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kelin-is-writing · 7 months

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unlike what the general public says... i think that dabi is actually a very caring person, especially with and towards his beloved girlfriend.

when you two are together, walking on the sidewalk, he’s always the one who walks on the road’s side and if by chance you’re walking on that side, he would stop the two of you on your tracks, put an hand on your hip and gently move you to the inner of the sidewalk.

whenever you two are in crowded places, dabi would stand closer to you while using his arms to keep strangers and weirdos out of your personal space, then opens a path for you to get out of there while leading your figure with an hand resting on the small of your back, walking right behind you so he can have a better view of your surroundings and intercept any type of danger if it ever dares to comes your way.

ohh this one, dabi rests his hand on the small of your back a lot; when he wants to tell you something only you need to hear, when he wants to get your attention, when he wants to assure you about and with his presence, when he’s curious to see what you’re doing, when you two are shopping and you show him something you want to buy or simply when you’re standing while listening to the other members of the league talking.

he, for some reason, just feels so much reassurance in that gesture and he also hopes you feel that too (you do by the way, it’s impossible not to honestly).

whenever you’re nervous, in panic or worried about something dabi would hold your hand, intertwining your fingers and then start rubbing his thumb across your skin in soothing circle motions while looking straight into your eyes with what to other seems like an unbothered expression, but being the person closest to him you can notice all the minuscule details; his slightly furrowed eyebrows, blazing eyes that says thousand of words, lips pressed in a thin line with the corners of his mouth curved downwards, tensed jaw, vein on his scarred neck pulsing and ah... there he goes “it’s okay baby, i’m here” which means ‘nobody’s gonna touch you on my watch’ because he’s going to protect the hell out of you and burn to ashes every stupid ass piece of shit that dares to lay a finger on his woman.

when you guys are sitting down with league eating, dabi would go “slow down there princess, nobody’s chasing you” at you as he rests an hand on the back of your neck running his thumb on your nape gently, looking at you quizzically with a lifted eyebrow but still amused by all the sudden hurry into eating. you low-key remind him of a little hamster and that makes the arsonist melt every single time, he will never tell you though.

everytime you’re sick he does his best to be of aid to you. if you’re vomiting out your soul he’s gonna be there to hold up your hair and rest a reassuring hand on your back that rubs it in circles, if you’re down with a cold or the flu he would keep you warm using his quirk alongside the blanket and never let you lift a finger until you become able to stand without your legs wobbling like a newborn deer.

whenever you fall asleep somewhere that isn’t your shared bedroom, dabi would not leave your side for a second or he’s afraid something bad might happen to you when he’s not there, even when you guys are at the league’s hideouts. the moment the man sees your nodding off he sneaks an arm under your chin and resting his hand on the side of your head he gently places it on his shoulder or when you’re out like a light in kurogiri’s bar or any other hideout, dabi straight up puts your head on his lap and while the others just talk or do anything he’s there silently listening to their antics while caressing tenderly your head, run his finger through your hair or rest his hand on your arm as he watches over you.

the times when you guys are on mission, be it only the two of you or with the league, and are walking into decadent or rather small places dabi will put an hand over your head to keep you from bumping it into something or would walk ahead of you then tell you to hold his hand since it can be dangerous.

when it comes to a person he loves and cares for, i can see dabi become a little of a worry wart and always looking out for you even when it comes to the smallest of the things, that’s because he’s afraid of losing you and he doesn’t want that to happen with all his heart that many think he doesn’t have when he actually does, it just needs the right person to unlock every door of it.

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mendeshoney · 7 months

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can you do something like what barzal is like as a bf?

I'm not sure if you intend this as a like little blurb or imagine or whatever but all I've got at this point are bullet points/a list of things I think he'd be like as a boyfriend so here it goes (and by no means is this a reflection of what he's actually like, this is all based on my own assumptions from observations)

he'd definitely be the type to walk around shirtless constantly because now that he lives alone why wouldn't he? plus he likes when you look at him like that so of course he's going to do it all the time

bonus points because he walks around in those little white boxer briefs he very obviously wears (thank you maya for that lovely piece of evidence)

also as we know he's super into picking up hobbies at any time, so it never fails that he's got random things scattered around the house like his guitars, or his 'custom' pickle-ball paddles after he picked that up, cards, literally the most random things

is too shy sometimes to show you what his hobby is so you always wait till he's a little more comfortable with it to ask to see it or to ask him about it, but when the times comes he gets either a) really excited to show you or b) really flustered because he cares about your opinion a lot

he's a social butterfly with the people he's comfortable around and loves being out at places, like on vacation or just out with friends, so whenever he is out with you, he's always leaning into your side or got an arm around you because he seems like the type to unconsciously be attached at the hip, or want to be attached at the hip

the PERFECT social media boyfriend, as we know (again, thank you maya). loves taking photos of you and loves it when you take photos of him

I feel like I can picture that moment when your relationship is still new and maybe you do like a soft launch on instagram of you two on a coffee date and it's just his hands holding his coffee cup/coffee mug and he absolutely eats. that. shit. up.

does his own soft launch of you two at dinner and maybe he's just holding your hand from across the table and even though it takes him like a dozen times because "the lighting isn't right" he posts that shit right away

tries SO DAMN HARD to be a gentleman, like so damn hard, because I feel like he really is a gentle soul. he tries to remember to hold the door open for you, walks with you on the inside of the sidewalk, tries to remember to buy you flowers just because. doesn't really shower you with gifts 24/7 but likes to

loves vacation with you and all the vacation photos that come with it because you both look so damn good

(do you take some naughty photos together? of course you do. naughty videos? maybe, maybe not)

vacation mat is super laid back but at the same time wants to do like three million things in a day, and if you're somewhere warm, you can guarantee 90% of those things involve him being outside the entire time, so he's super sunburnt. you rub aloe all over him every single night before bed so he doesn't peel and have to practically lather him in sunscreen every morning

he gets in these moods sometimes where he likes to spoil you on vacation so it never fails that you end up buying an additional carry on suitcase just to be able to bring all of those things back, including the souvenirs he buys for his friends and family

when you get back from vacation he lasts literally one hour after combing through all the vacation photos and videos you took before he's on his laptop planning the next vacation

"what about greece next babe? or maybe we can do somewhere like bali. what do you think?"

an honestly very low key kind of boyfriend at the end of the day I feel

#mat barzal #mathew barzal

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miniongrin · 2 years

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Okay playing PLA has made Zorua/Zoroark hands down my favorite Pokémon, they’ve got all the cute/elegant/creepy/mysterious vibes you could want and I Just Think They’re Neat

And! if that wasn’t enough, the sheer potential for AU ideas with Pokémon that can use illusions to disguise themselves as human? And the way the region variants mirror the submas twins?? The Brainrot has reached critical mass, so please consider:

Ingo falls from a space-time rift in the Icelands and hits the ground hard. He’s concussed, his memories are draining out of his head like sand through an hourglass, but there’s a blizzard and it’s cold and he’s lucky enough to almost immediately stumble into an ice cave, which is at least better than being in the middle of a howling storm.

The little Zorua living in the cave would beg to differ, and immediately tries to scare the weird falling human away! By transforming into the humans doppelganger with a big, creepy, evil smile, because that’s what scares humans, right?

Ingo, concussed, seeing Himself But Smiling: EMMET THERE YOU ARE!!! Zorua: ?!?

In a situation where he’s hurt and confused and upset, Ingo is overjoyed to see Emmet again! He reacts very warmly, even if his brain is all sorts of out of sorts and he can’t actually hang onto very many memories, or figure out how he got here in the first place, or understand why something seems wrong when Emmet is clearly right here with him (with a smile that’s too wide, with eyes that shine too bright…)

And this could have turned out very (verrry) poorly, since Zorua is low-key considering eating this human’s soul if it’s just going to sit here, but we all like Ingo here so I’m gonna play real fast and loose with how Pokémon and specifically Ghost-types work, because I have seen fanfic hint at Chandelure having some cool soul bond with Ingo that prevents it from passively leeching off his life energy, and I think it would be even cooler if that soul bond also protected him from other Ghost-type Pokémon messing with his soul!

(Is this actually how Ghost-type Pokémon work? Do all Ghost-types even want to eat souls?? Probably not, but It’s For the Fanfic, so bear with me here.)

Also, Zorua is a very bitty Zorua, even more lonely than your average Zorua would be and very anxious because of it, and the human is… being nice to it? Happy to see it?? And yes it’s because of the illusion, but even so, the Zorua can’t help but be a little drawn in.

It doesn’t help that Ingo’s head injury is fresh and is memory is still in a state of pretty drastic flux. Enough that he’ll be startled by something off about “Emmet’s” appearance and ask about it—“Emmet, are you wearing my coat?”—but then struggles to retain the memory of what he just said, even as Zorua corrects the mistake in the illusion, until Ingo forgets that there was a mistake at all.

After almost two hours of this back-and-forth, Zorua has adapted its behavior based on Ingo’s reactions to land on a… definitely off, but decent impression of Emmet. It stumbles over the “I am Emmet” catchphrase just because Ingo keeps forgetting his name and then looking awfully panicked, and hearing “Emmet” tell him who he is calms him down again.

But by this time, Zorua has started to panic about the warmth and comfort this odd human is making it feel. Yes, it’s cold and lonely for a small little Zorua, but that just means that it needs to eat the human’s soul to become stronger and fix those things! Right? It should eat the human, Zorua thinks. If it’s ever going to eat the human, it should do that right now.

It steels itself and reaches for the human’s soul, only to find it already claimed by some foreign, ghostly fire, hot enough to make Zorua flinch.

Ingo takes the flinch and sudden closeness as “Emmet” needing comfort. Still addled, still unable to put his finger on the strangeness of Emmet’s behavior, he reaches out, takes his brother’s hand, and promises him that they’ll be okay. They’ll get out of this. Ingo will be okay because Emmet will be okay, and they’ll figure it out together, so everything will be fine. They’re a two-car train, and nothing can ever decouple them.

Zorua is confused; feels warm and fuzzy and confused, and maybe against its better judgment, it echoes back the matching words that it’s learned over the past few hours, and—

A bond forms between them, in the same pattern as the ghostly fire already wrapped around Ingo’s heart. Zorua stares in shock while Ingo’s eyes slide shut and he falls asleep, slumped against Zorua, who is going to eat his soul.

…Except it isn’t, anymore. The human’s soul is Zorua’s now, but not to consume. He said those words with such trust and conviction, and probably hadn’t even realized what he was offering, but Zorua had responded. They’re bound together just like the mysterious ghostly fire is bound to the human, and Zorua doesn’t know if it could kill the human anymore even if it wanted to.

Zorua watches Ingo as he sleeps for a very long time, and eventually decides that this may not be exactly how it thought this was going to go, but if nothing else, Ingo is very warm, and it isn’t going to be lonely anymore if it’s going to be Ingo’s brother.

It even has a name now, too: Emmet.

“I am Emmet,” Emmet whispers to his new brother, who is still asleep, and eventually, Emmet curls up and joins him.

Zorua!Emmet:

Part 2

#i promise this is a happy au #it ends happy!!!#it just starts maybe a little sad and creepy because. ghost-types are a little sad and creepy even when they’re cute #zorua is baby just give it a minute or three to get over the Fear of Human #fake emmet au #submas #pokemon arceus #also i stg every time i try to write a fic summary it starts tiptoeing closer to actual prose the longer and more rambly it gets #oh well we’re going to pretend that’s on purpose #also wtf why do horizontal lines not work in tumblr html

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thatharringrovehoe · 3 years

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This whole Mob AU has it's hooks in me ya'll so here you go.

Criminal King Steve courting his Queen.

- It happens like this. Steve has always been spoiled. Has the whole "I want it, I got it" mentality. And that's applied to lovers to. He lost his virginity at the age of fifteen to Amanda Grady behind the hardware store. But Anthony Mueller was his first kiss at eleven years old. You see the WHOLE TOWN knows not too fuck with Steve Harrington. It's not that he'll kick your ass, cuz he won't. Has never laid a hand on another soul. But Kings usually don't. They have grunts for that. And since the age of seven Tommy has been laying kids out for King Steve AND GETTING AWAY WITH IT. Cuz of course Mr. Harrington appreciated someone taking care of Steve. Meant he didn't have to. So Tommy never gets detention EVER. And while he doesn't go parading his boyfriends around (he's not stupid), no one ever gives him shit for it when he has a "friend" sleep over on a Wednesday night at the age of seventeen and comes to school covered in hickies the following Thursday morning.

- So when Billy beats Steve's keg stand record at Tina's Halloween party and comes vaulting his drunk ass over that damn couch to stare Steve down, Steve is fucking living. This boy is a hurricane trapped inside the most gorgeous body he's ever scene and he wants. And King Steve always gets what he wants. Gives a lazy smile and gets up really close to Billy. "I'm impressed Heartbreaker. Must not have much of a gag reflex huh?"

- And Billy is not ready for this sober let alone post keg stand. Cuz his dad moved them cross country to scare the "queer" out of him and this boy is so so pretty. He should take a step back. Regroup. Push him away. But he doesn't.

- King Steve takes him back to his lonely castle and ruins him. Spreads him out on silk sheets in a four poster bed like he's something precious. Something adored. Something worth the trouble and the time. Goes home in the morning sore enough that he's walkin a little funny but in all the best ways.

- After that though? Billy notices things get a little strange. Because when he first got here all the girls lined up just to stare as he got out of his car. Now? Now they wave at him. Like they've been friends for years. And what the hell? He's blatantly late for class and doesn't get a tardy slip. At lunch after all of the chocolate muffins are gone the lunch lady somehow procures one with frosting on it for Billy free of charge. It has him on edge. He knows good things are never free and it seems he's running quite the tab. Makes him antsy, waiting for the catch. But when Steve waves him over to eat lunch with his advisors and generals he relaxes a little. Cuz maybe that's just what it means to have friends in high places.

- Not only that but his dad isn't even suspicious. Has absolutely nothing to say about the new boy he's been hanging with. Doesn't even know he exists which. Weird. Because his dad has always been the type to ask around about his son. Makes sure Billy and his sick twisted desires don't come back to embarrass Neil. But he's not gunna look a gift horse in the mouth.

- And Steve keeps giving him things. The new Metallica album a week before it's out (how in the fuck...?), a black leather jacket that's buttery soft to the touch, even gives him a new earing. A dangling cross with a diamond in the center. And Billy knows he looks good okay? Is confident in his skills in bed. So initially he's sure that's why Steve treats him like this. Cuz they've fallen into bed together almost every other day since Tina's party and it's good. Fucking fantastic sex alright? Billy's never had anyone as good as Steve Harrington. So if the king wants to throw pretty baubles at him then so be it. It's not like it's a struggle or anything.

-But then Billy gets sick. Like he's not dying (he would very much argue this) but it's a bad flu bug. High fever, aches and pains the whole bit. Billy doesn't get out of bed for two days. It's so bad even his dad lays off to an extent. So when the doorbell rings Max has to get it even though technically Billy is babysitting while Susan and Neil are out for date night. And there stands Steve Harrington with an easy smile and a plastic bag full of cold medicine and homemade soup.

