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I can't find the post where you've rambled about Kurt Crawford before! Please ramble to me about Kurt Crawford!

Hi hello and thank you for your patience as I answer this one month to the day from when you sent it!!!! 🙈 oops

The Crawfords was my original answer to @perpetually-weirdening's question "what character do you wish we learned more about" but I'm so happy to expand on that, I have a lot of feelings!!! xD

The thing about the Kurt Crawfords is that (unless I'm forgetting something big) they're the first clones we've seen that are explicitly said to be the progeny of abductees/the MUFON women. We've met other clones before including the Samanthas in Colony/End Game but those were rogues trying to figure out how to hybridize themselves into some kind of genetic variability that would let them look different and blend in. (they used discarded tissue from abortion clinics rather than stolen ova) The bounty hunter was after them for simply existing outside The Project.

The Crawfords are different. They're part of The Project. The first one that Mulder and Scully meet is the one they track down after finding someone is remotely copying Betsy Hagopian's computer files. This Crawford claims to be a member of Betsy's MUFON chapter, and he tells them there's a conspiracy to cover up the women's deaths. He leads them to Penny Northern, who (unfortunately) directs Scully to Dr Scanlon and her first attempt at treatment. The bounty hunter comes for Crawford #1 in Betsy's basement the minute Mulder steps away.

Crawford #2 turns up at the fertility clinic where Betsy and some of the others had been treated. This Crawford is dressed differently but Mulder doesn't know yet that there's more than one, and accuses him of having run off with the files they'd been working on in Betsy's basement. Between them and the Gunmen, they track down Scully's name in a research lab directory, which leads them to data on the branched DNA they'd already identified after Scully's abduction. But if someone's looking at this as a possible cause for her illness, maybe they're also looking for a cure, so the Gunmen help Mulder break into the Lombard facility where he finds a whole room of Kurt Crawfords.

And this is where IMO it gets so complicated and so bittersweet and so REAL. We learn very little about the Crawfords in the few minutes Mulder is with them but what we do learn is pretty significant for something that's never really talked about again. They recognize Mulder, they welcome him. They lead him straight to the drawer containing Scully's stolen ova (the first time we learn what the project did to her when she was abducted). They tell him how they were harvested, that the radiation used in that procedure caused her (and the MUFON women's) cancer. They tell him that the men who are claiming to treat this rare cancer are the same ones that caused it, that those men are actually working to hasten the women's deaths.

But!!!! what gets me most is this exchange:

Mulder: You're trying to save them. Crawford: They're our mothers.

What a thing to think, to feel, to say. The Crawfords came from fucked up circumstances and they're not really human. They're complicit in perpetuating it all by making more of themselves, but this is their life cycle, this is their job, this is what they know. From what we're shown we have no reason to believe that any of them has ever experienced what it is to have a mother in any sense other than a genetic donor. They're grown in tanks from tampered genetic material taken from tampered women without either party giving consent.

But they recognize that they owe their existence to these human women, who were violated and now suffer and die for it. And in those very few words he says: they don't want that. They recognize it's wrong. They're trying to stop it. (They are risking their lives; their subversion sends the bounty hunter after them.) It's their chance at redemption for the crime of being alive and that alone is painfully human.

They want Mulder and Scully to know the truth. The fact that they lead Mulder directly to where Scully's stolen ova are kept. That they let him take from that drawer without comment. They let him take the truth in his hand, surely aware that he might return it to her. (I like to think they hoped he would.) Because she, and the other women, are their mothers.

IMO one of the biggest elephants in the room for this whole show, although we don't learn about her until well after this, is Emily. How many others like her might there be? It's fucking TRAGIC to think about. But she's not the only thing to come from those stolen ova. The Crawfords are not the children Scully or any of the other MUFON women wanted. But they exist. They are grateful, in whatever way a hybrid clone can be. They recognize the sacrifice and suffering that brought them to life. They are doing what they can, in their own way, to set it right. Because to them, those are their mothers.

Knowing about the Crawfords and their subversion of The Project could never undo what was done to Scully or the others. But as gross and shocking a revelation it would be to know that inhuman things are being made in place of the children they can never have, what the Crawfords show us is that not everything that came from those violations are tragedies in the way of Emily and any other children like her. I wonder if it might have been a comfort for Scully to know that out of one of the worst things to ever happen to the abducted women, These Men Who Would Create a Life Whose Only Hope Is To Die have also accidentally created lives whose greatest hope is to save people, to save her and others like her. That these inhuman children the women never wanted have somehow grown to have a sense of empathy, a sense of justice, a moral compass, a desire to do what's right. Things a mother would want for her children, things a mother could be proud of. That they may not be human, they may not know what it is to be children, but they know that somewhere out there they have mothers, and they care.

I wonder if Mulder ever told Scully. I hope someday he did.

#mulder recognized the boy in the tank from the drones he met in the bee fields #where he also met Project-approved samantha drones #so here's a question: #are there Samanthas out there - grown like the memento mori Crawfords - who consider the abductees their mothers too? #are there Samanthas out there made of what was stolen from Scully? #x files #the x files #thank you for the ask it was fun to ramble about and a PERFECT excuse to rewatch memento mori 😍 #folks ask nachos answers #scully #kurt crawford

[nachosncheeze]

Patterson 7 for the ask game? >:3c

Yay thank you thank you thank you 💕

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

This might sound... I dunno... trite? But I love the way the fandom loves her. Everyone treats her gently, or if they don't, it's immediately followed by some speedy comfort on top of that hurt. I've seen tragedies written for the whole team, and she sometimes experiences tragedy-by-proxy when someone else goes Through It, but I've not seen any tragic endings for Patterson herself. Who is LeBron? Tattoo Squad and the fandom seem to be in agreement: it's Patterson. 😊💕

Send me asks!

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[nicosraf]

heyo! not sure if this has been asked yet—my apologies if it has—but what type of music do you think the angels would listen to in a modern au?

-catholic nachos asker

I was sure this has been asked before except I thought maybe I deleted but, after hours of hunting, I found my original answer from like early January. Anyway, I'm reposting it but with adjustments:

Lucifer definitely loves some MARINA (he sings Primadonna in his sleep every night) and Lana Del Rey.

Rosier listens to meadow nature sound ambiance videos. Or he just sits by a window and listens to the birds and wind. When he listens to music, he likes softer and quieter stuff. Maybe slow folk music. I think Rosier just isn’t a fan of loud noises generally (despite being best buddies with Asmodeus’ loud ass).

