total creeps.” He walked to me. His tall frame towering over me, the mixture of alcohol and perfume intoxicating me.

“You could easily be one of them. I don’t know you.”

“Well, if I were, you wouldn’t have made out with me for starters. You look mature enough to distinguish a gentleman from a douchebag.” He grinned, pushing my hair behind my shoulders.

“A gentleman?” I questioned, toying with the pockets of his jacket.

“Only if you want me to be,” he mumbled, raising my chin with his index finger.

We stared at each other for a while. I knew he was another stranger, but he made me feel aroused. Maybe Hitch was right. Maybe I needed some relief. So I did what I thought I’d never do.

“Come over. My brother is having fun at this stupid party and I doubt he’ll be back any time soon.”

I could tell he was hesitating, and to be honest, his silence made me question if I made the right decision asking him to come over. He looked like he didn’t want to take advantage of me. A true gentleman, I thought.

I didn’t really care though. We were both taking advantage of each other in this situation, knowing that we will probably never see each other again after this. It was a one-time thing.

I did have, however, a feeling that I’ve seen him before, but the booze wasn’t making me think straight and I shrugged it off. He didn’t seem to recognize me so there was nothing to be worried about.

“On one condition.” he spoke up. I tilted my head waiting for him to proceed. “Tonight, I’m in control.”

I chuckled and nodded. “If that’s what you want, cowboy then sure thing.”

“Jean.” he handed out his hand for me to shake.

“Y/n.”

***

It didn’t take us a lot of time to find his car and get to my place. As a matter of fact, our clothes dropped instantly on the floor as soon as we went through my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot,” he mumbled between kisses, his hand folding my breast. I giggled throwing my head back, my fingers playing with his hair.

His hands traveled down my body, parting ways as one pressed against my heat and the other squeezed my ass. He worked his digits between my folds, my fingers digging in his shoulders.

He gathered my slick before pushing it back with his middle and ring finger.

“Fuck Jean,” I moaned out. I pushed him closer, licking him from the base of his neck to his earlobe, and gently sucked it.

He sighed and backed me until I reached my bed. “Relax now,” He pushed me down on the mattress and spread my legs. I grabbed my pillow and placed it underneath my hips.

He sat on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders, my cunt a few inches away from him. Locking eyes with me, he gave my opening a long lick.

I hissed as he licked my slit, his thumb rubbing small circles to my clit. My hands gripped onto my sheets, my hips bucking. Damn, he was good.

“Shit, ahh, Jean,” I whimpered, his fingers now massaging my insides as his tongue played with my clit. He hummed against me, sending vibrations all over my heat.

I squealed as I felt myself get closer, my legs shakings on his shoulders.

“Be a good girl and come all over my face eh?” he seduced his fingers going faster inside me, occasionally curling to hit my sweet spot.

“I’m so close, fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I chanted gripping his hair, my head pushing down the mattress as my orgasm drove me over the edge.

He stood back up, his stubble coated with my wetness. He sucked his fingers before making them pop out of his mouth.

“Tastes as good as it looks.” He chuckled. “Spread them lips for me again baby let me see your mess”. he purred pushing his hair back.

Doing as I’m told, I spread my folds with my index and middle finger and bit my lip before running another finger between them, feeling my slick. He groaned as I touched myself, slightly playing with my swollen clit.

“You want me?” Jean stroked himself as I dipped my fingers inside me. I nodded biting harder on my lower lip, watching as he pumped himself, his vein now conspicuous.

He kneeled on my bed, pulling me closer to him. “Then take me.” And with that, he rammed himself in. I yelped at the painful stretch, his hands holding my hips. I grabbed his wrist with a hand and tried to reach my headboard with the other.

Once given the green light, he started moving slowly in and out, making sure I was comfortable. Gentleman alright.

His pace was steady, the moonlight lighting his side. He looked absolutely handsome. I wasn’t fragile, nor delicate whatsoever. Still, he didn’t fuck me just to please himself. He wanted to please me and feel me as much as I wanted to.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you okay?” I nodded with a smile. Jean’s thrusts became faster and harder. The deep long strokes were just appetizers for what he was keeping in store. He was big, but he felt incredibly nice.

My room soon was filled with the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other along with my moans and his grunts.

I was already feeling sensitive from my first orgasm, and his strokes were my g-spot almost perfectly. I was a panting mess beneath him, my makeup smudged across my face.

“Ah fuck, you’re choking me so fucking good.” he whimpered throwing his head back. Droplets of sweat trailed down from his toned chest to his abs. I stared at his tattoos and how they complimented him.

“Feel it y/n.” he grabbed my hand and placed it on my lower stomach. Shit.

“I’m gonna cum again, oh fuck, Jean.” I whimpered, his hips rocking my body. I squirmed under him, his thumb rubbing my pink bud, adding more friction.

I wailed as I felt my orgasm rip through my body, his thrusts getting sloppier. I knew he was close.

Fortunately, I’m always on the pill, so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down. “I want you to fill me up, please,” I begged, his face buried in my neck, leaving a love bite.