- And Max is low key freaking the FUCK out because her friends at school told her all about king Steve. Mike's sister is his best friend so he actually sees the kids quite often. And while Mike isn't his biggest fan he still concedes he's a pretty nice guy whenever it comes to them. Brings them the GOOD sugary snacks and a pizza whenever he stops by during their DnD campaigns. But she also knows he's probably the most powerful person in town. Has got Will's older brother on his payroll. Has somehow heard about Billy being sick when she hasn't told anyone. So she's wary when he asks to come in and see Billy. Cuz even if he's an asshole he's her brother and if this guy is here to fuck with him then she's gunna stage a coupe.

- But Steve just smiles big and sheepish. Tells her he was worried when Billy didn't show up to school. Wanted to know if he was okay. Made soup and everything. So she lets him in and directs him to the door down the hall on the left where Billy is working through a fever of 101.2. Tells him she loves her brother very much. That she'll be in the next room over. Then turns around and runs to her room, her red hair a battle flag in the wind. Steve likes her instantly.

- Billy was super out of it the whole time but he's pretty sure Steve Harrington stopped by and fed him soup. Gave him expensive cold medicine that knocked him the fuck out and read to him when he wavered in and out of consciousness. And that.. That's dangerous. Because Billy knows that's not something you do for just anyone no matter how good of a fuck they are. That's something you do for someone you have feelings for. And Billy can't have that. That's not how his life works. He doesn't get to keep someone like Steve. But when Billy goes back to school Steve is there waiting by his locker with a smile and a coffee made just the way Billy likes it. Feels his heart flutter like the traitorous little mother fucker it is. And falls in love with Steve Harrington right there five minutes before English on a Monday morning.

#Mob AU #Harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #billy hargrove/steve harrington #Mad Max #maxine mayfield #I'm in love with this you guys prepare for more.#stranger things

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messedupfan · 3 years

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Infinity & Beyond (Wanda Maximoff x Reader) Chapter 4

Summary: This chapter focuses on the journey of the reader during the five years without Wanda.

A/N: Thank you for the likes and reblogs! Hope that you are all enjoying the story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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You wake up a few months later in the Avengers compound once again. This time with your memories intact and feeling unbelievably disappointed. “She found him,” you find yourself saying to whoever was in the room as you involuntarily sit up on the bed. The nurse brushes it off as some weird superhero thing and not something to address. But then you repeat yourself again and again until she alerts Bruce who grabs the attention of the other remaining Avengers.

"What do you think she means?" Natasha questions as you make the statement again.

"Maybe she's talking about Wanda and Vision?" Steve chimes in with a concerned look on his face and his arms crossed over his chest.

"Why would she be talking about Wanda and Vision? Vision was an advanced robot with a stone in his head, he had no soul for Wanda to find. If any of that exists," Bruce points out.

"I don't know then," Steve shrugs. Then you repeat the phrase again. "Maybe it's Wanda and her brother? I don't know, maybe we're too focused on the cloudy eyes thing. We could be thinking about this too hard."

Then Rhodey comes into the room to inform the members that the radar has picked up a signal of an unidentified flying object. He thinks that Carol might be back. "Just say UFO," Natasha rolls her eyes as she follows the guys out of the building. On their way out she spots a worried Pepper Pots and quirks her lips into a reassuring smile. "I think she found him," she says to the woman and leads her to the landing zone of the compound. It's only then that Natasha realizes what you meant. Sure enough, a woman is carrying a ship into the landing zone with Tony Stark and someone named Nebula. Pepper wraps her arms around Tony in tears and relief. He is quickly brought to the medical wing where you remain. Somehow having watched the whole thing from your bed.

When you come out of it the nurse informs you that your eyes had gone cloudy for a moment and you had predicted the return of your father. "He isn't my father," you grouched. Huh, must be another ability, you think to yourself.

Later, after passing a few diagnostic exams with flying colors, you are discharged from your hospital room and are eating across from a very serious Thor as people argue and yell at each other. It was weird to eat actual food. Thor was almost amused watching you figure out how to hold your sandwich.

Tony is then rolled into the room with a furious energy. You can tell that he is really hurting from this loss, that he is frustrated and you can even feel betrayal radiating off of him somehow. Of course, it's not until he's shouting at the Captain that you realize you are feeling his emotions. You were feeling everyone's defeated emotions and it was beginning to suffocate you. As you try to distract yourself with the food, your mind wanders to how overwhelmed Wanda must've felt being able to read people's minds. That leads to the memory of Wanda slipping from you and it's almost too much to handle. You toss the plate in front of you, disrupting the ongoing argument. You’re squeezing your skull as the tears come and you scream for it all to stop. Natasha and Steve fall to your side as they do their best to calm you down. Once the memory leaves you and you've settled, everyone in the room gets serious about finding Thanos.

Nebula is useful as she provides the only lead to finding Thanos and you join them on the spaceship, brushing off everyone's concerns. The talking racoon asks how many of you haven’t been to space before, you raise your hand among the others which seems to be enough to make him laugh. You don't understand why until the ship rushes off to space.

Arriving just outside the planet, a floating woman you hadn't been introduced to yet appears at the front window and is surprised to report that the planet is just Thanos. Along with everyone else, you are heart broken to find out that he had destroyed the stones. You feel for Thor when he says he went for the head and shed another tear for the woman that Thanos had taken from you. It feels like you just lost her all over again.

The first year is the longest. The days feel never ending and drag on. Most nights were spent jolting out of bed in a cold sweat as you're being haunted by memories. It often felt like you were back in the hands of Hydra being electrocuted and injected, spoken to in a language you didn't know, probably German. Everything that was done to you in the time you were captured, everything that your mind had originally suppressed, was attacking you each night. Going through it alone made you miss Wanda even more. So once you could remind yourself that you were safe, you had also been reminded that you were alone. Lots of tears were shed in the night.

After Tony built up enough strength to leave the compound he did but he never stayed gone long. He would return often to attempt to build a relationship with you. It wasn’t easy trying to let him in, the lack of sleep being no help, so you didn’t. Your resistance never stopped him from making the effort to get to know you. Now that he knew you existed, he wanted to be part of your life. Tony knew that you needed family and he was all you had left, even if you didn't want to accept it. He promised to never abandon you ever again.

That didn’t mean he stopped living his life. Within a few months of his recovery, Tony invited you to his surprisingly low-key wedding which you begrudgingly attended with Natasha and Steve. They had been helping you out a lot with coping and figuring out whether or not you wanted Tony in your life. Steve often joked about fighting him again to get him to back off, but you never took the offer. You did your best to enjoy yourself at the wedding but it only reminded you of what you couldn’t have.

You smiled your way through the night as you thought about Wanda.

Her smile, the dress she would’ve worn, her laugh, that look in her eyes that is so full of love and only reserved for you. Your mind went even further back to a time when Pietro was alive and how they would’ve danced together and how happy he would have been for the two of you. You even imagine the wide grin he would have walking Wanda down the aisle and the single tear he would shed. Once he found that ring of yours he was constantly harassing you about when and how you were going to ask his twin. Even giving unwanted advice and ideas. It was all so consuming. That night you fell asleep crying in Natasha’s arms.

Months later, while Tony was visiting you he included you in on a secret. Pepper was pregnant. You didn’t exactly give the most joyous reaction but you were happy for him and Pepper. “When she’s born, promise me you won’t come back here,” you find yourself saying.

“Well I don’t know if she’s a girl yet but… why don’t you want me to come around here?” Tony asks as he returns the ultrasound image to his pocket.

“I want the three of you to be happy. I don’t want you to worry about me. Besides, I’m thinking of asking Nat to start assigning me to missions. I probably won’t be around as much and I really just need to get my mind off of the things I lost and the things I can’t have.” You keep your eyes on the promise ring Wanda had given you on your first anniversary. “But I want you and Pepper to be happy. Enjoy your life Tony. You don’t need to make things right with me to do that.” Tony disagrees but hugs you as he says his goodbyes and you find Natasha for your first assignment.

You are there for the birth of Morgan Stark. You forge her a special necklace from your powers and smile at the little bundle of joy. “Congrats you guys, she is so precious,” you say as you hold the baby.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Pepper says with hooded eyes and a tired smile. You hand the baby back to Tony and leave before thoughts of Wanda could invade and cloud your head. She always wanted a family. She used to fantasize about the kinds of parents the two of you would be. The types of kids you guys would raise. Baby names… Being away allowed you to forget her. But moments like these threatened to tear you down.

More years pass and Natasha is forced to ground you from missions because you have become too mentally unstable and a major liability. Steve drags you to his group therapy sessions but you hardly pay attention or contribute. You just miss Wanda and you allow yourself to feel that pain because running from it has only made it grow. For the most part you spent your time sitting in meetings with Steve or Nat. You preferred being in Natasha’s meetings since they were about mission updates and strategy and not about people crying over first dates. Shortly after that particular meeting Steve began to hint that maybe you should give it a try, you shut him down and turned it around on him. He quickly dropped the subject.

Among that daily schedule you would end your nights curled up on your bed in the room Wanda stayed in while she was waiting for you to come back to her. You would hold some clothes that still smelled like her to your nose as you listened to sad songs. For a while you’re stuck listening to Little Talks wondering if her spirit was lying by your side trying to reach out to you. Some of the things you felt were too painful to keep around and you had them stored at a special place far enough from here. One of them being the old computer. Well, they had been stored away for you but sometimes you convinced yourself that you made the call on your own. Not that Natasha arranged a team to steal most of your belongings.

Tony was generous enough to copy every video and photo file from the computer and put them into your phone. They helped you go to sleep at night.

Then one day, a man you swore had to have been on the vanished list that Nat viewed often, appears at the gate. “Is this old?” Steve asks.

“This is live,” Natasha says. They let him in and the three of you stand around as he explains how he can help. You, Nat, and Steve are skeptical but not so much that you guys don’t have hope it won’t work. Immediately you guys are on the road to find Tony Stark.

Over the years you tried to visit between missions, when you could. Not for Tony but for Morgan. You couldn’t help but fall for the little girl, she was your sister and you wanted to be the best big sister you could be for her. You also wanted to make sure she knew how many people cared for her and that she would always be safe and protected. Natasha was also captivated by her and would sometimes join you on the visits. You girls would play once she was able to run around and you even showed her some of your powers. During this time you finally allowed Tony in and even established a healthy relationship with him and Pepper because whether or not you wanted to accept it, they were your family.

When you arrive at the cabin, Morgan jumps out of Tony’s arms and runs into yours. “Y/N/N!” She shouts happily. You greet her with just as much energy and take her into the house to let them do the talking.

Pepper prepares some drinks and has you take them out to everyone. You re-enter the kitchen to help her with lunch. “Why aren’t you out there with the rest of them?” Pepper asks conversationally.

“Because my powers are connected to my emotions and if your husband says no… I might accidentally blow him into bits and pieces,” you sigh.

Despite herself, Pepper laughs a little. “You know,” she starts. “If you called him dad, he won’t have any other choice than to say yes.”

You shake your head, not this again. “Not going to happen.” Tony hasn’t directly asked you to say it but Pepper has and she keeps bringing up how much it would mean to him to hear you say it. “Besides with what we’re trying to do there’s a chance that he might lose all of this. I’m not even sure if I want him to say yes.” Your gaze lands on Morgan playing with her toys. Pepper follows your gaze and smiles softly.

“Hey Morgan, sweetie?” Pepper calls attention to her daughter who curiously looks up at her mother. “You should go out there and rescue daddy,” Pepper says. The little girl's face lights up as she stands to run to the front door. “Knowing Tony, he will find a way to protect everything he loves and save the world. Even if it kills him,” there is something in the way she says those words that causes the two of you to share a look. A hopeful let’s hope it doesn’t come down to that.

She then gives you a hug and tells you to stop by more often, she wishes you luck, and you leave the warmth of the home to the frowns of your rejected friends. You don’t look at Tony when you bid him goodbye.

Next you find yourself in Bruce’s diner and watch as Scott Lang fails to be recognized as Ant-Man by some kids. Bruce is willing to give the time travel a try and on the day the test run is done, you begin to lose hope again. You eat your taco near a window as you observe Scott set up in the landing zone. You laugh when Nebula and Rocket arrive blowing away his food. You almost can’t believe that is the guy who had access to the closest thing they had to a time machine. Steve walks in smiling at your laugh, you don’t do that often, with Tony barking orders behind him. People get to work on the machine and that pesky flicker of hope is restored.

As you work on things Tony is by your side teaching you about every part you are using and putting together. You just let him rattle on and on as you let yourself fantasize about holding Wanda in your arms again. Before you know it they are doing the first test run with Clint Barton. He disappears and instantly reappears with a baseball glove and a stunned expression. “It works,” he says and that feeling of hope causes your heart to pound in your chest. You are going to see her again. Now to find out when to travel to.

“See you in a minute,” Nat says with contained excitement. She is just as excited to complete this mission as you are. After a lot of thinking and planning they separated into three teams of people. Tony, Steve, Bruce, and Scott leave to 2012 to retrieve the tesseract, scepter, and the time stone. Nat, Clint, Nebula, and Rhodey vanish to 2014 to grab the power stone and the soul stone. The last team is just Thor and Rocket to grab the reality stone that is apparently inside of Thor’s former girlfriend. Tony, Steve, and Nat wouldn’t let you go on the mission because they still think you’re a liability. You argue that Thor isn’t exactly the picture of mental stability but they point out that Thor is the only one on their team that knows Asgard and where that stone is.

So you sit and pout in a chair for the quick minute that everyone is gone. Part of what has you so pissed off is that you didn’t get to experience time traveling. All because of a few bad missions. You watch them disappear and stare at the platform but time seems to drag on and you look down at your phone with a sigh. In that second everyone has returned with their stones and your heart drops. You notice one person missing and frown. “Where’s Nat?” You ask. Clint wears a broken expression and takes a breath before explaining how he received the stone. “Oh,” is all you can come up with.

Clint felt that it should’ve been him and you didn’t disagree but you understood why Natasha sacrificed herself. She confided in you a few times about how she felt like a monster because of what she was forced to do when she was being raised in the Red Room. She even talked about the mandatory hysterectomy and hated that she could never carry kids of her own. You did your best to try and cheer her up by telling her that adoption was always an option. “No agency is going to allow a former assassin to adopt a kid. Trust me… I tried.” She then boasted about Clint and his family, she loved them as if they were her own family. “I’ll deny it if you tell anyone but I cried like a baby the first time his daughter called me aunty Nat,” she got teary eyed and you passed her another shot of vodka.

Natasha missed them so much and you knew she would sacrifice herself to get them back. She wouldn’t have been able to live with herself if his family came back and she had to inform them that he died to save her. She probably would have felt like a bigger monster than she already thought she was. You stood up and left the room to collect yourself and get as far away from everyone’s grief as possible. Natasha had easily become your best friend these past few years. In the past year that you’ve been stuck at the compound there were days when it felt like all you had was each other. You can’t believe she’s gone but you have to hope that there is still a way to bring her back.