Speaking of Asmodeus — he loves loud metal, rock, and punk. Probably a Slipknot fan. He can appreciate any type of music though (including country). He likes to dance :)

Baal is a little too into R&B. He’s not a good singer but he doesn’t realize it unfortunately.

I headcanon Michael to listen to Albanian war music.

Uriel listens to classical but I think more generally he gravitates towards music without words and interesting composition

Azazel listens to Mitski but sped up (nightcore).

Phanuel listens to, like, Fall Out Boy and Paramore. He's also a kpop fan I think AKJSDHDKS he learns the Twice dances

Gabriel likes Madonna, Cindy Lauper. Early pop. He knows he's not supposed to, though, since that music is kinda sinful, so he tries to listen to Christian music skskks

Not sure why but I really see Raphael listening to mariachi or ranchera music 💀

#Im probably projecting on Raphael its not my fault #maybe he shouldnt have my name #in my modern au Raphael lives in a small town in mexico #nobody ask why #I will not be taking questions on Michael either #sorry this answer is crazy but #thank u Catholic Nacho Anon #mine #ask

[pzfr]

Prizefighter Shine, the public wants to know: what is your favorite food? What do you do on your days off?

come in my inbox pretending to be a reporter!

ask my muse about gossips, their relationships with other famous muses, bad rumors about them… go wild!

"Uhhh. Nachos usually. Or burgers. Once in a while a crawfish etoufee... My answer ain't set in stone, sorry. And I guess if I'm not lazing around at home I'm off to the theaters or the arcades or off to waltz among the shops. If you want to count it as part of my day off, I do sometimes just opt to get some extra training in at the gym or elsewhere."

Rex raised his index finger, pleased that he had suddenly remembered what else he was going to say.

"Oh!! I also like to just dash off and walk through nature, any climate around the globe ('cept tundras, those not so often). Petting animals. Grabbing fresh fruit from bushels. Meeting folks..."

He trailed off in his rambling, figuring he'd shared enough.

#[rp memes] trouble keeps you running faster #[ask] letters column #[IC] Stand A Chance

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S REDEMPTION - CHAPTER 1

*Warning: Adult Content*

Ian Foley’s nachos have gone cold. 

‘Cold nachos suck.’

But they weren’t served cold. 

Actually they had looked delicious when the waitress had set them down in front of him, winking, smiling and bending low to give him a nice, if unwanted, view of her impressive, ample breasts.

They are cold because he got distracted and forgot to eat them. 

He’d spent the day on the road, driving north towards Alaska and he was tired and hungry and just about at the end of his rope. 

When he had seen the little motel and diner beside the side of the road, he had felt relieved. 

He could always spend the night as a bear to keep warm but nothing beats a real bed, even a bed in a seedy motel. 

After Ian paid for the room, he had crossed the little parking lot and settled at the bar in the diner. 

There were a handful of people there, locals by the looks of it, rough folk who offered hard stares by the way of welcome.

 Ian ignored them and with the way he looked, nobody who isn’t in the business of trouble, would bother him. 

When he had lost his father, Ian had lost his appetite and consequently a lot of weight. 

His frame is still big though and he’s starting to gain more muscle as the pain fades. 

After everything that happened, he had needed a clean start. 

So he had shaved his beard and put his past behind him. 

Literally. 

Over the last few weeks, he has slowly been making his way north, heading to Alaska and a clan of Shifters, he hopes can help him find some answers.

‘They might even be able to help me find purpose and do some good in this world.’

‘It’s what I want... more than anything. Problem is... I’m not a good man.’

Gradually, Ian has let his beard grow back but he keep it short and neat and he keeps his thick auburn hair the same. 

He looks almost respectable and he acts that way too. 

He allows himself a beer now and then but hasn’t been drunk in a long time. 

Anyway, the past is harder to leave behind than you think. 

The waitress had just bought Ian his food when his iPhone buzzed... and fool that he is... he pull it out to see why. 

It was a text from his cousin Chloe Foley, letting him know that everything was fine back home. 

Only Chloe had included a picture and Ian spent the next fifteen minutes with his eyes glued to the screen. 

In the background, was his dad’s old house, where he had grown up. 

In the foreground was Chloe and her girlfriend, side by side. 

Next to them stood the two Hunter siblings, Freya and Noah.

 But it was the man on the left most edge of the photo frame that made Ian’s dinner go cold. 

Julian Hart. 

Ian had loved him and then he had hurt him. 

Now he was with someone else. 

Julian was happy with Dane Hunter and Ian was happy for him but he still feels the barbs in his chest whenever he sees his ex-boyfriend’s face. 

By the time Ian shakes himself free from his daydream, he’s stiff from holding so still for so long and his nachos have gone cold.

‘Like I said... cold nachos suck.’

“Problem with the food, hun?” the waitress asks, leaning over the bar to refill his glass of water.

“Ah... no... it’s fine. I’m just not that hungry, I guess.”

“Are you sure? I can get you something else if you want.”

The way the waitress says this makes Ian fell like she is offering a different kind of meal.

“No thanks. Just the check please.”

She shrugs but brings it. 

Ian pays and rises to leave. 

He is just turning towards the door when someone collides into his chest. 

He feels small hands clutching at his jacket and a warm shiver of a breath against his shirt. 

Ian looks down started and a pair of ebony eyes look up at him from a pale face. 

They belong to a young boy. 

‘He could be twenty one, if I’m being generous but he looks closer to seventeen.’

The young boy gazes up at Ian, his dark eyes wide and his soft pink lips slightly parted.

“Uh..” Ian says, not known for his quick thinking.

“Hey, do me a favor will you?” the young boy says, 

“Tell these assholes I’m with you.”

“What assholes?” Ian asks, confused.

“The ones that will burst through that door in three, two, one...” 

Right on cue, the door flies open and a pair of men walk in. 

They look as fit and sharp as Ian Foley once did, before grief worn away his edges and made him a little softer. 

Their gazes lock on the young boy still clinging to Ian like a desperate barnacle and they cross the floor of the small diner in three quick strides, pulling him of Ian and throwing him to the floor.

“What the fuck, Sam,” the shorter of the two men asks. 

His skin is medium-dark and his bleached blond hair stands up in spikes. 

“You can’t just run off like that.”