“I’m going to fill you up so good, so damn good.” He lifted my waist with his arms and pulled me closer. “Fuck, yes, oh fuck, yes.” he whimpered in my ear as he emptied himself in me, warming my walls with his semen.

We lead there for a while, motionless. His dick was limp inside me, his arms still holding me.

He feels warm. I don’t want to move. No, he has to move. I don’t do aftercare.

“That was good,” I said breaking the silence. Jean rolled to his side, his cum instantly leaking out of me as pulled out.

“Indeed. Thank you.” I chuckled at his silly response.

“You don’t thank someone for having sex with them dumbass.” A smile formed on his lips as he stood up to grab some tissues from my nightstand to clean me up.

“I’m a gentleman, remember?” he cleaned off our cum and tossed the tissues in my garbage can. “I should get going, we don’t want your brother to go nuts on you.” I nodded and pulled the sheets to cover my nude body. It was a shame that he was leaving, but as I said, I never did aftercare when it came to casual sex.

He put on his briefs and began pulling up his bottoms, however, the most unexpected thing happened, making him stop in his tracks.

“Hey, y/n I brought you some- Jean?!” Connie yelled dropping the bag of chips he was holding.

“Connie?!” Jean who was now half-clothed yelled back.

“Are you- oh my god- did I just sleep with your sister?” He panicked, holding his head with both hands.

I smacked my mouth, my eyes wide open. What the fuck was I supposed to do in a situation like that.

“You sure as hell did idiot!” my brother replied, now both of the males looking at me.

Well, that’s extremely awkward.

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milliedazzledust · 2 years

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

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

Part 1 is here

Words: 2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Merci” She whispered. (thank you)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, doll” She heard him call back.

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

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

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

“You promise ?” Her voice sounded so vulnerable.

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

“I promise I’m really here, Y/N”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Away” She whispered. “Far enough”

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

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

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

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

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

“I followed you” He simply said.

“Excuse me ?” She was offended.

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

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

“You basically stalked me” She crossed her arms.

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

“What is that supposed to mean ?”

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

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

“I had to go”

“Why ?” He demanded.

“You don’t need to know”

“So it is my fault” He guessed.

She stood up abruptly, shaking her head.

“I never said that”

“You suggested it” He rapidly reacted.

“Stop putting words in my mouth, Bucky!”

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

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

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

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

“No one!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop pushing, Buck” She almost begged.

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

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

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

She almost dropped her glass when she heard him.

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N…”

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

“I did” He nodded, softly smiling.

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

“I read it” He answered her silent question.

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

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

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

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

“Don’t go yet” She croaked.

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

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

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

“I know”

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

“Never intentionally,” He promised.

“I thought…I’d… I’d lost you forever”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE NEXT DAY:

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

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

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

Love you bunny,

Jackman

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

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

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

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

This was only just the beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part VII

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

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

Words: 1864.

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

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're too kind. Thank you."

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

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

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

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

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

Well, you could at least try, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you study all night?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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soramei · 3 years

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Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

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

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

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, Y/n-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

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

There was a slight pause.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He made his way to the swings.

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

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

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

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

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Would a kid do this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

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

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

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

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

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

You suddenly jolted awake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hyung!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

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

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

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

“I’m sure that won’t-”

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

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NNT Frozen AU pt.3

okay so i do have an explanation, i lost a bit of motivation for writing this cuz this part was a bit boring to write and i also got distracted by making other au’s, but now I'm back doing this now, so yay! You guys are just gonna have to bully me to stop me from procrastinating on this lol

Zeldris yelps in fear and excitement, holding onto his new hat tightly as the sleigh zoomed past various trees on the snowy banks. Gelda side eyes him smirking before turning her eyes back to the snowy path, “sorry about that, but me and Wild like to go fast.”

Zeldris lays back putting his feet up on the dash, “that’s fine with me, I like fast-hey!“ Almost immediately his feet were knocked by Gelda’s forceful hand.

“Hey, this fine polished oak!” He looked at her incredulously as she furiously wiped the place where his feet were, “what were you, raised in a barn?!” Gelda then proceeded to spit on the wood, presumably to effectively wipe off the dirt, some of it landing on Zeldris’s cheek causing him to cringe in disgust, cuz ewewewewewewew-

“Ugh, actually I was raised in a castle.” Gelda ignored him in favour of looking satisfied with her handy cleaning work.

They were silent for a while, so long that Zeldris started to sweat a little despite the cold.

what was he supposed to say?

was he supposed to say something?

was he supposed to say nothing at all?!

Gelda cleared her throat, “sooo, what exactly made the king go all darkness and destruction?”

...she couldn’t have phrased that more bluntly, Zeldris sighed. “it’s my fault, he was pissed that I had gotten engaged to someone I had just met that day-“

“What-“

“-but then he wouldn’t bless the marriage and-“

“Woah, woah woah! Woah- please tell that you did not just get engaged to someone you just met-“

“Yeah, pay attention, then of course I got angry and then he got angry and tried to leave so I grabbed his glove to get his attention. I mean yeah it’s not strange for him to wear gloves with formal wear but he wore them all the time so I thought he just had some problem with dirt! So-“

“You can’t just marry someone you just met!!!” Zeldris scowled at that, “ugh you sound like my brother.”