Banner finds you later and makes you some food and Rocket sits with you and the rest of the guys sit by the dock to talk. You force the comfort food down despite feeling too sad to eat and notice Nebula walking back into the time machine area. They call you into another room where they’re going to put the stones together but you ignore them and follow Nebula. They let you go, assuming that you’re still upset about losing Natasha. The first time you went on an actual mission with Nebula, you were put off with how serious she was so you came up with random nicknames to call her. She was annoyed initially but eventually she mentioned how funny she thought it was. Her tone had remained emotionless as she told you that and you had to refrain from laughing because it felt rude to do so as she was opening up. Nebula was still a very serious person to be around but she loosened up a bit around you, even called you her friend.

“Hey Neb-Neb!” You called out after her but she ignored you. “Bu-Bu! Hello?” You followed her to the control panel, “Nella, what’s going on with yo–” she cuts you off by wrapping her hand around your throat and speaking to you through gritted teeth. There was definitely something off about Nebula but you couldn’t quite figure it out. So you fought back because you weren’t fighting your friend, you were fighting a stranger. The two of you go hand in hand until she slips out of your hold and goes back to the control panel. You move to stop her but are too late. Next thing you know, you are waking up in rubble.

With a groan you sit up and dust yourself off then quickly panic, you don’t even know if they had time to do the reverse snap. You crawl your way out of the rubble and find Steve, Tony, and Thor speaking in hushed tones. “Did you guys do the snap? What happened?” You ask frantically, you need to know that you’ll be seeing Wanda again. Losing her a third time was simply not an option. Then you see a very alive Thanos just sitting there. That’s when it connects in your head. It was a different Nebula and she was getting a past version of Thanos into this present. “Please tell me you guys did the snap,” you look at Tony and he nods. But the look on everyone's faces told you that they didn’t know if it worked.

You join them as they attack Thanos but he is powerful and not easy to bring down. You’re tossed into another pile of rubble and shake your head, annoyed with yourself because you felt useless. Your powers were failing you and you couldn’t fathom as to why. Out of nowhere you see portals open up one by one, the people that had vanished and the people that hadn’t stepped through each portal. Then an enormous Ant-Man emerges from the ground and drops off a few more people that must’ve been trapped from the destruction of the compound. You gather with the rest of them and really focus to activate your powers as Steve grabs Mjolnir and shouts, “Avengers… Assemble!” Despite the unsuccessful attempt, you still charge along with the rest of them to fight against Thanos’ army.

Without seeing her, you could just sense that Wanda is among the rest and as much as you want a reunion, saving the world takes precedence at the moment. You could practically hear her telling you to go be a hero anyway. As you fight against Thanos’ army, using the hand to hand combat skills Natasha and Steve taught you, a part of you is still distracted and searches for Wanda. Regardless of where you want your focus at the moment. You make your way around the battlefield hoping to knock into her or something so that you don't get yourself killed trying to find her. Then you hear her.

“You took everything from me,” her tone is heavy and her eyes are glowing. You come to the conclusion that she must not know whether or not you are alive. So you don’t let her know and wait to find out what she does.

“I don’t even know who you are,” Thanos responds, angered by the woman's threatening glare.

“You will,” she says before she starts attacking him with her powers. Discreetly killing off a large gathering of Outriders hurtling towards you, you watch Wanda as she comes very close to killing Thanos herself. He calls for the ships to rain fire on everyone and that’s when you finally make yourself present to her. You jump from your spot and land right beside her and create a force field to protect the both of you. Other members are being protected by the sorcerers and it isn’t until Captain Marvel comes flying through that the bullets stop coming down and people are trying to get the gauntlet out of there. You turn towards Wanda and feel her mixed emotions, you wink at her with a smile as you let the barrier go.

“It’s time to be a hero right now, love. We can say hello later,” you tell her before you go back into the fight, the adrenaline rushing through you as your powers have finally activated. Each member does their best to keep the gauntlet out of Thanos’ reach but sadly no one succeeds and he holds the extreme amount of power once again. Carol fights him with as much power as she has to keep him from snapping his fingers but eventually gets tossed aside. You step up next using everything that you have inside of you, using abilities you had no idea you even possessed. But in the end you are tossed onto a metal rod that had been protruding out from the destroyed building. It had stabbed you through your side making it difficult to breathe. As you fight for air you look around to watch Thanos and his army disappear. Tony collapses beside you. “No,” you cough out weakly. You reach out for him and luckily he was close enough for you to touch his shoulder. “Tony,” you gasp as the tears sting your eyes. His eyes follow the sound but you can tell that he’s not actually looking at you.

“Mr. Stark, we won. Mr. Stark,” Peter says as he tries to grab Tony’s attention. Rhodey lands beside his best friend with understanding and sadness in his eyes. Yours tighten shut for a moment as your tears start to fall. You want to wake up from this horrible nightmare but this is reality, a piece of you knew that you couldn’t avoid. Then Pepper arrives and pulls the boy in the spider suit away from her husband. You look up and see that he has finally returned somewhat enough to recognize his wife.

She tells him that he can rest now, then she looks over to you so that you know that now is the time to say something so you don’t regret it later. With a weak grip on his shoulder you nudge him to return his attention to you. It looks like he’s trying to smile at you but is obviously far too weak to do as such. You offer him the best one that you could muster in your current state. “I love you, dad. It’s okay, we’ll be okay,” your hand lands in his and he gives it the lightest squeeze before it falls limp.

Wanda makes her way over to you and panics at the amount of blood you’ve lost but at the moment you don’t feel anything. Not even the pain of losing your father. You just feel… numb. It dawns on you that your body must be failing but that doesn’t scare you. She takes your hand as your loud thoughts of just letting go enter her mind. “No,” she starts through frustrated teeth. “You can’t leave, Y/N. Please, keep fighting. This can’t be our ending. I need you, please don’t leave me,” she sounds so broken but equally determined to keep you alive. As you hold her gaze she lets out a broken sob and tenderly whispers, “I love you to infinity.” She continues to beg, depositing small kisses to the back of your hand. As her words sink in, you find the strength that you need to fight off the thoughts of letting go. Then, with your heightened vision, you look around and find every remaining Avenger kneeling out of respect for your father and you have the urge to join them. You struggle to get up from your position, Pepper and Wanda try to stop you from moving but all rational thought has left you.

“I’m not dying right here,” you grumble as you reach behind you and cut the rod. You shift your position and Pepper sprays your wound to close it around the remaining bits of the rod that was still in you so that the bleeding would stop until you could get it properly treated. Then you kneel for your father to show your respect for him in his death that you failed to show while he was alive. You think about how grateful you were for the last five years and how much you appreciated that he never gave up on you. You silently thank him just as the adrenaline leaves your body and it succumbs to the full extent of your injuries causing you to collapse and pass out.

Chapter 5

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hindisoup · 3 years

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Self-studying a language with self-criticism

If you are a self-demanding person, like me, you may set yourself very high expectations, and then feel upset from time to time when you fail, like me, to reach these unrealistic requirements.

Self-analysis is a healthy skill we can use to assess and measure our success, or to observe our shortcomings in a way that guides us and help us towards our learning goals. But sometimes it turns into counterproductive self-criticism which may drive us to compare ourselves to others or causing us to lose confidence. Lack of confidence and feelings of guilt or shame that may be felt due to those unmet self-set goals may stop a language learner from booking their next iTalki lesson or answering voice call from a language partner - feeding into the cycle of failing to reach our learning achievements.

Here are some tips that I have found helpful when that sinking feeling of failure hits:

First of all, check your energy levels. Sometimes, especially in the autumn or winter, the lack of natural light combined with busy work or study schedule can drain you, and you simply cannot perform at your best every day. If you have a low motivation day and notice that your inner monologue is self-deprecating or overly negative, focus on the basics. Try to give yourself a good night's rest and have a warm meal at least once a day. It's okay to mend your study routine to match your energy levels. Even if today is a bad day, tomorrow may be different. You are allowed to rest and it doesn't mean you are lazy. Self-care is not a failure, it is the key to Success with capital S.

Be kind towards yourself. Give yourself compliments and try to see yourself through the eyes of a friend. Look back and see how far you have already come. Congratulate yourself even on the smallest achievements, even if you think they may seem insignificant to others. It's about your learning and your journey. Focus on the positives, even if you acknowledge that you still have a lot to learn.

Remember, what made you begin to study your target language in the first place. If there was a special song or a film that inspired you, remind yourself of it, and the feeling of inspiration and excitement you might have felt back then. Your initial feelings and thoughts are valid, even if time has passed and your motivations or reasons for learning have grown or changed.

Try to think of mistakes as opportunities for learning. Especially, if you notice that you keep making similar mistakes time and time again, it may be useful to stop and analyse for a bit what particularly is tricky for you. Identify the issues and break them apart into tiny and approachable learning points, whether it's about a certain tense, a verb ending, case or pronunciation of a particular sound that keeps slipping from your mind.

Keep language learning light and fun. Personally, I've found it helpful to try my best to approach language like a child. A child doesn't mind their mistakes, they are curious, they keep exploring and learn through trial and error. What matters is communication, understanding and being understood. It's good to set some goals and targets for learning, but it's also okay to write off your weekly listening task by listening to a podcast from a phone speaker when taking a bath or watch a 10 minute stand up comedy gig in your target language while eating breakfast. Anything, that can give you the feeling that you have already engaged your brain in language learning today, well done you! On days of low energy or motivation, it is okay to do any activity you can squeeze in your schedule that relaxes more than stresses you.

If you are highly critical or demanding of yourself, receiving feedback on your language mistakes can feel awful. Accepting one's mistakes in a way that doesn't cause us to feel overwhelmingly like a failure can require a lot of soul searching and take a long time. It may be easier to think of yourself as a work in progress than to accept that you have failed at handling failure. Set yourself reachable goals and explore within yourself what kind of criticism you can process constructively. It's okay to set your limits and choose the situations where you receive feedback on your language skills. If needed, you can change language partners, limit your time on social media, or other contacts where you feel like you are being unwantedly corrected.

If you feel that your language partner or tutor is too critical and that their well-intended corrections turn into counter-productive punitive thinking in your mind, it's okay to word it. Instead of allowing yourself to wallow in the feelings of shame and ending up thinking about quitting the language altogether, you are allowed to tell people what type of feedback you are looking for and what kind of corrections you would want to get by saying things like: "Last time you pointed out that I should be mindful of pronunciation. I'm working on it. Today I feel like focusing on verb tenses, can we do that?" or "Please ignore it if I use wrong tenses today, I know I need to practice them more. Today I need you to help me expand my vocabulary", etc.

Finally, get connected with other language learners. It can be an extremely lonely journey if you are learning a language by yourself as a hobby, and not part of a group. Learning alone can be effective, but talking to other people at different stages of their language path, even if they are studying other languages, can be extremely helpful in that we all have bad days, most of us occasionally feel like a failure, but we also want to celebrate our small successes together - a native speaker may not fully appreciate the sense of joy when you have finally grasped some bonkers irregular conjugation pattern or are able to pronounce your first nasal sound correctly, but another language learner surely will!

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lostinthosebrowneyes · 3 years

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Pedro Character HCs | The Boys as D&D (5e) Classes

Dave York

Rogue. Dave is a soldier who specializes in the silent kill. He knows all about a life of murky morality and thrives in the darkness with his expertise in stealth. But get him up close and away from his teammates and their flanking advantage and it’s game over for him. He’s the classic high risk, high reward class with melee and range versatility, specifically the Assassin archetype who makes the most of drawing his weapon first.

Din Djarin

Fighter. Nobody beats the humble Fighter in terms of battle versatility. Din is more than a mercenary, he’s a true warrior. An expert in all manner of weapons, just put something that kills in his hands and he’ll make it sing. The Fighter is the workhorse of any D&D campaign, a classic and always welcome addition, he does his job with maximum efficiency be it solo or as part of a team. He has no need for fancy spells or gimmicks, his job is to take the pain and dish it out in equal measure. He will outlast all of the showy casters and niche glass cannons on the battlefield, taking his Second Wind while they’re making death saving throws. Din would probably also have the Sentinel feat because he particularly shines as a protector and is a selfless member of any party, ready to take up the slack and have your back when you need him. This is the way.

Ezra

Bard. Ezra is a talker. In a sticky situation? Try to talk your way out of it. Looking for information? Say just the right words to try and get what you need. Whether he’s good at it is debatable and he’s rolled a lot of Nat 1s in his life, but Ezra has the spirit of a Bard inside him. He’s a lateral thinker, lives by the philosophy of taking the unspoken third option and he seems like the type of person who invests in obscure lore. In the Green there is no magic to save you, only hard work. But could you imagine Ezra’s sheer power if he could speak cutting words that actually physically killed people? He would be unstoppable.

Frankie Morales

Ranger. Whether it’s up in the sky, armed with a rifle or just socializing with friends, Frankie seems to like to navigate his way around danger and keep it at arms’ length rather than face it head on. He’s found his way through quite a few wild and dangerous terrains through his career in the military, from jungles to deserts, and surely knows a thing or two about roughing it. He’s quiet, thoughtful and down-to-earth, and he seems to make his biggest mistakes when he’s around other people. Peer pressure can’t hurt you when you’re in the wilds on your own, I’m just saying.

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

Blood Hunter. I’m going to be blunt, Blood Hunters are zealots who pick a particular type of target and hunt them to the ends of the earth. Jack clearly has an issue with black-and-white thinking and can’t let go of a good (or even a really stupid) vendetta. Particularly, Jack would be Order of the Profane Soul, because he would clearly sell his soul to the devil to wipe his enemy from the face of the earth. Blood Hunter also fits Agent Whiskey’s fighting style as they are generally Dex-based (aka, agile) fighters who sacrifice their own health to do intense amounts of damage; the riskiest daredevils of all D&D classes. Jack Daniels is a bloodhound, when he’s got his target’s scent he will finish the job or die trying.

Javier Peña

Paladin. Here we have the somewhat nobler take on the black-and-white morality man on a mission. Javier is a Paladin all the way. On a good day, Javi would be Oath of Devotion, the most romanticized version of his ideals and goals. But most of his days are bad days, so Javi chooses the Oath of Vengeance; committed to seeing evil pay no matter the cost, making restitution for the things he must do in their pursuit only after he’s taken his foes down by any means necessary. Javier has a bit of a white knight complex at times, an overdeveloped sense of justice that just doesn’t jive with how the real world works. Sometimes he realizes that, but other times it eats him up inside. As a Paladin he would have a host of spells and tricks under his belt specifically to help him root out his elusive targets, echoing the arsenal of espionage tactics he has access to in the show.