“I didn’t run off,” the young boy objects quickly. 

“I’m working. I swear.”

“Yeah. Way out here? You think you’ll find someone that will want your services in this dump? You’re not a truck-stop whore, Sam.”

“Fuck you, Pax,” the young boy spits, scrambling to his feet and moving so his back is pressed against Ian’s chest. 

“Besides, he’s already paid. Do you want Karin to take it out of your pay?”

They both glare daggers at each other, each seeming to hope the other will give way but eventually the older man relents and shifts his dark eyes to Ian.

“Is that true?” he asks. 

“Did you pay for him already?”

Ian Foley swallows hard, feeling like he’s about to throw himself off a cliff of unknown height. 

He has no idea what is going on but he can tell that this kid is in trouble and and that he might need his help. 

Ian straightens his back and loops his arms around the young boy’s waist. 

He pulls the small frame against his, doing his best to look like the dick-wad that these two guys think he is.

“Yes.” Ian Foley confirms. 

“He’s all mine.”  

[senor-plume]

Reunion

    Henry throws on his favorite shirt, a tie dye that he got at an Arlo Guthrie concert some years back.  Pulling the shirt over his head he eye’s the bottle of ale that sits on the kitchen table.  Reaching out with his left hand he grabs the bottle and takes a long pull from it. Friday night and not a thing going on. Luckily.  With the drink in his hand he walks over the living room window and takes a peak at the great outdoors. Folks arriving for a CYO event at the school across the street.  Looks like a basketball game as he spies on the young girls showing up in their cheerleader outfits. Some adults walking in and a young man about 20 has his head stuck into his cell phone, texting as he moves straight ahead. Henry closes the curtain tight and walks away quite glad that he is not playing a game of basketball tonight. As much as he complains about the loneliness of his life, he has adapted to it and some nights, such as tonight, he is glad for his solitude lifestyle.

     The television is on but thankfully muted while the record player spins the vinyl album around at 33 and a third.  A collector of sorts, he stops and stares at his records. A massive amount that must be well into the thousands. His father started him out young to the pleasures of music and he never looked back. His dad left him his old records from the 40’s to the 70’s when he passed away.  Alphabetized, he goes down to one knee to look through the Z’s. Pulling out Frank Zappa’s first album he takes the record from its sleeve and stares at the grooves that the needle reads. Henry can, and will spend hours now gazing at his collection with pride bursting up through his soul. Nothing can or will make him as happy as rummaging through these records and trips to the Salvation Army for more is a true joy in his life.

     Stopping only to gather up a plate of nacho’s and a few beers, Henry has just spent the complete Friday night alone with his records.  He plans to leave the house tomorrow morning for a trip to the local hotel where a huge record sale will be going down.  Once a month there is a gathering of all types of people selling off their albums and other music related items. Henry looks forward to this with unbridled glee.  He takes to the computer and after seeing there was not one email waiting for him he begins to compile a list of albums that he must have and hopefully he will be able to find them there. Some records he just never stops looking for. Years and years he has waited for somebody to sell them off. A Beatles record nicknamed the Butcher Album due to the cover showing the Fab Four dressed as butchers covered in raw meat and doll parts. A true and rare collector’s item. He saw one once when he was visiting his sister in California.  He had it in his hands and as he always does, he smelled the inside of the cover. There really is nothing finer than the scent of an old record Henry believed.  The asking price for the album was a hefty 1000 bucks which he did not have at the time. He has saved up for the day it would appear to him again. He would not miss out on it again.  

       With the need to take a piss Henry, drunk now, as he always is on the weekends, he stumbles to the bathroom. Holding his cock he lets out a long sigh and out of the blue the telephone rings. He usually unplugs the fucking thing on the weekends but he must have forgotten. Shaking his dick he hears the answering machine pick up. It is a woman’s voice and it is unfamiliar. Without washing his hands, Henry walks to the bedroom to hear the voice say goodbye and then the tape rewinds. Who the fuck could that be? Henry presses play and he listens in carefully.

“I’m looking for Henry Coda. If this is the wrong number I apologize but I really want to find him. This is Anna Baez. I went to school with Henry back in the 80’s and I would like to invite him to our schools 25th anniversary.   It’s this upcoming weekend…seven days from now and it will be a ball. So Henry, please if you could join us at the school at 7 in the gymnasium… I would be thrilled to see you again. We all would. It will be a blast. I hope this is the right number. Call me at 722-5733 to let me know if you can come. Thanks and goodbye.”

    Christ. Anna Baez. Henry takes a long drink from the bottle…killing it and he heads to the bookshelf to pull out his senior yearbook. The cover says Binghamton Central High School.  It has been years since he has looked at this thing. He takes a seat on his bed and opens the book. He flips through the pages with a bored look on his face until he comes to the page he wants. Under his nose is a picture of Anna. A blonde beauty who was quite popular in school. Unlike Henry she excelled in school, running for class president and winning. A cheerleader and if he remembered correctly, she was crowned prom queen…a prom in which Henry did not attend.  His book was signed a few times and he reads a few.

“Have a great summer Henry…see you at the college.”

“Henry, keep playing that guitar and I am certain you’ll be top of the pops in no time.”

“You are one weird fella man. Don’t change.”

   Henry never ended up going to the local community college and he never made it to the top of the charts. He was still weird and he has barely changed since the 80’s.  He closed the book and placed it back on the shelf. He remained on the bed thinking of school. How he hated it and most of the kids there…except for one girl…Nancy...or Nan for short. Nan, he had the biggest teenage crush on. She was always friendly with him but she was dating the same guy from their freshman year right up to the senior year. They were friends...she was kind to him and although her boyfriend hated him she didn’t care. She was nice. Rising from the bed he began to think about her. Nan, I wonder if you are even still alive and if you are I bet you have fourteen kids and a beefcake husband. He wandered out of his room and made it to the kitchen to grab a fresh beer. Cracking it open he heard the needle hit the label on the record he was playing and he knew it was time to flip it over.

    Playing the Stones now he could not get his mind off of that girl. Nan. Henry hardly left his house for any kind of social event. Skipping family reunions and the like.  But this...this could be...interesting. He wanted to see Nan and that was the only thing that made him pick up the phone to call Anna back.

   She answered right away and sounded genuinely pleased to hear from him. She told him that he was all set. That it was to be a casual party and that he could bring a friend or spouse if he wanted to. Henry asked how many people have signed up to go and she told him that it will be a packed event.