“yeah, and you’re brother’s right! what the fuck?!!”

this went back and forward for a while, Wild would stop them but this was just too entertaining for him not to listen to.

“-and then tried to ask the king of all people for his blessing, why on earth would you think that he’d listen to you even if you hadn’t just met your fiancé?!”

Zeldris rolled his eyes, “well, when you get engaged it is customary to ask your parents for their blessing, but their kinda, ya know, dead, so I the only other person I could ask was my brother. I didn’t think that he’d cover the land in darkness because of it!”

Hold on, Gelda was still trying to wrap her head around all this, “wait, repeat?”

“The only person I could ask to bless the marriage was my older brother, but he ended up covering the land in darkness?”

“…you mean the king.”

Zeldris looked at her annoyed, “yes, do you know anyone else with crazy powers around here?”

“…You’re brother’s King Meliodas.”

Zeldris pauses and then surveys Gelda’s expression, raising an eyebrow at her flat tone of voice.“...you sound surprised, why do you sound surprised?”

“You’re... older brother... is King Meliodas?!!!”

“I mean I did tell you that right?”

“No?! you forgot to mention that little detail. I just thought you were some noble!!!!”

“I thought it was obvious, after the official ceremony he was brought in front of the cathedral in front of all the kingdom's citizens! I was standing right there next to him!!!”

The taller girl scoffed, “and that was supposed to be a clue that you’re second in line to throne?”

“We look exactly alike!!!!” What?! no they…don’t?

Gelda gets closer to Zeldris’s face in order for her to properly examine his facial features, now that she was actually looking at him, he did have a lot similarities to the king, similar face shape, same nose, same eye shape, she was noticing that he had freckles on his nose.

and apart from Zeldris’s eye colour’s were different, his black eye was practically soulless, no glint of light just an empty black void. his other eye was a different story, it was a bright green, reminding her of bright summer fields, definitely brighter than his older brother’s...

“u-uhm G-Gelda???” Zeldris’s face was almost as red as his hat. Gelda immediately backs out of the prince’s personal and focuses her eyes on the road, her cheeks dusted a light pink, she coughs into her hand, “um, I now see the resemblance...”

“right...” Silence.

“Doesn’t mean you should marry a stranger.”

“oh you little-”

Then they are attacked by wolves, they’re both pretty badass, Wild jumps over a gorge and all three of them survived but Gelda’s sleigh that she had just paid off... did not. Zeldris thanks Gelda for her help getting him this far and promises to replace the sleigh and everything in it, and says that he’ll understand if she doesn’t wanna continue the journey anymore he goes on up ahead and starts trying to figure out which direction he’s going in.

Gelda after a short conversation with Wild, reluctantly decides to join Zeldris because he will die if he continues on his own (this guy hasn’t been outside a day in his life) and that if he’s dead she won’t get her sleigh.

“so we’re going that way right?” Zel asks pointing at a path through a bunch of trees, aw how cute, Gelda chuckles a little.

“more like that way.” she lightly tilts his arm upwards a considerable amount, Zeldris paled at that, wow. the north mountain was way bigger than he thought it was, like way bigger. but Zeldris steels his nerves and takes a deep breath, remember Zel, you’re doing this for your people, just remember whatever you feel about Meliodas you have to put it aside because everyone is counting on you.

“Okay, let’s go then.”

Meanwhile in the kingdom of purgatory:

It was... a shit show, there was a large bonfire in the middle of the town square, everyone was freezing, people were fighting, fear was everywhere and it was basically not a good time for anyone.

Thankfully Fraudrin had opened the gates to the castle as a shelter, with lots of warm clothes and food to give out. Ludociel was very not okay with this cuz he’s an asshole that no one likes and the only thing he’s thinking about is how Fraudrin is giving away Purgatory’s trade-able goods willy-nilly.

Then Zeldris’s horse comes back panicked and without Zeldris. Fraudrin immediately calls for a search party to find his fiancé and King Meliodas and Ludociel volunteers his two body guards, Sariel and Tarmiel, to join.

“When you find the King…you are to put a stop to this darkness, is that understood?”

Meanwhile miles away, in the dark castle on top of the north mountain Meliodas sneezes.

“Huh, seems like someone was talking about me… not that it’s surprising after what happened. They’re probably on their way to kill me right now!” The darkness around him start to get more spiked and dangerous as he laughs a bit hysterically

“-And maybe even mount my head on a- no, no, Meliodas breathe, no one knows your up here, no one’s going to look for you. No one’s gonna get hurt because of you, because no one is coming.”

He takes a deep calming breath and the spikes went back into the walls.

“Okay, now just focus on trying to perfect your bar area…”

Yeah he was doing some interior decorating, turns out the darkness he creates can have any consistency he wanted it to have, could be as soft as pillow, hard as rock or fragile like glass.

It was only after he finished the bar area that he realised that he had no booze.

Tragic.

#nnt #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #sds #sds anime #zeldris #meliodas #nnt frozen au #gelda nnt #geldris #I will be delving into Zeldris’s trauma later

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