Marcus Moreno

Paladin/Sorcerer Multiclass. I couldn’t pick between the two for Marcus M, luckily these two produce a very strong multiclass! Marcus is the product of strong bloodlines like a Sorcerer and his magnetic talent is an innate part of him just as a Sorcerer’s magic is. However, this power is not his strongest asset. His leadership abilities and protective instincts are what make him who he is more than superpowers and that’s his Paladin side coming through. Marcus Moreno is the quintessential hero and a high Charisma type, but in the unassuming way that he’s just a nice dude who people naturally like... unless you’re Miracle Guy, I guess.

Marcus Pike

Rogue. Oh man, Marcus Pike was the hardest to pick of all. He’s in a law-oriented job but is impulsive and intuitive. He has combat training but he is not aggressive. He’s passionate but not over-emotional. He has a love for the arts but no desperation for the limelight. Eventually I settled on a specific Archetype: The Rogue Inquisitive. A detective flavor of the Rogue, the Inquisitive is more reliant on Wisdom than his sneakier brethren. His skills are in honing in on the truth, both of his situation and the hearts of those around him. He’s insightful, steady and trusts his gut for good or ill. The Rogue is more than a criminal or a killer, the Rogue is also the classic jack of all trades. Marcus as a Rogue is someone who loves sampling many different interests and avenues, surprising people with his versatility of talents. He’s always up for a new challenge and adventure, he’s always got an arrow in his quiver you didn’t know about. And yes, sometimes he’s a bit low-key, but you really want that in a Rogue.

Maxwell Lord

Warlock. Maxwell is the perfect Warlock cocktail of willing to make a deal and too arrogant to realize it’s a bad one. Warlocks are greedy for power, too ready to take shortcuts and often needy for attention, even if it’s the wrong kind of attention. His short rest spell slots make his magic a quick fix for sticky situations but just as quickly depleted. Maxwell is willing to get his head in way too deep in order to get what he wants and what he wants is always just out of reach, but that taste of power from his patron is enough to keep him going.

Oberyn Martell

Monk. I know what you’re thinking: “What?? The hottest man in Westeros, known hedonist Oberyn Martell as anything but a Charisma-based class???” Well here’s the thing, Oberyn is a lover and a fighter, and nobody does what he does better than a Monk. Peak physical condition, baby. Those acrobatic moves? Dexterity-leaning Monk class has it covered. Oberyn is a clever man and he uses the science of poisons to get to his enemy’s weak points. Similarly, the Wisdom-based Monk uses a blend of magic and science to exploit pressure points and Stunning Strike their enemies into submission. They are experts of the human body, what more need I say? At higher levels they literally have a class feature to stay fit and sexy for the rest of their lives. Add onto that, the Monastic Tradition Way of the Sun Soul uses explosive bursts of fire and light against their enemies in a way that’s pretty thematic for the Prince of Dorne and his fiery personality.

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This took forever…  (Click for Quality!)  SO! I finally got a proper fully colored drawing of my Obey Me MC! Character info + her relationship with the bros under the cut so I don’t clog up the tags!

Character info first!

Himiko is the third oldest in a family of seven sisters and is arguably the most responsible of the bunch. You could say she’s the Lucifer of her family, but if you’d like to continue living I’d recommend against saying that.  

She puts on the facade of a proper and polite lady but deep down she’s hiding a metric tonne of snark and sass, and even deeper she’s hiding a caring older sister type who would take a bullet for you.

You may be asking yourself, why is she wearing a devil horn headband? The answer? Spite. She was wearing it pre Devildom too so it has nothing to do with the boys!  

Her family is *incredibly* wealthy, so while she did learn a lot of things, it’s kind of turned Himiko into a bit of a dumbass when it comes to normal everyday household things. Ask her how to understand the political history of Japan and she’ll give you a five hour lecture on the topic, but ask her to cook dinner and you’ll need to call the fire department.  

Her birthday is December 25 and she’s 20 years old at the start of the game.

Himiko has… problems with emotional intimacy. She’s never really had the opportunity to really bond with anyone outside her sisters, so the idea that she could ever care deeply for someone that ISN’T family is absolutely terrifying to her. (Welp, bad news for her because she’s about to be forcibly adopted into a family of crazies)  

When she first got dropped into the Devildom… Hoo boy… her entire life she had been put on a pedestal and no one other than her sisters had dared to say ANYTHING critical of her in her presence and now she’s figuratively AND literally at the bottom of the food chain… let’s just say reality hit her hard in the face.

Relationships!

Himiko thought Lucifer was the one sane person in the entire House of Lamentation. That opinion did NOT last long. After the first attempted murder and the shit he said at the retreat, Himiko and Lucifer’s opinions of each other were in the gutter. Then the London trip happened! Their opinions of each other rose! Then the first timeline’s Belphie incident happened and oh wow would you look at that, back into the gutter. Damn. FINALLY, after all the time travel shit, they both think of each other as a pain in the neck, but if anything happened to the other there’d be blood spilled. It’s tough when Himiko’s biggest flaw is her own pride and she’s actively needling the Avatar of Pride.

Mammon was Himiko’s worst nightmare made reality. This person, widely regarded as a scumbag moron was supposed to protect her??? Uh uh. No. Mammon thought that Himiko was the human embodiment of annoying. At least till the Goldie hostage situation, Himiko mainly went along with it because she wanted revenge for all the eating-related threats and name-calling. Now, Himi’s way to prideful to ever admit this buuuuuut, she was incredibly lonely during her first week. She needed a friend and she needed one FAST. Before the two needed to binge TSL, Himiko took Mammon shopping under the guise of needing him to carry her shopping bags, and ended up buying him a sick new jacket and sunglasses. You can buy affection right? Apparently. Or was it the compliments she gave him while she was making him try on the jacket? We’ll never know for sure. Listen, just because the two of them want to spend a lot of time together DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACH OTHER ALRIGHT?! HAND HOLDING SHOULDN’T MAKE HIMIKO THIS NERVOUS UGH-

W E E B P O W E R U N I T E! Well, not at first. Himiko’s a closet weeb! She probably teased the crap out of Levi about how much he obsessed over his “totally stupid” anime. It was all fun and games until Levi walked in on Himiko watching Sailor Moon. “YOU LIKE ANIME?!” “N-NO!” “YOU’RE AN OTAKU TOO!” “W-WAIT! NO I’M NOT!” “WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE ANIME????” “…Madoka Magica.” Now the two are anime and gaming buddies! At first Levi was miffed about Himiko’s rampant hypocrisy buuuuut they both moved past it for the greater anime good.

Satan and Himiko’s joined energy is too much for Lucifer to handle. The two are constantly pestering him to let them get a cat, and they somehow found the time to collaborate on a 50 slide PowerPoint presentation on why Lucifer would suck 55% more if he didn’t let them get a cat. At first, Himiko was low-key intimidated by Satan, and he generally seemed pretty disinterested in most of the shenanigans she got up to until they made a pact. Now they’re pretty good buddies and think quite highly of each other.

Himiko: The circumstances of one’s birth is irrelevant, it’s what you do with your life that matters.

Satan: Thanks Himiko. That’s nice of you to say.

Levi (whispering to Himiko): Are you quoting Mewtwo???

Himiko (whispering): Shut up! It’s making him feel better isn’t it??

If this were a musical, Asmo definitely would sing a rendition of Popular with Himiko. Before the pact was made, Himiko *really* wanted to be Asmo’s friend but would never admit it, his sass was impeccable! Asmo thought Himiko was cute yeah, but nothing special. After the pact, total besties. It takes a true friend or a certified insane person to tell the Avatar of Lust that the shade of blue he’s going to go clubbing in isn’t doing him any favours and he should change into different shoes. The Himi/Asmo duo is to be feared by all who come across them.

For the love of all things good in the world DO NOT LET BEEL AND HIMIKO NEAR YOUR FRIDGE! At the start, Himiko found Beel’s near constant eating annoying as HELL. Like, he’s the avatar of gluttony but all that *gross* junk food must be wreaking havoc on- Holy shit junk food is amazing. After the hiding Luke incident where Himiko’s big sister instincts ™ kicked in and she got between Beel and Lucifer, Himiko had to come to terms with the fact that she may *actually* care about some of the people she had met. After all the other shenanigans, Beel is basically her thousands of years older little brother.

Belphie… hoo boy… strike one: He took advantage of Himiko’s rarely seen sweet side. Strike 2: he fuckin killed her dude! Belphie is yet to hit strike 3. I like to think there’d be a mini lesson between 16 and 17 where the two hash out their issues. After that, their relationship is probably the closest to an actual sibling relationship. They annoy and tease the everloving shit out of each other but if anyone messes with one of them the unfortunate soul will have to deal with the other AND Beel.

I might do the undatables if anyone actually cares and I’m not just talking to a brick wall lol. Thanks for making it this far and reading all my OC brainrot!

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ebficnotes · 3 years

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Black soul lore is a f*cking mess.

https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/lfih39/written_in_uncertainty_asks_who_is_mannimarco/

One thing I never see get mentioned is that the Mannimarco in ESO cannot be the same person as the Mannimarco in Oblivion or the King of Worms in Daggerfall.This is simply because ESO's guild memo on soul trapping mentions that Mannimarco's minions had knowledge of a soul trap spell that could trap black souls in white gems, and details Vanus Galerion's dumb plan to make the world forget that spell by creating a new soul trap spell that could only trap white souls in white gems.And the whole plot of the Mage's Guild in Oblivion is about how Mannimarco and the Worm Moon are working together to bypass Arkay's divine intervention in order to create Black Soul Gems, which can catch black souls even using Galerion's version of the soul trap spell.But, like, if either Daggerfall Manni or Oblivion Manni were the same person as ESO Manni, why would they bother to invent black soul gems at all?? Why wouldn't they just teach their followers the Soul Trap spell that works on black souls, a spell that the ESO Mannimarco canonically knows? Then your followers could just use white soul gems to trap and manipulate black souls. Isn't that easier than ascending to godhood to eclipse Arkay so your followers can do a spoopy ritual to convert regular soul gems into black ones?Ergo the only rational explanation: ESO Manni is not the same as the other two. Further complicating the "Who is Mannimarco?" question. (I mean I guess there's one other rational explanation: that this is a colossal plot hole and fuck-up on behalf of the lore-writers, but that explanation isn't really as fun as tinfoil theories about multiple Mannimarcos)I guess the answer to the "Who is Mannimarco?" question is that he isn't a person, he's an identity, periodically adopted by different necromancers all throughout history. And I suppose the concept of Mantling plugs into this idea somehow, since it's TES lore and all.

The assertion that all souls and gems are the same and that it is solely the power of the soul itself, the size of the gem, and the type of spell that matters, really does completely overwrite the purpose of black gems even existing, even with Vastarie's note on the matter.

If a human can be trapped in a grand gem with the right spell, then black gems serve exactly no purpose. And the soul gems in ESO that we trap everyone with are technically grand gems, despite them not being the big spiky types you see in Skyrim (but are interestingly enough, similar to Oblivion's grand gems.)

https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Grand_Soul_Gem_(Oblivion)

https://elderscrolls.fandom.com/wiki/Grand_Soul_Gem_(Skyrim)

And yet in both skyrim and oblivion you must use a black soul gem to capture npcs. This might make sense for oblivion, where the mages guild's strictures reign supreme, but not in skyirm, where it's stated by Phinis Gestor that those policies were never a thing to begin with, and so no neutered soul trap spell would have been taught period. And even in oblivion, you use the same damn spell to do both. How hard would it have been to put a "forbidden soul trap" tome in Mannimarco's lair to complement his shiny new black gems?

And what's worse is gameplay-wise, black gems are not even recognizably better than grand ones. Black gems are actually heavier in Skyrim even, so technically they are worse. It would have been nothing for the devs to give black gems a few extra points of oomph just to demonstrate their raw soul superiority without breaking game balance, but they don’t. Literally the only thing they have going for them is their ability to capture npcs that can talk, which even if you have zero moral qualms about it, isn't even a real benefit without cheats, given how rare the black gems are.

I repeat: the designation of NPC vs Creature is the only demonstratable difference between souls that work with grand gems and black gem-only ones.

Yeah yeah game mechanics, but even without the in-game experience, why the fuck would our supposedly devious and calculating worm guy go through all that trouble for nothing, given that in (new) lore he could just use his own ungimped soul trap and a regular old grand gem to torture the normies all he wants, as stated above?

Some Ideas:

1. Black gems are only special because they are god-keyed. The use of one is meant as an offering to your daedra/deity of choice, and are not generally seen outside of cults for this very reason. Oblivion Mannimarco's altar is meant to make offering-stones for his own faithful, not to replace grand gems as a wholesale thing. The fact that you can enchant with them also is either because the mechanics of offering are similar and we are just stealing it, or because he allows it, similar to how real life religions who use animal sacrifice still eat the animal they dedicate. This doesn’t actually explain anything, but it sounds cool.

2. Vanus in his guild note has no idea what the fuck he is talking about regarding who fits into what gem, and his getting laughed out of his own guild for positing such nonsense is one of the low points of his career. Which is especially sad because in another life he was a pioneer in the field of enchantment and thus presumably soul-study.**

3. The gems we use in eso are not normal grand gems like everyone thinks, but are actually a new black-like gem that is both popular and common due to Mannimarco's doings, but because of later Mages guild shenanigans, is eventually lost to everyone but the worm cult, which is why they can trap anything, up to and including Arkay's favorite races, as what seemed to be implied as their true purpose in Oblivion (via reddit anyway). This doesn’t explain why they look different in oblivion and skyrim, but whatever.***

4. Vanus's insistence on classifying souls into who is and is not acceptable to kill/soul trap is the catalyst for future powerful guild mages to literally god-bend the world to it's own take on morality, which by the time of Daggerfall, makes even certain clearly people-races/beings like orcs not actually count as people anymore. Ie, it's not Arkay's fault orcs in Daggerfall are considered white souls and thus can be trapped with a non-special gem/neutered soul trap spell, it's the mages guild's.

5. There *is* something about the "black-souled" races/peoples that doesn’t make black gems completely stupid and redundant, its just soul research is so damn stigmatized that no one knows what that something really is. So every inconsistency we see is actually part of some greater whole that we just can't see through to yet because of all the bullshit. aka idfk.

**Something even sillier about Vanus's note: the old soul system in ESO apparently was based on player level, with petty gems only being able to revive low level players and the like, which makes good sense with the idea of soul size being the only real thing, like they corrected earlier game inconsistency or something. But then Vanus goes and says that smaller souls are not sapient/sentient and larger ones are, which is just not true even in ESO's world. Does this mean he wouldn’t consider low-level us as a real person? O.O

I however have never played eso pre-tamriel unlimited and hardly play even now, so if there are any nuances of soul collection in that game that I missed here, please let me know, yeah?

***I forgot, dremora in both Skyrim and Oblivion are black soul gem only too, so if it is Arkay's fault, why does he care about dremora?