“Expect at least a hundred kids to be there. It will be lots of fun. And Henry, feel free to bring some of those records of yours with you. I bet we would all like to hear them.”

  After saying goodbye and hanging up Henry crawled into bed and found himself...drunk and daydreaming about Nan and just what he could say to her. It made him nervous just thinking about it and soon he blocked it out and fell asleep with the full bottle of beer next to his head.

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            After about four beers Henry was ready to leave for the reunion. Dressed in khakis and a seersucker shirt he bent down to tie his shoes when he felt the urge to throw up come over him. He ran to the kitchen sink and made it just in time. Four beers down the drain, all sudsy and wiping tears from his eyes he went to swig some mouthwash around in the bathroom.

       Outside now Henry tucked the cuffs of his pants into his socks and jumped onto his bicycle. The school was only a few blocks away and it was a pleasant night. He had no intention of trying to impress anyone there. His bike was fine and he enjoyed riding it more than driving anyway.

  Along the way there his nerves grew worse and he checked the time on the side of the bank on the corners. 7:15. He was late and he did not care. He toyed with the idea of not showing...no one would miss him anyway but Nan…he was dying to see what became of her. He stopped his bike in front of the tavern Rocco’s and parking his bike on the side of the building. He went in.

     “Henry! Long time no see my friend. How goes it?”

 Rocco extended his hand and Henry shook it with a weak smile on his face.

“Get me a cold on please Rocco. Lord knows I need one tonight”

“What’s the big occasion? You got a hot date tonight? If you do, bring her here. I’d love to see the kind of girl you could pick up Henry.”

  The bartender, a black guy with muscles that would put Schwarzenegger to shame cracked the top off the bottle of Bud and handed it to Henry. He took hold of it and brought it to his mouth and drained half of it in a mere two seconds. His eyes darted around but he found himself slowly calming down. The television above the bar was on showing some soccer match and the jukebox was playing the old Turtles tune.. .’Happy Together.’

    “Henry, it’s been a while, a few days now perhaps since you last walked into my establishment. What’s been happening to you? You depressed? A fire destroy your record collection or something?”

 “No. Just been busy is all. Listen Rocco, I need your advice here. I’m now headed to my 25th reunion at school and I am rather nervous about it all. There is a girl there...or a woman now and I really want to talk to her but I am a social dud. I have no idea what to say to her. What’s a good ice breaker? Something that won’t

 make me look like a total dick head. Just a little dick head.”

 Rocco smiled and said “ Ah Henry, you seeing an old flame tonight? Some girl who used to give you hand jobs in the basement? Something like that eh?”

 “No...not at all. Just a girl who I was friendly with. Though I have to admit that I dreamed of her and those hands giving me some pleasure. I don’t know. I can’t think of what to say to her when I see her. I need your help here.”

  Rocco pulled up a stool and thought for a while. “What did you guys used to talk about in school? Back then. What did you talk about?”

Henry thought for a while and he said ‘music.’

“Ok, then you talk about that. Just say that you heard an old song on the radio and that it made you think of her. She’ll be pleased to hear this…hopefully and there you go. You’ll be off to the races.”

“But I never listen to the radio...all those commercials and that terrible hip hop music they play now a days...It gives me a head…”

“ Then, forget the radio part..just say you heard a song…somewhere… and it made you think of her. Just wing it from there. She’ll want to know what song and then you’ll be in a real conversation and I bet it will be the first one with a woman for quite some time. Am I right?”

 Henry sighed and took a drink from the bottle.

“Yeah, music, that’s kinda what I had planned on anyway.”

“That’s all you ever talk about actually Henry.  This is the first conversation we’ve had that wasn’t about music or music related.  You must really be nervous.”

 “Yeah, I am. What time is it Rocco?”

“7:30.”

 “Shit, I gotta go. Thanks for the help. I appreciate it man.”

Rocco wished him good luck and said that if he gets lucky with the girl to bring her over to the bar so he could see what all this nervousness was all about. Henry killed his beer and slammed the bottle down on the bar with a determined thud. He stood and with a wave left the bar and found his bike waiting for him. He climbed aboard and began his trek to the school.

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    Inside the gymnasium it was sweltering. He was informed at the front desk, where old Anna Baez was sitting that the air conditioners were on the fritz and to expect it to be a little warm in there.  Warm? It was horrible. Henry went immediately to the bar and ordered a beer. A nice cold beer would really hit the spot and maybe calm his nerves a bit.

  Drinking, he looked down to his name tag. Henry. Who the hell is going to remember me anyway? This is a mistake. He had maybe three friends in high school and they all went to universities and left him in his hometown alone and friendless. Sure, he knew some of the guys and gals at the record conventions but he wouldn’t be able to really cal them friends. He was a lonely guy who simply loved his records and beer. He looked up and watched all the people milling around and some dancing.  A few guys whom he recognized as old jocks   were standing at the bar, drinking and laughing, without a care in the world. Henry felt the sweat dripping down his back and he flapped his shirt a few times to get some air in there. His ears pricked up when he heard a Duran Duran song playing and he was just about to head over to the DJ booth to talk to the guy about his CD’s when he saw Nan walk in. The light from the gym was weak at best but he knew it was her although he could not read her name tag. My goodness…there she is he thought to himself. I’ll just wait for a while to let her mingle with the people that she really wanted to see and then, then he would walk up to her and reintroduce himself to her.

     Henry wiped his brow with the back of his hand and struck up a conversation with the DJ. They shot the shit for a few minutes when he felt a hand on his shoulder.  He turned around and saw Nan smiling ear to ear.

“Henry Coda...my God…you look exactly the same.  You really do. My goodness...how are you?”

 Henry’s shirt was sopped with sweat as he opened his mouth to return her greeting when a group of guys walked up to Nan and began to talk excitedly to her. Henry shrunk back to the DJ booth and just stood there watching them enjoying themselves. I wish I was normal he thought to himself. I wish I could talk and feel carefree with others. Instead I am a sweating fool all alone with a paid employee of this fiasco. He took a swig from his plastic cup and turned around to stare at the wall.

   A few minutes passed while a Van Halen song played. Henry began to recall the time he had bought the album which this song came from when he heard a woman’s voice say something. He turned around to see Nan staring at him.

“Hello...anyone home? I’ve been trying to get your attention for a minute now silly. Daydreaming about music I bet. This Van Halen song sure brings back the memories don’t you think?”

“I was just playing this song a few days ago actually. All in all it’s a great album with very little filler. Sure, a few of the songs aren’t all that great on it but not many records from that period were masterpieces. You know what I mean?”

  Nan smiled at him and told him that he has not changed all that much from 25 years ago. Henry smiled and tried hard to think of something to say to her. He decided to ask her about her life now but she spoke first.

“So tell me Henry...tell me about your life. Are you married? Is your rock and roll wife around here somewhere?”

 “Wife? Ha, no...no wife. Never. Never was married. You?”

“Well, remember Davey? My boyfriend in school? We married after college and 10 months later we were divorced. Still to this day I have no idea what went wrong but that band of gold on my finger just cursed us. It was something else, I’ll tell you, I won’t be walking down the aisle again, you can count on that.”

 Henry looked down at her finger and even in the bad light he could see that she was ring less.

“Gee, I’m sorry about that Nan. Geeze…will he be here tonight? Davey?”

“No, he moved to Washington State after our divorce was finalized. I haven’t seen him in years now. No kids...thank God.”

“Oh...well that’s good I guess...divorce can really be hard on kids; at least that’s what I’ve read in magazines and all. So…you live around here?”

 Nan answered his questions and boy was there a lot of them. Henry at times felt like he was interviewing the poor girl but he really had nothing else to say to her so he asked questions. Query after query but she didn’t seem to mind at all. They talked for a while when he realized he was in dire need of a drink.  He tried to back step a bit to get closer to the bar hoping that she would follow him...slowly but two steps back into his plan she stood right there, not moving an inch. He would have to ask her if she would like a refill on her wine...or what appeared to be wine. Maybe it was punch. It was red and that was all he could tell. In a break in the conversation he asked her if she would like a refill and that he could really go for a cold beer in this stifling heat.

“I know! It’s so hot in here...I can’t stand it. Want to go outside for a bit? I could use some fresh air and besides...and don’t tell anyone but I am dying for a cigarette.”

“Outside? Certainly. I’d like that. I’m beginning to melt in here. Please just let me refill my beer here. Can you wait?”

She nodded her head and Henry went to get a beer. Turning to Nan he asked her if she was good. She replied that another cup of wine would be great and she handed him her now empty cup.

“..and a wine please Jerry.”

 The bartender filled up the two glasses and they headed outside. On the way to the front doors Nan was greeted with many hellos. Henry couldn’t remember her being so popular in school. It was mighty crowded and Nan grabbed his arm and pulled him along and he was happy to be lead away out of there.

         Outside the cool air was a Godsend. They both needed the cool night air on their hot skin.

“Now this is much better, don’t you think Henry? So, tell me now…back in school you loved music more than anyone I’ve

ever known. You ever made a career of it? You in a band or anything?”

  He felt like he was letting her down as he went on to say that not only was he not in a band but that as a career he chose media marketing.

“What exactly is that Henry?”

“You know those jingles you hear on the radio? I write them. I make commercials for the radio and television.”

“Oh my, how interesting...anything I would know?”

“You know Champs Fried Chicken? The chain of chicken places? Well that one ad..the one that goes

‘Champs...is the place to be

when your down and hungry,

a dollar 99 is all you got?

you’ll dig our chicken, you’ll dig it a lot.’

I wrote that.”

“Holy shit Henry, I know that song! It’s the catchiest tune like ever! Wow...I’m with a celebrity here!”

“Ha…well...it pays the bills. It’s not going to get me a gold record but I suppose I can’t complain.”

“Well, I think it’s awesome...simply awesome Henry.  I’m not as famous as you but I guess my job is ok...I sell real estate in North Carolina. I’m not rich or anything but like you, I can pay the bills.”

 Henry found himself relaxing a bit. The cool night air did him well and he found that he could keep up his end of the conversation. He went in a few time to refill their drinks. He was feeling alright by the time of his 9th beer of the night and Nan was really knocking the wine back. They talked about many things and a few people even recognized him as they made their way out of the gym to return home.

  Around the time of Nan’s fifth cup of wine she realized that the party inside was dying down.

“I should really go back inside and mingle a bit more. You wanna come along with me? There has to be other people you want to see besides me.”

“Not really Nan...in fact the only reason why I came to this high school heat wave was to see you. You were always so nice to me...don’t think I’ve forgotten it these many years later.”

”Oh Henry, that’s so nice of you to say. Shoot...I should go back though. You sure you don’t want to come with me? I’ll buy you another drink.”

Henry thought about it and decided not to go in.

“I’m sorry Nan but it’s really too hot for me in there. I’m going to head to Rocco’s for a nice air conditioned beer.”

“Sounds splendid. Ok…I understand.

  “It was nice to see you again Nan...really. Take care now.”

“I will. Thanks for visiting with me. I had a ball. Enjoy Rocco’s”

And with that they hugged each other goodbye and went their separate ways.

Around 1AM Rocco was placing the chairs up on the table when there was a knock at his front door. He checked the time on his wrist and went to tell them he was closed. Through the door he saw a woman standing there.

“I’m sorry Ma’am but I’m closed now. I open at 9 if you still need a drink in the morning.”

The girl was swaying a bit but managed to steady herself.

“Is Henry there? Henry Coda? I’m a friend of his.”

Rocco opened the door and told her that she just missed him.

“He left about 10 minutes ago. You don’t happen to be Nan are you?”

“Yes..why?”

“Oh boy was he going on and on about you. You made quite the impression on him tonight. He usually only talks about music but not tonight. It was Nan this and Nan that. Sorry you missed him.”

“Yeah, me too. Please tell him I stopped by ok?”

“I will. Goodnight.”

And with that she turned away and headed back to her taxi.

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Loki x Reader

1989, chapter 3

"Her heart belonged to someone who couldn't stay"

Summary: It's hard to find the one, but even if you do find him it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work. Can you even make it work after he broke your heart? The answer to that is complicated, but it all started when you found each other again in the Stark tower- and that's where our story begins.

Word count: 5,300

Warnings: mild angst, violence, badly written missions(I'm sorry), fluff

A/N: this song is so fun, and as always with this series I suggest listening to the song of the chapter. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

A/N: a big thank you for @chrissquares for making these amazing dividers! And thank you @nacho-bucky for beta reading this!

No one is allowed to repost my writing or steal or copy my work! Reblog on tumblr is fine.