My head...

https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/2cowhz/eso_guild_memo_on_soul_trapping_describes_the/

https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/lfih39/written_in_uncertainty_asks_who_is_mannimarco/

https://www.reddit.com/r/teslore/comments/lfih39/written_in_uncertainty_asks_who_is_mannimarco/gmr3c28/

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It Feels Like Christmas - Part 4

It feels like Christmas Just like Christmas It feels like Christmas with you...

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NIALL

I couldn't take my mind off of Mimi. The whole time I was on the plane, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I had remained in my seat, eyes closed, playing the evening we spent together over and over in my head, trying to find what I could have done or said that would have made her want to see me again. Did I insist too much? Was I too intrusive? Did I ask too much questions? Or did I talk too much about myself?

I knew that for her, I was probably just a guy who paid her a drink at a hotel bar, someone she spent time with so she wouldn't be alone. Perhaps I didn't even matter to her. But damn, she mattered to me. I was never the type to believe in love at first sight. Not because I was not a romantic soul, I actually liked to think I was, but believing in love at first sight seemed shallow and pale in comparison with real deep love, the kind of love that requires a connection, the building of something... a love where you know the person better than they know themselves. It takes time and effort to reach that level with someone and I prefered to think that real love was based on sharing moments, feelings and secrets together, discovering someone's flaws and habits, realizing that someone completes you. Not because you're incomplete when you're alone, but just because being with them is easy and natural. I want someone who will make my life brighter just by being in it.

I didn't know much about Mimi, but everything I knew, I felt like I didn't deserve to know. I didn't know if she regretted telling me so many of her secrets in the same night. I had the feeling she was not the type to open up easily, and that realization made me think that maybe, just maybe, I was a bit special.

When I hugged her, I felt like it was not the last time. Or maybe it was just that I didn't want it to be. She had made it clear that she didn't want to keep in touch with me, though, and I was not going to try and look for her, that would be wrong, I knew it.

I knew I should forget completely about her and move on. It would be the normal and right thing to do. I guessed that everyone in their life ended up meeting someone special they never see again. Someone who was supposed to teach them something, or bring some comfort to them for some reason. Maybe Mimi was that person, or maybe I was that person for her. Or both. Either way, it was over, but I was not ready to let it go. Not yet.

I tried to find the right key for the elevator and when I finally got to my apartment, I heard the sound of dishes and frowned, letting my bags fall in the lobby.

"Ma?"

"Pet!"

I smiled as I watched her walk up to me and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight against me. I couldn't spend the whole holidays thinking about a girl I barely knew, no matter how obsessed I seemed to be, and I decided to push the thought of her away.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I should have been here last night."

"No, don't worry." she shook her head, bringing one of her hands on my cheeks. "I'm glad you're back safe and sound."

She tapped my cheek vert softly and I smiled more. "It smells good, did you make food?"

"Mmhm, are you hungry?"

I didn't know if I was more tired or hungry but we ended up sitting at the table, eating together and quickly washed the dishes after. I didn't see my mother really often, only a few times a year, and enjoying my time with her was high on my priority list.

I opened a bottle of red wine and when she proposed we actually decorated my tree, I couldn't pretend it was not an amazing idea. We were almost done when she finally spoke. I had noticed her glancing at me a lot in the last half hour but I didn't want to mention it.

"What's wrong?"

"Mm?" I asked, turning around and raising my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"You're... pensive. Something is upsetting you."

I chuckled and shook my head, a bit baffled at how well she could read me. It always surprised me even if I should be used to it by now. I moved away to turn on the soft white lights of the tree and sighed again, grabbing my glass as my eyes roamed on our achieved work.

"It's nothing bad or dangerous," I started with a shrug, staring at the lights of the tree. "You don't have to worry."

"Ah. A girl." she stated, nodding slowly.

This time, I couldn't help but turn my head her way and let out a low chuckle. Was I that transparent? Or was it just because my mother knew me so well it was almost impossible for me to hide her anything?

"I mean, just a girl I met at the airport." I shrugged, trying to make it seem like it was no big deal. "I felt like we connected but maybe it was all in my head."

"Are you going to see her again?"

I took a few steps back and sat on my couch with a sigh, leaning against it. My mom walked up to me and sat next to me as I took a sip of my drink, my gaze lost in the soft lights.

"Probably not, but I hope so."

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The hopes I had inside of me to see Mimi again didn't falter despite my efforts to get her out of my mind, and two days later, it just happened. I saw her. I walked in a restaurant for take out and there she was, sitting at the table the closest to the door. I noticed her hair first and my heart jumped in my chest. With a swift head movement, she pushed her hair behind her shoulder and her face appeared to me.

At first, I thought I was hallucinating and it slightly bothered me. I didn't want to obsess over her to the point of seeing her everywhere. It was ridiculous to be infatuated like that with someone I barely knew and at the same time, what I had felt when we met wouldn't leave me. It stuck to my skin, my heart, my soul and my mind in a way I didn't understand. I still had the feeling my life would be changed forever from meeting her, but it seemed less likely knowing there were barley any chance for us to meet again.

It was different when I finally realized that it was really her, standing only a few meters away from me, and that I could just take a few steps in her direction to smell her again. I held my breath, staring at her for a few minutes, gathering some courage and not really knowing what I could tell her, when suddenly, a guy sat in front of her. He sent her a large smile and she put her back straight and crossed her hands on the table.

My lips parted, feeling suddenly a bit lost on what my next move should be. All I knew was that I couldn't let go of that chance, I had to take it. It was crazy to even think we found each other again, I was not going to ruin this.

The thought that she may already have a boyfriend crossed my mind but I blinked a few times and swallowed hard. I didn't know much about Mimi, but her cynical ways to see life made me think she was not the type to hold on to a romantic relationship for too long. Plus, he didn't seem like his type, or at least, I hoped he was not.

"When your mom told me you were in town, I couldn't believe it!" the guy said, letting out a short chuckle. "You haven't been here for Christmas in.. years!"

"How do you know that?"

"Oh, your mom always told mine how much she missed you, but that she understood you were busy and everything."

Mimi nodded slowly and I suddenly felt horrible for listening to their conversation. "Look, Josh, I don't know what my mom told you, and I know she loves getting into my love life but, I'm not, you know..."

I couldn't see her face but I noticed how the guy's face literally dropped and I felt bad for him. I couldn't pretend it didn't please me, though.

"Oh, I mean you're here, so I thought..."

"Josh, we dated when we were eighteen, I mean." she chuckled softly. "I don't even live here and I don't want to. I don't believe in relationships, you know how I am. I don't... I've never fallen in love before, and I don't think it's ever going to happen."

"Okay but maybe we could just try? Go on a date, spend time together." he proposed. "We don't have to officially date or anything."

"No, I'd rather n-"

"Come on, Mimi,” he cut her. “Take some time to think about it, will you?"

I don't know what brought me to do this but I quickly walked to them and breathed in, spreading a smile on my face.

"Mimi, wow, never thought I'd see you here!"

She turned her head to look at me but I felt like it was all going in slow motion. Her frowning eyes met mine and I could swear her facial expression softened. Her lips parted slightly in surprise and if I allowed myself to believe it, I could even think she was happy and relieved to see me.

"Hey, Niall." she let out in a gentle tone, making my heart skip a beat. "What are you doing here? Are you following me?"

I laughed a bit and shrugged. "I was wondering the same thing."

We remained motionless but after a while, she got up and put her hand on my shoulder, moving closer to kiss my cheeks. It felt formal, especially when I thought about us falling asleep together, cuddling, after she spilled her biggest secrets to me, but I took it anyway and sent her a bigger smile when she moved slightly back. She glanced at Josh and when I looked at him, he seemed confused and a bit upset by the situation. I didn't really care about him, though. I just wanted to save Mimi from this horrible 'date', for lack of a better word.

"Oh, last time, you forgot your wallet." I lied, making her frown. "It's in my car."

It took her a few seconds to understand and she finally opened her eyes wide and nodded. "Oh, yea yea, thank you so much!"

She turned around to grab her coat and put it on before sending a fake smile to Josh and licking her lips. "So uhm hey, I have to go, I'll see you around?"

Josh got up quickly, putting his hands on the table to be closer to her. "You're already leaving?"

"Yes, sorry."

"Alright, so, I'll see you at that Christmas party?"

"Sure. Can't wait."

I heard the sarcasm in her voice but I was not sure Josh had actually noticed. I let her lead the way and we walked outside as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. We walked for a few minutes before she turned her head to me and sent me a smile. Her eyes seemed to light up when they met mine and the connection I had felt so clearly in the taxi was back.

"Thank you." she let out sincerely with a hint of relief. "I didn't know how to get out of this. I love my mom, but she absolutely wants me to find a man, which is ridiculous. I don't need a man to be happy."

I sent her a smile and nodded. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could save you, Mimi Armstrong." I replied, making her laugh. "Perhaps you want to go for a walk with me? Hot chocolate?"

She stopped walking and I did the same, turning to face her. Her head tilted slightly on the right as her hands were deep in the pockets of her coat. She looked pretty and the smile she sent me made my own lips curl. I didn't want to beg her or insist too much, the way that guy had only some minutes ago. I wanted her to agree because she wanted to, not because she felt like she owed me.

"Okay."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Prenatal

A sequel to Get Your Fix, Withdrawal, and Placebo

Special credit to @sherrybaby14 who requested the idea for the first part.

Warnings: non/dubcon sex, sex pollen, breeding kink, mentions of birth control, forced pregnancy..

This is dark!Steve Rogers and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: Okay, so the fourth part is finally done! Thanks to everyone who has waited patiently for this. I wasn’t planning on posting this today tbh. I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think! <3

A couple days after the gut-wrenching revelation and you were still in disbelief. The news hadn’t even quelled Steve’s libido; if anything, he was even more persistent. You were in the lab as usual, glued to the table as your eyes scanned the floating screen before you. Swipe, swipe, type, go here. It was just as any other day. Other than the pit in your stomach...and the child.

As you finished up the last file of results, the com buzzed and Bruce hit ‘answer’. Tony’s voice came from the speaker. “Y/N? You there?” He asked and the other scientist went back to his work.

“Yeah,” You answered. There was a tone to his voice you didn’t like.

“Could you come to my office for a moment?” It was phrased like a question, but it wasn’t.

“Yep,” You gave a squeak and the speaker went dead. You were thankful that Bruce was as oblivious as ever. You stood and gulped. You just had a bad feeling about this.

Just outside Tony’s office, your stomach was starting to storm. Was it morning sickness or stress? Both, probably. You knocked and Tony called from the other side. You opened the door and your chest clutched. Steve was sat across from Tony, grinning as he watched you enter warily.

“Come, sit. Close the door.” The head of Stark Industries sounded every inch the stony boss.

You shut the door and took the seat next to Steve. You were already shaking as you waited for the levee to break. This was it. You were certain, even with the asshole at your side, that you were about to be fired. The two may have been buddies but it didn’t keep them from disagreeing. Tony sighed and took a paper from atop his desk and slid it over towards you.

“Read that.” He advised dully, “And sign when you finish.”

“What is it?” You edged forward on the chair.

“A safeguard,” Tony explained, “To cover my ass because the two of you can’t cover your own.” He shook his head at Steve, “I get it. what with me and Pepper it seems hypocritical, but this is still a business. I can’t have your personal relations getting in the way of it.”

“I’m not...fired?” You asked softly.

“No, no, I wouldn’t, no not at all,” He almost laughed at you, “You’re a good worker. I’ve never had a lab tech who didn’t threaten to bring out the green guy in Bruce. I like you.” He dropped a pen on top of the form, “And I’m happy for the two of you. Especially this guy,” He pointed to Steve, “About time he got a life.”

You cleared your throat and reached for the form. You sat back and began to read over the font. You could feel Steve staring at you.

“It’s really just a formality,” Tony comforted.

Steve reached across the gap between your seats and touched your hand, “I told you it’d all be fine,” He said sweetly, “Come on, honey, and sign. Let’s make it official.”

You looked up to him and wiped the scowl from your face before Tony could notice. You nodded and brought the pen up shaking to the line. Another was beside it; already signed, Steve Rogers. You scribbled across it and placed it back on the desk as you stood.

“Thank you,” You said to Tony, “Really. I love this job and I just couldn’t imagine losing it.”

“What about him?” Tony raised a brow, “Go on, you two. Enjoy the honeymoon while it lasts.”

With your dismissal, you stood. Steve was all too eager to act the gentleman as he took your hand and led you to the door. He only released you to open it and you shot him a dark look as you entered the hallway. He closed the door as he joined you and once more was holding your hand. You reluctantly walked along with him as he set off down the hall.

“So, have you made an appointment yet?” He asked sweetly.

“No,” You grumbled, “Would you stop?”

“What?” He turned to you as you stopped and tugged him back until he let go of your hand.

“Acting like this is normal,” You crossed your arms, “What you’re doing is...is...wrong. You’re sick!”

He suddenly darkened. The whole room seemed to shift as his eyes dilated and his chin squared. He scratched his beard with a snarl as he glared down at you. Slowly he bent to look you in the eye. “You’ve got to realize that this isn’t about you anymore.” He placed his hand flat on your stomach yet it felt like a lead weight, “So you will do as I say. For the sake of the baby.”

You narrowed your eyes as your lip curled. “Fuck the baby.”

He exhaled deeply and leaned back to glance over your shoulder. The hall was empty. He smirked. “Now you listen to me,” His hand shot up to your chin and latched on roughly. His face was barely an inch from yours as he loomed over you, “You do anything stupid and I’ll just put another one in you. There is nothing you can do. No escape.” Your jaw hurt and you touched his hand as you whimpered, “Your mine. More importantly, that’s mine.” He nodded to your stomach, “And no one is going to hurt my child. Including you.”

He let go and straightened up, his chest rising and falling as he stretched his arms. He casually took another look along the hallway, turned and slung his arm over your shoulders. “Fuck, you got me all worked up,” He said in a low voice as he led you along, “Why don’t you take an early lunch and meet me in the training room? Team’s out for the day.”

“I’ve got a lot of work to you,” You mumbled weakly.

“That wasn’t a question,” You turned the corner and he stopped you before the lab. “You’ve got me all riled up and you’re going to finish what you started.” He kissed the top of your head as if he wasn’t speaking in sinister tones, “And then when we’re done, you’re going to call your doctor like a good mommy.”

A couple days later, you were due for your first appointment. Calling itself had been a chore. Steve sat beside you, your phone on speaker, and you begrudgingly asked for the receptionist to schedule a time. He keyed in the time and day in his phone and you held in a sigh. You hated the light in his stupid eyes; how bright and blue they grew whenever he spoke of your pregnancy. The way he reached over to touch your stomach. You had told him to stop doing it where people could see.

You were getting ready to leave the lab; a long lunch to be atoned for by staying late. It was convenient really; an excuse to avoid Steve. As you said goodbye to Bruce, you hooked your handbag over your shoulder and headed for the door. It slid open before you could even press the button and Steve stood in the doorway. Your eyes widened and you quickly stepped out and closed the door behind you.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed.

“Taking you to your appointment,” He said as if you were dumb, “No baby of mine is going to take the subway.”