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"Hydra is moving fast and advancing, tomorrow they are going to make a move on a not so secret lab in Germany which works on energy cores, we do not know the exact thing that they are after but we are going to stop them from getting it. Reindeer games you are quite familiar with Germany so try not to take over it this time." Tony projected then the layout of the place. You didn't dare look at Loki, you already knew the scowl he had on his face, barely distinct but you knew it was there.

"Why can't we just warn them today and ambush Hydra?" Clint asked from the end of the table. But you didn't look at him.

You strategically chose your sit, no temptation to look at Loki, not returning the looks that you knew he would send you. No memory of just earlier today. Hell, you still felt the ghost of his lips on yours.

"We suspect that with the knowledge, they might try to strike a deal with Hydra and in exchange of money, they will give them the supply they want. It's safer for us if they start on bad terms and we step in to make sure it all ends."

"We only got a handful of the weapons they created, so be aware of that and stay safe. That lab is intricate and big. Bucky and Clint will be on guard outside, take out any Hydra agents that may lurk guarding outside. The rest of us will spread out to protect and evacuate the relatively innocent folks, and the others take out the Hydra super guilty folks. Point Break, Horny Head," you bit back a laugh. "Try to see if there is anything Asgardian in the Hydra weapons."

You were the first out of the door after it ended. You were not going to wait to see what will happen. You almost felt like a prey, his prey, and he was about to catch you any second now.

"Y/N, are you not going to stay?" Steve asked when you were about to head out making you turn to face him, your eyes couldn't help but momentarily wander who Loki who thankfully had his eyes lowered. "We were going to review the mission details."

"Oh no, I'm feeling a little tired today," you tried to hold Steve's eyes but you knew he knew you better than anyone here, well almost. "Just fill me in tomorrow."

You did not see the look Steve gave the raven haired god when he watched you leave.

How could Loki not stare?

Just a couple of days ago his life was empty of you, and then you entered it again knocking the breath out of him just like the first time he saw you.

And just a couple of hours ago you were in his arms and he was kissing you like he did that one time he came home to you after a hard day with his father, and hel, you kissed him like you did that time he came back from a long fight after a week of being absent from your touch. Your kisses always reminded him what he was fighting for, despite the treatment from his family, he fought through to get to his solace, to get to you.

And now he is back to nothing.

And you are back in an empty room where his presence still lingered. Just like the night he left.

•

Out on the hanger, you were on the open quinjet ready to go when you felt a presence behind you.

"What exactly can you do?" you turned to him after you tightened the dagger strap on your leg.

"Why does it matter?" you went further inside the quinjet, at the very least you didn't want wondering eyes on you.

"I want to know what happened to you." The question made you look back at him. You couldn't figure him out now, he was just as different as you were but that's not it- he left you, no explanation, and now he is here kissing you and wondering about you as if he actually cares. But then again, why would he leave if he cared?

"I don't know what happened, I started to feel bad and I thought it was just a virus or something, but then I started seeing things… and then I just had these powers." You sighed, there were too many incidents before you understood what was happening.

"Nothing prompted it?" he pressed. He was almost towering over you now as you stood against the wall.

"No, not that I know of at least."

"What are they?"

"I can manipulate people's vision and emotions. I alter their reality as I like and control what they'll feel." You looked down then. "That's what I did to you."

"You put me in the invasion in New York, making me scared." You only nodded to him, you didn't like using your powers but sometimes they are needed. As if he read your mind. "You know that it's-"

You saw Natasha and Tony walk into the quinjet then, followed by the two supersoldiers who found you in the corner. You saw the strange look on their faces.

"I know exactly what it is Loki, now we need to focus on the mission." You walked around him and went away, sitting in the co pilot seat next to Natasha.

"Anything interesting happened today?"

"No Nat, nothing. Let's just get to that lab." You helped her start everything, ignoring the look she gave you at the answer.

"Thor?" Steve called to the god as the two went aside to talk out of earshot.

•

It was colder than you thought. Now you could only pray to any god out there, maybe Greek just strictly out of spite, that the lab will be much warmer.

"At this point, I think we lost the element of surprise boys." Natasha said through the comms as you drove towards the lab, snow covering the ground mostly white but as you got closer and more agents appeared it started to look red.

Bucky and Clint were on top of the trucks, shooting the guys that were securing the lab building from a distance.

With Thor and Loki taking down the guards on the tower, blasts came from besides you.

"Bucky, on our right, take them out." You yelled to Bucky who turned and blasted the vehicle and the agents in it.

"They're out, now could you just try to keep us steady? I don't want to fall off of this thing." He complained as you made another twisted turn, avoiding getting wrecked into a tree or a guard tower.

"You're a goddamn supersoldier, I'm sure you'll manage. Plus, it seems like we will have to leave the vehicle behind soon." You looked at the blockade just before you and Natasha.

"In three?" she asked and you nodded to her, pulling out your guns and shooting the men in front of you.

Then the blockade hit the cars. Bucky, Clint, Natasha, and you jumped out of it and over the blockade, knocking some of the guards.

You looked up and saw Loki fight. You've never seen him fight before.

He brought down yet another tower, pulling out knives out of nowhere and then disappearing behind the guards and he knocked the tower to the ground, its wooden form breaking down in pieces.

"Y/N look out!" you heard Steve calling out to you, he came in with his motorcycle, knocking out a Hydra agent who was about to attack you.

"Thanks Steve!" you called him and went to move away and fight.

"No, hop on, I need coverage." You nodded to him despite his bowl of crap. Hopping on the motorcycle behind him, you shot whoever was in sight. You got closer to the lab and in front of you a new rush of agents lined up. "Thor, we need you here."

"Oh no," you groaned. "You're going to do something really stupid, aren't you?"

"No."

"He always does something stupid, Y/N you should know him better." Bucky retorted and you laughed.

Thor came up besides the two of you. Getting down behind some rocks you guarded them.

"It seems like they are lining up for us."

"How kind of them" Thor raised his hammer and Steve his shield and it pounded as they hit each other, the energy sending the guards and the tank flying, obstructing them and their weapons.

Almost at the lab, a tall man stood in front of you, he had a weird shaped weapon in his hand, before you could advance and use your powers on him, the sky suddenly turned dark, you saw lightning and then his pointed weapon shot lightning energy towards you. It was too fast but you were whisked away before it could hit you. One of Loki's hands covered your head while the other snaked around your middle.

He pulled a long spear and was about to shoot it forward when he saw the man had disappeared.

"Brother have you seen that?" Loki called to Thor who ran next to the two of you. Loki still held you, but you pushed him away with a small thank you, looking at Thor instead and taking a few steps backwards.

"What was that?" he looked at his brother.

"It can't be, I destroyed it long ago." Thor shook his head.

"You saw what happened, it had to be it. Nothing else could do it." The blue eyes turned to you. "Are you okay darling?"

"I'm just fine, I can take care of myself." Pulling out your own knives, you saw Natasha and Pietro up ahead. "And don't call me that."

After you left Thor came up to his brother.

"What are you doing? What is going on with her? Loki were you-"

"That is not your business, stay focused on the fight. We need to find that weapon they used."

•

The inside of the lab was quieter than outside. Tony and F.R.I.D.A.Y detected the German scientists and you split up to look for them, and hopefully take whatever energy core Hydra was here for.

Jumping a story down, it was weirdly quiet.

"Hey guys, I'm in the east wing, something feels wrong." You waited but nothing came back but static, "Guys? Fuck."

Turning around you saw Hydra agents coming out of a door you hadn't seen before, they started to shoot at you, coming from both of your side, you used one guy for coverage, making them shoot at each other. Locking eyes with one of them, he soon fell with a scream, eyes foggy. You slit the throat of the guy you used and focused on him instead. In a field of enemies, he got up and shot everyone he saw around him. Once satisfied you let him fall down alongside all the others he shot.

You saw other agents coming your way but there he was again, Loki pulled you behind him and shot daggers forward and duplicating himself. You saw a couple running away to what you only assumed was another secret door but you lost them as you turned a corner.

"Guys, there's nothing here." The captain voiced through the comms.

"The comms are working again, great." You sighed.

"What do you mean there's nothing here?"

"I'm saying that this was a trap, there wasn't anything special that these scientists were working on, this is not what we thought it was."

"How could we have been wrong here?"

"I don't know but we have to go now, I don't like this."

Soon enough on the quinjet you tended to Clint's wound, he took a nasty shot. And your wounds weren't near as bad.

"Could they have had something that seemed insignificant to them but Hydra needed it for something?" you heard Tony talk to Steve.

"No, they weren't working on anything right now. The lab was for research, not for weapons."

You picked up on another conversation then.

"We have to tell father what we saw, Loki."

"No, I searched the building, and I didn't see the guy nor his weapon. Father will just send an army here when we don't even know what it is we are searching for." Loki reasoned.

You just tried to clear your mind and focus on helping your friend.

•

The sunset painted the rooms a lovely shade of orange from the windows. It was quiet as people were either resting, or in the infirmary. You walked through the hallway leading to the Avengers elevator to take you to your room.

He came in front of you from the corner.

"Y/N,"

"Hi." You didn't know what to say now, he saved your life twice today.

"Are your wounds alright?" you let him inspect your hands and arms. This was new to him too, seeing you fighting like this.

"Don't worry, they'll heal." He still didn't take his eyes off of you, his delicate petal out here fighting and risking her life.

"Let me heal them." You leaned on one wall as he stood in front of you, covering your wounds with his hand. You heard him mumble a chant and your skin tingled. You told yourself it was from the spell.

Then he looked up at you, and the look in his eyes was one straight out of your daydreams.

"I should just tell you to leave but-" your breath shuddered, your mind trying to make peace with your heart's will.

"I never stopped thinking about you and I." He admitted, you put your hands on his chest and slowly they slipped up to his shoulders.

"I heard that you have some other girl now, I heard they'll be a wedding soon." The pain in your voice did not go unnoticed.

"It's true, but I never thought I'd find you again. That was arranged, nothing happened yet and nothing will happen."

"I never stopped thinking about you too." You bit your lip and pulled him closer to you. "We know exactly where this leads, why go in circles?"

"My love, we can just call it even. We can't ignore this forever." His hand caressed your cheek now, you leaned into him.

"We're always going to come back, aren't we?"

"I'm afraid so, my dear." Your lips finally met, and you let every worry and fear go away, kissing him back with just as much passion and love.

And there it was again.

The first kiss.

"Will you stop messing it up?" you laughed at Loki as he tried to get the music player to work until he finally gave up and let you do it.

"That thing is just stupid midgardian technology, there is no use to it!" he complained as you magically managed to get it to work, a soft melody fell upon the room.

"I finally got you to agree to teach me, this is far from useless!" you laughed as you came up to him, playing with your dress as you twirled in it. You moved the furniture so you could dance in your living room.

"I don't understand why you even want to learn it, no one on Midgard knows it and it is not like you have balls around here anymore." It was quite barbaric to his taste.

"Yes but I want to learn this dance, I bet it is super pretty and elegant," just like you, you thought but didn't speak up. "I bet the balls there are amazing."

Loki showed you the right position and took your hand. He brought you close and prayed that you won't be able to hear his heartbeat.

"They are. Maybe one day I'll take you to see it," you had a bright smile on your face then. "You know, just so that these lessons won't be for nothing."

"Of course, whatever you say." You held onto him tighter as you almost fell. "I expect a nice dress too, I can't come to Asgard with a human earth dress."

He laughed at you, but it turned into a groan when you stepped on his feet, supposedly it was accidental.

"While you look beautiful in this dress, I bet you'll look just as beautiful in an Asgardian dress," you looked up at him surprised, you forgot how close you were, hel you forgot completely about the dance as you just stood there and swayed back and forth. "Like a true Asgardian goddess."

Loki didn't mean to say that but once it left his lips he couldn't even feel embarrassed about it, no he didn't even feel vulnerable when he saw the way you looked back at him. You moved your stare between his lips and his eyes.

"Do you really think that?" you whispered, scared to break whatever it is you have built in this room, in this moment.

"Absolutely." He closed the small distance and he already knew that he was a goner, you took his heart and mended it with your own. He could feel your passion in it, in your first kiss. He'll be damned if it will be your last. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him ever so closer, deepening the kiss. He smiled then before you pulled away just a bit, a huge smile graced your face and you lit up the room. Your red lipstick was smeared a bit, your bottom lip was swollen, and he wondered if he ever told you how much he liked it when you put this lipstick on.

"This was inevitable, wasn't it?" the smile never left your face and he didn't know what he did to deserve you.