“I take the subway everyday,” You scoffed.

“Well, not to their first appointment,” He returned, “So, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” He waved you down the hall and you reluctantly went along. You knew you wouldn’t be able to get rid of him. “I kinda want a girl.”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged and preceded him into the elevator. “I haven’t really thought of it.”

“There’s a lot to think about,” He hit the button for the parking garage, “Vitamins, tests, eating habits. We want a healthy baby. Not to mention we’ll need to find a place for us...all three of us.” He touched your stomach and you resisted the urge to shove him away.

“I’m just fine in my apartment,” You grumbled.

“Well, I’m not living there and my place isn’t big enough for the baby.” He raised a brow dangerously, “It’s gonna need stability.”

“God, you sound like my mother,” You snapped and pulled away from him.

“Speaking of, I should meet my future family-in-law,” He ignored your anger and smirked. “I think maybe we should invite them to town for your birthday and tell them the good news. I think you’ll be showing by then anyway.”

“My birthday? That’s not for--”

“Another month and a half,” He interjected smugly.

“You’re not meeting my family,” You snarled.

“I’m going to have to eventually.” He stretched his arm over your shoulders as the elevator doors opened, “I mean, you can’t hide this from them forever...and you’ve already met my family. We’ll have to figure out how to tell the team.”

You cringed and let him guide you through the parking garage. Before you had been anxious about the single appointment but now you were in existential dread for your life.

The doctor said that you were about a month and a half along. You had fought for most of the appointment not to hang your head. Steve sat holding your hand through the ultrasound and the following consultation. He eagerly accepted all the pamphlets offered by the doctor and scheduled the second appointment himself. You could’ve smacked him.

Why did it have to be you? Why couldn’t he have found another poor soul? Even a willing one?

“I gotta go back to the office,” You said as you climbed into the car.

“Stay late tomorrow,” Steve insisted as he pulled closed his door.

“I can’t, I told him--”

“Call and tell him you’ll be back tomorrow,” He interrupted as he turned the engine. “You’re gonna be busy.”

“Do you ever stop?” You muttered.

“You make it difficult to,” He slithered, “Honestly, that whole appointment I was rock hard. Still am. I just...” He began to drive, his lip running over his lips, “I can’t believe you’re having my baby.”

Neither can I, you thought. “Please just take me to work.”

“Call Bruce or I’ll do it myself.” He stopped at a light and glared over at you, “God,” He reached down and rubbed his crotch. “I can’t wait to fuck you all day.”

You huffed and took out your phone and dialed the lab. Bruce answered and you fed him some spiel about still dealing with a stomach bug. When you hung up, you stewed for the rest of the ride in silence. Steve’s hand crawled up your thigh as he pulled into his parking lot and you bit down on your irritation.

You climbed out of the car and followed him reluctantly. He turned back as he opened the door to his building and reached to grab your hand. He shoved you ahead of him inside and followed, a smack on your ass to keep you walking.

It was like any other time. The moment you stepped through the door he was on you. He tore your purse away and tossed it carelessly to the floor. His hands were all over tour body; neck, chest, stomach, ass. His fingers worked lithely at unbuttoning your fly and he pushed down the zipper. Your feet moved clumsily as he pressed himself to you, his weight leading you across the room.

He slipped two fingers beneath your panties, your jeans tight against his hand. His crotch was flush to your ass and he ground his hips into you as he nuzzled your neck. You struggled to keep your balance as he moved your body with his. You legs pressed to the side of the couch as his fingers snaked lower. He slid them over your clit and between your folds. You closed your eyes as he dipped into the wetness gathering at your entrance.

“I’ll be gentle,” He purred in your ear, “For the baby.”

You cringed as his fingers played with you. You couldn’t help your body’s reaction. You shivered as he spread your slickness; focusing on your bud as he growled into your skin. His lips brushed your throat and you tried not to moan. Despite everything he had done, the hell he had dragged you into, you couldn’t deny the potency of his touch.

His other hand grabbed the waist of your jeans, tugging them down one side at a time until the denim was past your ass. His fingers kept up their dance on your clit and you hissed at the electricity which shot through you. You heard his zipper and felt the smooth head of his cock as it pressed against your lower back. He stroked himself slowly, his knuckles rough against your back as they moved.

He groaned as he slid his cock along your ass, stopping just beneath to tickle your entrance. You bent slightly, bracing the arm of the couch as he leaned against you. The head of his cock stretched you as he pushed inside. You shuddered as your nails dug into the vinyl. You hung your head and his fingers added to the sensation of him against your walls. He bottomed out with a sigh; the fly of his jeans sharp along your flesh.

“I can’t wait, you know?” His voice was deep, airy, “To see you swell. Can’t wait to fuck you just like this. Or maybe you can be on top. Your stomach round; so big.”

His free hand went to your belly as his other flicked your clit in circles. He moved in and out of you slowly. Your thighs shook, legs held snug around around him by your jeans. Your breath picked up as the ripples began in your thighs, crawled up your spine, and your walls pulsed around him. Your orgasm piqued so unexpectedly you yelped. You smothered it to a snarl between gritted teeth as he kept his pace easy; steady.

“That’s it,” His breath was hot as it washed over your hair. “Are you cumming for me, baby?” He chuckled, “You are, you dirty girl.”

“Sh-sh-sh…” You were trying to tell him to shut up but it just came out as dusky breaths.

He sped up and you were forced to bend further over the couch. His hand glided over your hips and to your ass as he stood straight. He spread your cheeks as he watched himself fuck you, the sight roused him further. He moaned and his thrusts came faster, deeper. He slammed his pelvis into your ass, his hands on your hips as he held you in place. Your legs trembled as the rough denim of his jeans chafed your ass.

“You want me to cum in you, mommy,” You blanched at the nickname but were too incensed to think straight. You were slung halfway over the arm as he fucked you relentlessly. “Tell me you want my cum.”

You grunted and pushed your head up. “I--” You squeaked between words. “I….I-I-I want your cum.” Your orgasm stunted your words and you grasped at the cushion desperately. The murmurs tumbled from your senseless lips.

“Ah, shit, shit, shit,” He bent over you and pushed your head down into the couch. Your hips ground painfully against the arm beneath his weight. Your entire body went limp and he continued to pound into you. “Ahhhhhhhh.”

His voice quavered as you felt him explode within you but he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting even as he softened. It wasn’t long before he was hard again and his hands were around your neck, pulling you back so that your back was arched painfully. With your pelvis still pressed to the couch, he rutted against you, your feet barely on the floor.

You could feel his cum leaking out around his cock and down your thighs. More spilled forth from him with a series of carnal grunts as he choked the breath from you. You were gasping as he let go of your neck at last and you fell over the couch once more. This time he pulled out and you felt the gush.

He caught you as you began to slip and dragged you on to the cushions. He undressed you roughly and without words; his pants eager; predatory. You let him as your heart raced and the heat tingled along your flesh. You sat up as he guided you against the back of the sofa, your legs splayed open before him. He stripped himself just as methodically, the front of his jeans covered in a mixture of cum.

He got on the couch, his knees beneath your thighs as he pressed you to the back of it. He slipped inside of your easily; your body trapped between his and the vinyl. “I’m going to fill you up,” He hummed and ran his fingers through the cum smeared along your thighs, “Until your covered in me.”

Bruce wasn’t too happy when you got back to the lab. He was impatient that you had missed yet another day and you couldn’t blame him. You sat across from him and caught up on his reports as he silently went about his work. You were even more annoyed that Steve was starting to get in the way of your work. Even now, you were tired out from hours of fucking. You hadn’t expected him to go so long but his stamina was as superhuman as the rest of him.

It was early afternoon. The lab door opened and Bruce’s dark mood didn’t crack as he looked up at your unexpected visitor. These days though, Steve was rarely unexpected. He lorded over you like a persistent wraith. You looked over your shoulder as he neared, tray in hand. You would’ve rolled your eyes if you had the energy. As it was, you could barely process the endless font in the folder before you.

He placed the coffee in front of Bruce who pushed away enough of his sourness to smile and thank him. Then a bright pink smoothie was before you. You squinted at him and he grinned back in a dare; go on and say something. You set down the folder and did your best to seem unbothered. “Thank you.”

“No problem, babe,” He bent and pecked your forehead. “Thought you could use it. And I got you a few other things.”

Bruce shook his head and focused on his current project. You stood and swept the smoothie of the table smoothly as you nudged Steve towards the door.

“Thank you but I do have a lot to catch up on.” You turned back and called to the grumpy scientist, “One moment, okay?” You urged Steve into the hall and the door whooshed shut behind you. “Seriously, you’re going to get me fired.”

“They’re not going to fire you.” He laughed, “Trust me. Tony’s been telling me to get a life and I don’t think he’ll complain now that I have.”

“Got a life?” You hissed, “Okay, if that’s what you call it.”

“You weren’t complaining last night,” He remarked, “In fact, you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

You inhaled and glanced around the hallway. “Right, what is it?”

“Hmm?” He raised his brows with a smirk.

“What did you bring me besides the smoothie? Which I won’t be drinking, thank you,” You said bitterly.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s good for the baby. Besides, I’ve found you need little enhancement when it come to your libido,” He winked.

“Steve,” You warned, hands on your hips.

“Just a little something for you and the baby,” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small paper bag that rattled, “Prenatal supplements.”

“Jesus Christ,” You snatched the pills as he held them out. “You were going to give me these in front of Bruce? Can’t you be a little subtle? ”

“They’ll figure it out eventually,” He shrugged, “Which is also why I stopped by. When should we tell them?”

“Never, preferably.” You retorted sharply. “But I suppose that’s not an option… I always thought you were supposed to wait until three months or whatever.”

“That’s not that long,” He said excitedly, “We could maybe invite everyone to dinner...or maybe at one of Tony’s parties?”

“Or just tell them privately, separately,” You muttered, “This really doesn’t need to be a spectacle.”

“Have you called your parents?” He asked suddenly. “We should arrange your birthday get together so we can tell them as we planned.”

“Okay, slow down, please,” Your chest was starting to tighten, “This is all a little too fast.”

“I know,” He preened as he pulled your hands from your hips, “I can’t wait for you to be the mother of my children.”

“Children?!” It was half a whine. “I don’t think so. This is the only one.” He laughed.

“You’re not getting this, are you?” His hands squeezed yours and he leaned down to look you directly in the face, “The life growing inside of you is mine and so are you.”

The shadow in his eyes made you flinch. You felt the walls closing in like his grip on your hands. You bit down on your cheeks as you swallowed back your fear and he tilted his head.

“So, are you going to call your parents or shall I?”

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pastelninjaimagines · 4 years

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T.O.M.H for the fluff thing, with gaara, shisui and shikamaru.

So, as I’ve stated I won’t be writing for Shisui. Sorry about that...but If there’s another character that you’d like to request that I do write for, you can go ahead and send that in :) And while I don’t tend to write for Gaara or Shikamaru, they are both characters I like quite a lot and easier for me to write so I will do them occasionally for certain requests - mod tina

Gaara

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

So Gaara is like that blunt type of honest, where he doesn’t really see himself as being blunt (doesn’t mean it to come off cold or mean) but sometimes is too much.

He has nothing to hide from you, he’s up front with any questions you wanna ask him, whether it’s about his past and his family issues growing up, or what he’s doing as kazekage. He doesn’t wanna hide anything from you and will be up front (sometimes it might be like pulling teeth though, so be prepared for your conversation to seem almost like an interrogation if you want him to talk about his past)

He’s also all about sharing things. While he still needs his space and he likes those boundaries, what’s his is yours.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Once he falls for someone, yeah he’d wanna tie the knot. But this thought doesn’t really occur to him for a very long time, you’ll probably be dating for a few years until he gets the notion that “oh, i guess we love each other…marriage might be the next step in this.”

He’d wanna ask somewhere very secluded. Being the kazekage, eyes are on him all the time. He’d probably take you out on an excursion into the desert for a few days, bring you to an oasis where there isn’t another living soul for countless miles. He’d wait for nighttime where you can see the magnificent stars, uninhibited by any other light source. Under the glistening stars, he’d ask you in his quiet way. He’s not nervous but he does have an aspiration that you say yes, unsure whether or not you’re ready for the next step because you two never really discuss it. Of course,we all know what your answer is. And Gaara exhales a breath of relief which he didn’t even realize he was holding in suspense.

He’d honestly be a pretty good husband. He’s in the limelight a lot, but since he’s a pretty private person, he doesn’t force you to be in the spotlight unless you wanna be. and he does make sure that his family life is kept private from prying eyes. He’s pretty calm, so fights aren’t often, and he’s pretty considerate. Small gestures with him, and he appreciates the same back. Like please look after his health because he will forget to eat throughout the day. Also, don’t wait up for him at night bc he has incredibly bad insomnia. But when he does get to bed he loves to curl up next to you.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Gaara really is one to keep his feelings bottled up for the most part. So, for him he’s still pretty low key even when in love. It’s the little things that count. Watch him out here getting you little cacti and succulents and having a little plant family that you guys take care of together (and ofc you guys name all your plant children).

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

You’ll probably have to push him to get out of his normal habits. This boy’s got a village to run, he’s swamped and falls into a comfortable routine very easily. If you want to spice things up or get him out of his comfort zone, you’ve gotta give him a gentle nudge. He’s more than willing to try new things, especially if they make you happy, but you gotta verbally express what it is you want, otherwise subtle hints will go over his head.

Shikamaru

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Like Gaara, Shikamaru is brutally honest with you. He tells you how it is straight. No nonsense with him. He’s also pretty open with you when you ask (except for confidential village business). He’s pretty open about sharing things with you. He has a pretty hard time saying no to your cute face, though he might grumble about it.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yeah, eventually. He’ll admit that marriage has crossed his mind on occasion once you two get serious with your relationship. And occasionally to choji, he’ll joke that you’re his future spouse.

Literally, one day he’ll just ask you out of nowhere. Doesn’t have a ring, didn’t prepare anything. Just boom “marry me.” You’re completely blindsided by the question, but in the sake of spontaneity and you truly can’t see your life without him, your answer is of course yes. Later you’ll chastise him for not making it more romantic.

He’s also a pretty great husband. Not really confrontational (but he will call you out if he thinks you’re being an idiot or you’re lacking common sense). Pulls his weight around the house and doesn’t leave all the chores to you. He’s pretty considerate too, he’ll occasionally pick up random things that he’ll think you’ll like or want, or something that he thinks will make your life easier. Really loves game night, and its something you two do every Friday night after sundown.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

So when Shika falls for you, he displays this by incessant teasing. He’ll tease you and banter over everything. Oh, you made a stupid face or slipped your words up? You bet he’s gonna make fun of you bc you’re so fucking cute and you drive him crazy. He’ll really be in love if you can keep up with his banter and give it back as good as you’re getting. Please. Roast the shit out of him. It’ll drive him absolutely wild.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

So out of sheer laziness, Shika never really seeks out new “thrills” he’s very go with the flow and a lover of the status quo. If you wanna break him out of his routine, it’s gonna take some serious prodding. And be prepared for him to grumble through whatever new thing you wanna try, whether it’s going somewhere new or doing a new activity, he will ask why trying this new thing is necessary. But at the end of the day, he’s got a soft spot for you the size of jupiter, he will do anything for you, even if he grumbles and complains, he will try new things for you.

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plugloveff · 4 years

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Chapter 5

Chanel:

Two weeks had gone by since me and Meek's first official date and I was still floating on cloud nine. Meek had come into my life and completely changed it, I'd fallen for him. He was the man who didn't love easily because he didn't know how to, no-one had taught him how to love and treat a women. But he treated me with nothing but love.

Glancing at my computer I tried my best to focus on the emails in front of me. But I couldn't stop thinking about Meek, he was all I thought about he invaded my mind, body and soul like the plague; he consumed me. Our love was consuming it was all or nothing. He was like oxygen to me and without him I couldn't breath.

My office phone rung snapping me out of my trance. Noticing it the our front desk phone I answered it.

“Chanel there’s a detective that wants to speak to you” Rachel said.

“Umm ok, you can send him to the office” I said.

I wad confused as to what a detective was doing here. When there was a knock on the door.

“Come in” I said.

A tall light skinned man with bright hazel eyes stepped into my office. “Are you Chanel Wright ?” he asked.

“Yes, that's me" I said getting up from my chair and walking around to the front of my desk.

“I’m detective Davis and I’m investigating a missing person’s case. I just wanted to ask you a few questions" he said.

“Missing person ?"

“Jennifer Chambers” he said.

The first name sounded familiar but I couldn’t quite put my finger on where I knew it from.

“Who?” I asked

He removed a photo from the inside of his suit jacket and held it up for me. When I caught a glance of the photo my blood ran cold. It was the same girl I'd gotten into a fight into with at LIV over Meek.

"I've seen her once before about two weeks ago. I didn't know her name thought. When did she disappear?"

"She was reported missing on October 12th.. That was the same night multiple witnesses stated hag you got into an altercation with her"

"That was my first time meeting her. When I left her in the club she was fine, beat up but she wasn't missing"

“So what were you two fighting about?"

"We were at a club, there was liquor. Things got heated and then we fought. It's nothing out of the ordinary" I said, there was no way I was going to mention Meek to a cop.

“That’s it?” he said

“Yeah it was just a drunk club fight” I said shrugging.

The detective scanned my face trying to sense if I was lying. My face held no deception, I had mastered a good poker face it was a skill I had inherited from my father.

“Well, if anything comes to mind or you remember anything just give me a call” he said taking a card out of his pocket and handing it to me.

I nodded and gave him a polite smile before he spun on his heels walking towards the door.

Before he walked out he stopped and looked at me “Oh one more thing, you’re too beautiful to be fighting in clubs” he said with a smile and walking out before I had the chance to say anything.

The rest of the day was a blur I couldn’t stop thinking about Jennifer. Sure I wasn’t her biggest fan but that didn’t mean I wanted her to completely disappear off the face of the earth. I hoped that she was ok but I had a bad feeling about this. Something felt off about this whole situation.

When I finally made it home the smell of food invaded my nostrils. My stomach growled in response. Stepping out of my heels, I walked into the kitchen.

Meek was putting food on a plate, when he looked up at me he smiled and my knee's buckled in response. That was just the effect Meek had on me.

“Hi beautiful” he said walking over to me and giving her a kiss on the lips. “You hungry? he asked.

“Hi baby, and yeah I'm starving ” I said walking past him and quickly washing my hands.

"Get me a water from the fridge" Meek said. Getting a bottle of Pepsi for myself I grabbed a water bottle for Meek and followed him to the living room. Flipping through the channel's he stopped when he got to Law and Order SVU.

We ate in silence, but it was mostly because my mind was racing about Jennifer. When we finished eating I got our empty plates and brought them into the kitchen and loaded them into the dishwasher.

"I'm going to go take a shower" I yelled from the kitchen.

Walking into the bathroom I turned on the shower and undressed. Stepping under the hot water I let it run down my body trying to erase the thoughts from my mind. Grabbing my loafer I squeezed my coconut body wash on and lathered it against my skin.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, and into my bedroom. Meek was sitting on the bed with his elbows resting on his knee's his head was hung low.

Tossing the towel off my body I pulled on one of Meek's t-shirts and a pair of boy shorts I pulled my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.

"You wanna roll up for me?" I asked him.

Meek looked up at me. "I got three on my tray on the nightstand" he said.

Grabbing the blunt from his tray and a lighter I stepped onto the balcony. Sitting in the chair I brought the blunt to my lips and lit it. Inhaling the weed I felt my body relax when I blew out the smoke.

“What’s wrong with you Chanel? What did I do?" Meek asked standing in the doorway.

"It's just been a long day that's all" I said taking another pull from the blunt.

"So talk to me" he said sitting next to me, pulling my feet onto his lap he rubbed my feet.

I sighed feeling the tension leaving my body. "A detective came by the shop today"

“Detective?” He asked

“Yea he came asking me questions about Jennifer. She’s been missing since that night at Liv” I said blowing smoke out of my mouth.

“Ok and what does that have to do with you?" Meek asked.

He didn't even seem fazed by the fact that she was missing. Like he'd already known, about it. Which had my mind racing even more.

"Ahmeek, we got into a fight the same night she went missing of course I'm going to be someone they question. Everyone saw us fighting" I said.

Meek took the blunt from my hand and took a pull. "Umm" he replied and the coolness of his tone made my blood run cold.

"What did you do to her?” I asked

“What are you talking about?" he asked me blowing smoke out of his mouth.

"You went out that night and you didn’t come back for hours. You said you had something to handle” I said remembering that night.

“Chanel I’m gone damn near every night I work at night’s. You questioning me about some shit like I don’t hustle. That shit is an after hours all types of hours job baby girl" he said.

I knew Meek was gone most nights and I wanted like hell to believe him but I had this gut feeling telling me he was lying about this. "Ahmeek, just tell me the truth" I said.

Meek glare at me and I could see him battling with what to say to me. Outing the blunt he stood from his seat. "I didn't do anything Chanel.. I have to make a couple moves" he said walking back inside.

Getting up I followed behind him, when I saw him putting on his sneakers my heart sank.

“Where are you going Ahmeek?” I asked stopping right in front of him.

Meek looked up at her and shook his head. He tried to walk around me but I blocked him. "Chanel take your ass to bed" he said grabbing his car keys.

"No why are you walking away from me when I'm trying to talk to you?"

"Because I don't have shit to talk about and I have money to make" he said walking around me.

“Ahmeek !” I shouted after him.

Meek stopped dead in his tracks, but he didn’t turn to face me.

“Where are you going" I asked.

"Like I said I have business to handle” he said stepping onto the elevator. He looked up at me and pressed the button for the garage “don’t worry I’m not going to kill anyone since that’s what you think I do” he said as the elevator door’s closed. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I blinked them away.

My heart felt like it was breaking, I wanted to believe Ahmeek so badly. But one thing I always trusted was my gut and it was telling me that Meek had something to do with Jennifer missing. I didn’t want to believe that Meek could do something like that but my mind raced back to the first night I met him. He drew his gun on Rob like it was nothing, I saw the look in his eyes when he glared at Rob. It was as if someone else taken over his body.

I loved that Meek was a hustler, his street qualities was something that I found attractive. He was a boss he commanded attention and demanded respect. I saw the attention he got when he entered a room; the fear that lived behind the eyes of people who got close to him. I knew he’d killed before but would he kill Jennifer? And over what? Most importantly how did that make me feel?

Meek:

When I walked into the office Carter was sitting behind his desk taking a sip of his Scotch. "What did you need to talk about?" Carter asked sitting up in his chair.

I paced back and forth my hand running down my waves. "Remember that girl I made disappear" I said.

“Mmhmm"

"A detective came by Chanel’s spot today asking her questions. Now she’s asking me questions"

"What’d you tell her ?"

"I said I ain’t have shit to do with it” I said matter of fact.

Carter scoffed “I know she ain’t believe your ass.”

“Obviously not. But I can handle that, I just need this detective off her back. She don’t need to be dragged into my mess” I said.

"Well if she wasn’t fighting then Jennifer wouldn’t be dead. But what are you going to do about this detective?"

"Jennifer was a loose canon and it was a matter of time before she tried Chanel. I wasn't going to take that chance. So I handled the problem. The detective now I need help with"

"You want me to make the investigation go away?"

"Yeah, I know you have Miami PD and all that on your payroll. I just need it of Chanel, I'll take my chances if the protection doesn't extend to me" I said.

“Ah so that’s why you're here. Here I was thinking you wanted to hang out with me" Carter said.

"Stop playin man” I said

Carter chuckled, "Listen when you started working for me my connections became your connections. I don't extend that to just everyone but you being with my daughter along with me actually liking you its yours. I'll call them and see what I can find out and let you know and it won't be a problem anymore" he said.

“I appreciate it G” I said.

“Like I said, my connections are your connections now. You’re apart of this operation now you’re covered. However I think you need to tell Chanel the truth about Jennifer, because I know my daughter she’s not going to let this shit go. I taught her well, when she get's an idea in her head she won't stop till she finds out the truth. And I think you're good for her, I know how much you would do for her and that's a father's dream for his daughter to have. Plus I haven't seen anyone flip shit the way you and your crew do so you more than have my respect. But tell her about Jennifer, if you explain it to her she'll understand." He said.

Nodding my head I let out a sigh, I wanted to tell Chanel, but I was just scared that she would feel differently about me.

“Go handle that, I’ll get at you in a few days about the drop” Carter said.

"Ight G" I said giving him a dap and leaving the warehouse. Lighting the blunt I pulled out the warehouse heading to Chanel’s house.

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Walking into Chanel’s room I quickly scanned it searching for her. I noticed the balcony door slightly open.

Letting out a deep breath I stepped out onto the balcony. Chanel was sitting in the chair smoking a blunt.

“How much did you smoke” I asked.

"2 blunts since you left" she said looking at me.

Sitting down next to her I took the blunt from her hand and brought it up to my lips.

“Did you finish what you needed to handle” Chanel asked.

“Yes"

“Are you going to tell me what happened or you going to keep lying to me ?” Chanel asked.

Sighing I took another pull of the blunt and let the smoke out of my mouth. “What exactly do you wanna know ?“

“Have you ever killed anyone?"

I ran a hand down my waves and face sighing. "Yes"

"How many?” Chanel asked

“Chanel.. "

"How many people have you killed ?"

"I don’t know ma, I’m not keeping numbers of the bodies I’m lining up” I said honestly.

“Did you kill Jennifer?“

I took another pull of the blunt and blew the smoke out. "She was threatening you, Jennifer was spiteful and I wasn’t taking that risk with you. I’m not the good guy, Chanel. I don’t take kindly to disrespect, the minute I feel disrespected nigga’s stop breathing. You’re mine Chanel, you got a nigga whole heart and I don’t play about you. Any threat or harm that comes your way is disrespect to me and I’m body bagging anyone behind you.I’m all street baby, I’m not gone apologize for any of that, because this is all me Chanel. I can’t change this” I said.

Chanel took the last pull of the blunt and set it in the ashtray.

"Baby say something please” I said my voice held my fear that she would up and leave me. I couldn’t handle that, I wasn’t letting her go. The only way that was happening is if they put me in a body bag.

Chanel turned her head and looked at me. “I love you Ahmeek. The love I feel for you is border line toxic. People don’t love this hard, I’ve never loved this hard. When I’m not with you I feel like apart of me is missing, like I’m walking around with only half of me. When we’re fighting I feel like I can’t breathe, I can’t eat I can’t sleep. I was alive before you but you make me feel like I’m finally living. I thought knowing this would scare me away from you, but there isn’t anything you can do for me to leave you. I’m all in with you 25 to life like you always say. I ain’t never wanted to be anyone’s ride or die until you. It took me two months to fall in love with you and I’m not going anywhere. I’m here forever baby. No matter how crazy you are or how crazy you make me” Chanel said.

I was on her in seconds, pulling her shorts down. Chanel grabbed the waist band of my sweats and boxers pulling them down and freeing myself.

Grabbing her I pulled her onto my length. I hissed feeling her wrap around me and Chanel's nails dug into my shoulders.

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neoangelic · 4 years

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Midnight; mark lee

➳ You sneak off with your midnight boy, Mark Lee. He’s the cool biker-type frat boy from the infamous Nu Gamma Tau house but he’s different when you’re alone.

➳ frat boy! greaser! mark lee x reader (if greasers can be total DORKS) | college au | fluff

➳ note: requested by @leemarkmywords 5000 years ago im so sorry babe shit HAPPENED but I pulled through and wrote it over the course of like six months. I’m sorry its short but i might write more on midnight!mark. Idk if this is soft enough aaaa.

➳ word count: 1730

If you could describe Mark Lee in one word, it would be midnight. He was everything and nothing all at once; the intersection of your dreams and reality. Midnight black hair, midnight black car that he couldn’t even drive, midnight air, and midnight summers. That was Mark. When you were with him, the sky was always a deep, somber blue. The city didn’t do justice for any stars at night, but the twinkling of his wonder-filled eyes was enough for you to gaze into. Midnight black leather jacket, midnight drinks, and midnight kisses—the stolen kind.

“Surprised you managed to sneak out.” The figure jumped at the sound of your voice.

“I didn’t know anyone was out here,” his voice was full and boyish. “Don’t like partying either?”

“Not when there are strangers,” you turned to face him, the moonlight and streetlamp being the only sources of light. He was tall, black-haired, and big-eyed. You looked at the green bottle in his hand, cocking an eyebrow. “They allowed you to take that?”

“Why not? You got one too.” He blew lightly over the top of the bottle, making a hollow whistle.

“You’re not a freshie?”

“And you aren’t?” The boy laughed, “It’s my third year here.”

“Touche—how did you know I’m a first-year?”

“I told you,” he said, sitting next to you on the curb, “it’s my third year. I know a face when I see one and I just happen to not know yours. Why’d you think I was your age? Actually, what is your age? I don’t mean to be a lame jane but alcohol isn’t good for you, you know.”

“I see you hanging out with Jisung and Chenle a lot and they’re in my 101 class—”

“Well, them and the other boys—”

“And I’m… of age.” you shrugged, taking a sip of your canned beer. “If you think it’s so bad then why are you drinking it?

“Because I’m legal enough to make stupid choices.”

“Do you make a lot of stupid choices, then?”

He fell silent for a moment, “uh…yeah, I guess.” You could see his ears tint a slight shade of red. From the embarrassment or the alcohol, you didn’t know. A laugh spilled from your lips. “At least that’s what my hyungs say.”

“You don’t look like a frat boy.” Your eyes land on his Nu Gamma Tau varsity jacket and ring.

“What does a frat boy usually look like?”

“Jung Jaehyun.” The reason why you were here—the reason why your friends dragged you here, rather. “Now tell me, which frat boy are you?”

A breeze picked up at that moment, playing with his hair and tousling it around. The midnight stranger’s cheeks turned pink from the bitter cold and he smiled.

“My name is Mark Lee and you can mark me in your heart—and oh God, did I just say that?”

The next time you saw him, he was leaning against a jet black supercar, the color almost melding into the night.

“That your ride?”

Mark jumped at the sound of your voice, “oh—no, I don’t drive. This is Taeyong hyung’s car. If I drove—well that’s illegal—I don’t do illegal stuff—shit, wait, does that sound suspicious?”

You laugh, “so you’re babysitting his car?”

“Yeah, basically. Are you walking back to your dorm?”

You held up your keys, “walking to my car. Unfortunately not as cool as your hyung’s.”

“You wanna go for a drive, then?” He took a lanyard out of his pocket, keys and keychains jingling as they dangled. “He’s gonna be busy for a while anyway.” Any excuse he can use to find a way to talk to you.

“You look all cool and stuff but you do realize you’re asking me to drive your friend’s car because you can’t drive yourself, right?” You laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “What if I just run off with your friend’s car? I’m a stranger.”

“Well—” then, without warning, Mark snatched the car keys from your hand. You tried to snatch it back but he simply held it over his head which was well out of your reach.

“Hey—” he grabbed your wrist, placing Taeyong’s lanyard and keys in the palm of your hand as he pocketed yours. Your heart skipped at the sudden contact, mind buzzing with white noise, unable to process what was happening.

Mark’s stare peered into your soul, his cool-colored pupils and cold metal against your palm contrasted the warmth of his hand clasped around yours. “Shall we learn a little bit more about each other, then?” His hand squeezed yours, the headlights of Tesla Roadster behind him flashing as he pushes the button on the keys.

You couldn’t do anything but gulp and nod your head.

“Just saying, I’ve never driven an expensive car before.”

You liked to drive fast. Even if Mark was nervous the first few times you took a spin, he grew to like it. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that covered up for his anxieties and clumsiness. Maybe it was the way you liked the windows rolled down so that the stinging wind was an excuse for his flushed cheeks. Maybe it was the fact that you were too engrossed on the road to notice him staring.

There was small talk, too.

But of course, everything had to end once it hit 1:27 am. Taeyong had to have his car back without knowing you two ever took it out and you—well, you had to go back to your studies as a non-partying, hard-at-work, medical student. Your friends seemed to wonder why you weren’t as opposed to coming to parties with them nowadays. Fortunately, they never noticed your preference for a certain fraternity. This kept going on for about two months. You were your usual college shut-in self, busy with research and internships—then you’d slip out near midnight to ‘catch some air’ and take a spin in Taeyong’s tesla (which you eventually got permission to do) or lie down on the cool, dewy grass with Mark Lee. It was a cliche. A prim-and-proper student who let loose at night, switching your lab coat for something a little more risque and your coffee for beer.

Meanwhile, Mark Lee always seemed so far away. Everyone was aware of his talent in composition, presentation, dancing, and just about everything. He was that person who got along with everyone—his charisma was unrivaled and he had a high level of maturity that a lot of good-for-nothing seniors lacked. But with you, he was Minhyung Lee. He was windswept and unkempt and always flustered. His exterior may be leather jackets and skinny jeans but on the inside, he was just a boy who had feelings for someone else. Feelings that grew stronger every night that he looked at you while you looked at the stars. Feelings that made his words stumble and falter.

The two of you were sitting atop the hood of Taeyong’s car, a blanket placed beneath as to not scratch the expensive surface. It was night again. You decided to go to Hangang river this time. Beers were placed in your hands as the chilly December air froze your fingertips with the moistened aluminum surface of the can. You shivered.

Mark hummed. “This is nice.”

“Yeah, Hangang is one of my favorite views.” The street lights bounced and swayed with the river, city lights melting into strokes of oranges and whites and blues.

“That too,” he met your eyes, “but I mean this.”

“Which is?”

“Us. The way we talk. Just this—midnight escapades, sometimes drinking, sometimes eating—always laughing.”

You weren’t sure if the chill that went down your spine was the breeze or the way his warm voice spoke low and raspy or how his body shifted just enough to feel his shoulder brush against yours. It was probably the warm sensation that spread through your body as he looked at you with a warm and honeyed stare, speaking those words.

“Yeah.” You hugged your own body to stop the shaking but you still could feel your heart thudding against your chest; tempo presto.

He leaned forward, shrugging off his dark-wash denim jacket. Delicately, he draped the stiff material over your shoulders.

“You know, denim doesn’t retain warmth right?” It was cold to the touch.

Mark froze. “Oh, sorry—do I—do you want me to take it back? I mean, if it…makes you colder.” His cheeks turned pink again. The color rose up to his ears.

“Are you sure you aren’t cold? You’re flushed.”

“N—no. I’m fine. It’s the beer. I’m wearing a sweater and you’re in a shirt.”

“Thanks.” You pulled his jacket closer to your body, trying to create heat. “The jacket helps—I’m just joking.” He put the drinks aside, carefully dropping them onto the floor without knocking them over. You watched mist form with your exhale as you laid down. City-stars weren’t much to look at, but you still liked to look at the sky.

Mark copied your actions, albeit a little awkwardly.

“You know what could keep us warm?”

“What?”

“Body heat—” you tease, turning your body to face him. “we could snuggle.”

He stayed silent for a few moments. The alcohol was sinking in for both of you. Just like that, you stared at him. You saw his lips part and his pupils shake. His eyes were trained on you, frozen like the rest of his body. The wind brushed his soft, dark hair and lights reflected on his glasses, creating a galaxy of stars, chocolate eyes in orbit. Prettier than the sky.

Mark shifted so you were face-to-face.

“You shouldn’t joke about things like that, you know?” Your breath was bated as you felt his on your skin. You smelt the sharp, tangy-sour scent of beer and mints. He gingerly placed a warm hand on your cheek, tucking hair behind your ear. His thumb brushed your ice-cold nose playfully, “especially not with a boy who has feelings for you. It might give me false hope.”

“You—I think you’ve gotten something wrong here,” you lean into the warmth. His hands tremble for a split second. “That hope isn’t false.”

Then, he called out your name. You’ve never heard it so melodic and beautiful on someone’s tongue. He whispered something into the midnight air before stealing a soft kiss.

“I like you.”

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itsakpopalypse · 5 years

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Nakamoto Yuta Astrology Ask: How he loves

“That“Hello! Can you please do an astology post about hpw yuta from nct 127 loves ? With all the fluffy and nsfw details included ? I loved the ones yo did already and I was wondering if you’re interested in look into his chart? Thank you 😊😊🌸” - @marinemousemarie

A/N Of course I am happy to! Thanks again for your patience !! ALSO THIS HAIR IS KILLING ME ON HIM OML thank you for your request!!!

what is he so perfect for????

Alright !!!!

Yuta’s chart is HEAVILY water influenced

which right off the bat means he is very in touch with his emotions

His SUN AND MOON AND VENUS AND PLUTO are in Scorpio

someone help me I am c o m p r o m i s e d

that is so daddy

so even though he HAS these very deep emotions, he will still come off as mysterious and likely has a wall up

Scorpios exude sex appeal honestly I knew his sun was Scorpio but he makes so much sense with his moon there too

His rising is Capricorn (by estimation)

so he is likely really thoughtful and analytical too, especially when you first meet him and a very, VERY hard worker

he even REALLY fits the physical description of a Scorpio honestly

his north node is Libra so even though he has a lot of Scorpio (typically a less social sign because they tend to be a bit... suspicious)

he probably desperately needs a tight knit group around him he trusts,and leans on them only when he feels he can’t handle it alone

also his trine is at 90 degrees between sun and lilith so he is COMFORTABLE with the darker sides of his personality

he probably revels a little bit in the parts of his nature that stir him

..... i’m going to let you deduce what I feel about that until we get under the cut cause uh

a bitch is shook

so SUN in Scorpio means he is quieter at first, tends to ask more questions instead of revealing his own feelings (which are there and are strong)

puts off a really entrancing seductive mystery that draws people to stare and commands attention on it’s own

MOON in Scorpio means INTENSE

Lunar Scorpios can cut right through anyone’s bullshit

there’s no point in faking emotion around him he is going to know immediately

and have you ever seen such intense side eye from another sign???

They are incredibly all or nothing. if you are in their good graces they respect you and will show it

if you lose that respect it is GONE forever

they are also courageous and tend to be on the cutting edge of fashion and social issues he has a golden heart and a steely gaze oh lort

his mercury is in Libra which is the best place for that sign tbh

the negotiation skills this man would have is uncanny

tbh this makes me feel like he has the silverest of tongues

between Scorpio’s natural affinity for privacy and mystery and Libra’s skill with mediation, he will be effortless at wrapping someone around his finger

has a very solid sense of justice though, so it will only be used for good

desires someone to sharpen his mind on

wants to be able to verbally spar and debate- always done in a friendly way though!

Mars and Jupiter in Sagittarius so he is the kind of person who wants to travel, is governed by a strict moral code all his own

and really just wants to enjoy the experiences of life

these things can impact his desire to settle down however so his focus has to be on a relationship part of his life before he lets that happen.

his VENUS being in Scorpio well.

that’s ah. the exact opposite of his mars and Jupiter tbh

so they balance out a bit, but basically his venus says “when you are ready to settle down you settle down, and you don’t mess around.”

they are loyal and sensual and they need emotional connection that goes both ways

they LOVE commitment and they expect FULL devotion

they wanna pick you apart and know every little thing about you because they want to fill all your cracks with little pieces of themselves so that you are hooked and sticking around

wow

but they aren’t fully forthcoming with their own emotions

with his Mercury being Libra if you can GET him to talk, it’s fine because he will express it well

but you will have to be fantastic at deciphering different emotions in his eyes

there’s actually a lot of Capricorn in his chart, so even though he has a lot of Scorpio ( a very self sufficient sign)

he also probably has a few places where he can be a bit harder on himself and a little self defeating

he probably won’t need MUCH encouragement though, considering the really active fire sign in his Mars

in relationships this boils down to

you meet and he seems very withdrawn

polite but there’s a mystery behind his eyes you can’t quite pin down

no matter how much he likes you, he will not tell you

no he will hint by initiating really subtle flirting

you’ll find him guiding you by two fingers on your low back, a gesture of helpfulness that will linger a few seconds too long

prolonged eye contact from across the room that drives you insane because you can’t figure out what it MEANS

the raise of one brow if you say something that he considers a little flirty back

he wants the push and pull to see if you are really interested

after some playful non verbal flirting he will probably make sure you know he thinks you’re attractive more explicitly

his mars is Sagittarius so he will frame it casually but he would really need you to know

so say you dressed really nicely

he is going to make sure you get a compliment from him

“That fits really nice.”

and you will thank him only to realize he’s smirking and you know it is more than a basic compliment he is low key dirty okay

He’d be the type to have someone else invite you to a group gathering and then monopolize your time

he would ask you a million questions about yourself until he knew you better than you do

and then he would flirt more

as he drank more his compliments would get softer and more kind and less borderline sugestive

and that’s how you know he genuinely likes you

like he’s tipsy and it’s “You’re so sweet and I like being around you.”

“why won’t you ever rub my head like you rub Mark’s?”

“Why do you laugh at all of Johnny’s jokes and not mine?”

“I really just wish you’d love me too.”

and you’re like 👀👀👀👀👀👀

AW YUTA YOU’RE A SECRET SOFT

he will deny it like... one time and then he will cave hard

might lay on you and play with your hands while he talks about what he likes about you

and you’re in shock because he rarely speaks about how HE feels and usually only asks you things

and you realize his feelings are real and you finally just say “If I’m so great why won’t you date me?”

and he will 0.0

because why didn’t sober him think of that ???

he did but also he doesn’t want you to know how MUCH he did you feel me

so he will just be like “okay, then it is what we’re doing now.”

and you expect him to forget but the next day he is at your house with flowers and he wants to do cute shit

domestic shit like changes your name in his phone to a shit ton of cute emojis

listen

will

spam you

with love via text while he is away

just one after another of CHEESY ass heart and flower pictures

and the most adorable good mornings and goodnights and every meal time he texts to be sure you’re eating

is genuinely so sweet and open with you once you are together

loves to lay in your lap and stare up at you

run your hands through his hair while you do what a dream though

back hugs!!

front hugs!!

he wants

HUGS

how precious I

AIGHT STRAP IN CAUSE THIS CHART IS SMH

18 + below the cut let’s get spicy

CAN HE NOT

you don’t understand I am incoherent

GUYS THIS CHART

remember THIS “ his trine is at 90 degrees between sun and lilith so he is COMFORTABLE with the darker sides of his personality “

GUYS

i usually don’t agree when people insist someone IS a specific roll in the bedroom but

Yuta is a whole dom

HE SAID IT FIRST HOW MANY TIMES HE GOTTA SAY IT

Comfortable with his darker sides... comfortable with his kinks

willing to explore and not in the SLIGHTEST concerned about what society thinks

if he likes it he tells you and you guys will decide if it’s something you wanna do

ALL THAT SCORPIO. Sun, Moon, Venus,and pluto all being in scorpio I mean this dude I FUCKIN CAN’T

Scorpio is known for being passionate, sensual and incredibly unrelenting

a bit egotistical about their abilities

not in a bad way, in a “I got this and I will show you that I do” kind of way

which

whew

Yuta stop that’s hot

This is not romantic sex

this is not lovey dovey handholding sex

Yuta FUCKS

He wants you incoherent and lost in pleasure

he wants to dominate you and watch you beg

listen he really loves the power rush that comes with it

maybe choking look don’t kill me he strikes me as a choking type

Libra mercury so his dirty talk is ALWAYS ON POINT AND EXACTLY WHAT YOU LIKE

seems like the type to be a LITTLE into degradation

I’m sorry look I don’t mean anything too serious

just “You’re a slut for me aren’t you? Such a good girl all day but you can’t wait to spread your legs for me?”

that kinda stuff

TEASING

Orgasm control/Denial

TEEEEASING

Toys

holds a vibrator to your clit while you beg him to stop

finger fucks you while he does

Maybe a sir/daddy kink

the type to buy you a “collar” made of diamonds and smirk every time someone who doesn’t know compliments it

public RISKY BEHAVIOR

“Don’t cum and don’t let anyone know and I will reward you at home.”

while he fingers you under the table

thinks it’s funny if you have minor slip ups

fast, accurate strokes that leave you seeing stars

sometimes deep, soul shakingly slow strokes that roll your eyes back into your head

scratch his shoulders he likes that shit

spanking and biting are definitely a yes

aftercare is SO SWEET

cuddles you and shhhhh’s you

strokes up and down your arms with his fingertips

lays your head in his lap and smiles softly at you

asks you what you need to calm down

wraps you in the softest robe or blanket

makes you feel safe and loved

tells you how well you did

a good boyfriend wow

here you go !

thank you for your patience !!

I hope you enjoyed it !!

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