"I'm afraid so." You couldn't keep in the giggle that escaped you, this man will be the death of you, you were sure of it.

He had never felt as loved as he did in that moment.

The kiss after a bad meeting.

Loki got to your home as soon as he could, he couldn't wait to be in your arms. His father was- well, his father as usual. He just needed some peace right now, and that was you.

He walked into your apartment, he saw your computer open on your desk with various papers all around it but he didn't see you.

"Darling?" Loki called you and you pocked your head out of the kitchen. You immediately took off the apron and went to him, he smiled at you even though he knew you'd see right through it- you always did.

When you reached him, you gave him a tight hug, playing with his hair until you felt him relax under you.

Then you pulled back and kissed him so delicately but it was all he needed. Your kisses surely had some magic laced in them, because you somehow made him feel completely content.

"I love you." He whispered to you.

"You what?" you must've heard wrong. You told him you loved him months ago, but you understood that he needed more time, it was harder for him to open up like that. But while he didn't say it, he surely made sure you felt it that night. Sleeping was not included in that.

"I love you." He repeated and you smiled, going to say it back, "Do I smell smoke?"

The kiss after he came back from war after a week of not seeing you.

The moment you saw the green shimmer from the living room, you got out of your bed and all but jumped on your boyfriend as he took off his armor. He managed to balance himself and you, but then you pulled away from the hug and attacked him with a bruising kiss, you gave him easy access to your tongue and tried to pull him closer by his hair.

"I missed you so much." You leaned your head against his forehead, you both panted heavily. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

He could see the moment the light bulb in your head lit up and he chuckled, he shook his head but he let you see for yourself, he knew it would calm you down.

You lifted his shirt up and saw the small cuts on his stomach.

"You're not okay! Loki come on, I need to clean these cuts." You dragged him to the bathroom and pulled out your first aid kit.

"Darling, I'm a god, these small cuts don't affect me." He rubbed your back but you didn't listen to him.

"And I'm your girlfriend so shut up and sit down. Maybe you got hit by a poisoned spear or something that is like- I don't know what's up there but I don’t care!" he saw how worried you were, eyes bloodshot, he hated to leave you. So he nodded and let you take care of him, his hand raked through your hair calming you down. He had never felt more cared for, or loved.

You swore at him all kinds of curses, telling him to stay safe and be more cautious.

He swore he was going to marry you someday.

•

Asgard felt different now. After you went back to your room, with a smile that you tried to hide but he caught, he and Thor went back to Asgard- they needed to check some stuff to make sense of what they saw. It was night now so luckily most of the people were sleeping. Most but not all.

As the princes walked through the corridors, lady Iyllir was there with her maids, which she quickly pushed away when she saw them.

"My princes, I am so glad to see you back in Asgard, it's almost midnight now how come you are still with your armor?" she frowned at the cuts and light bruises she saw in the dim light.

"We just got back, and we are both very tired so we are going-" Thor put a hand, keeping Loki in place.

"It is really late, I'm sure my brother will be happy to escort you back to your chambers?"

"Oh that would be great, thank you my prince, have a good night!" she bowed to Thor and took Loki's outstretched arm. He sent a nasty glare at his brother but walked with Iyllir towards her chambers.

"I hope you are okay, your cuts still haven't healed." She took his hand, gently examining the cuts.

"I assure you I am fine, these cuts will be healed soon. Midgardian weapons cannot wound me badly." He gave her a smile and she only nodded.

"I miss our time together, you are great company. I hope you are staying longer this time."

"We will be staying for a couple of days I assume."

"Oh, great, so tomorrow we can go to that nice garden that you said you will take me to!" she gave him a kiss on the cheek quickly before turning around and walking into her room. "Goodnight, my prince."

He groaned to himself, he did promise to take her there. He pondered about it as he went back to his room. The lady and he had quite a good time- that was before you came back into his life. He walked the long way around to his room.

•

"This place really is beautiful like you said." The redhead looked around at the flowers that were around them and the tall bushes that created a barrier from the outside of the garden.

"They have been using magic to grow the bushes around the entire ground, making them into walls of this place." He remembered what his mother told him about this place.

"Thank you for bringing me here, I never knew this place existed." She smiled at him and sat on the ground next to him.

"It's my pleasure," and for a moment those barriers made him go back to a couple of months ago, when he would wander around in thought about the lovely lady his father brought for him to meet, soon to arrange a marriage. "Did you manage to finish the book I gave you?"

"I did, it was really interesting. I find history fascinating so the book was splendid to read."

They talked like this for a few more hours, talking about books and exchanging stories.

Before he knew it, Iyllir got closer and closer to him, sitting right beside him. The silver tongued prince went silent when he saw her lean in, all the while smirking at the look on his face before returning her gaze to his lips.

He considered his options. You were his only love, perhaps you always will be, but will you stay after all that is over? Can he still come back to you? He remembered the reason he left, the moment was scorched in his mind but now things were different. Maybe this time he will be able to stay, would you let him? After all, all you agreed about was temporary, just for old times' sake.

Their lips touched now.

"I can't." Loki said, before leaning back from the offended girl in front of him.

"Why not? Our parents brought us together to marry."

"Perhaps yes, but while you are great company I am not ready for this yet. We should go back, I have a meeting to attend to soon."

When they got up, she refused to take his hand. It was a silent walk back.

•

"Thor, are you sure you checked it all?"

"I did Loki, the vaults were lacking multiple weapons. They were old ones. Do you think you could tell exactly what is missing?"

"I'll do my best." The vaults closed behind them and Loki started to scour the items present, while trying to find the missing.

"I saw you were taking a walk with lady Iyllir today."

"What about it?" Loki went deeper into the place, looking at the empty stands and mentally taking note of all the items that should be there.

"I also saw you were around Lady Y/N a lot. You still haven't told me how you know her." Thor studied his brother, following him to the big closet.

"I was on earth and I happened to meet her, I did tell you."

"I'm not as big of a fool as you think I am, I can see the way you look at her. And the way she looks at you."

Loki didn't know if he was relieved or frightened as he found a way out of this conversation when he opened the doors.

"My wand, Thor my wand is gone!" Loki's eyes went wide alongside Thor when they saw the other weapon that was missing.

•

"This is ridiculous, why is he throwing a party in the middle of this mess? We can't waste time Thor, we need to tell them what those Hydra mortals have." Loki scowled as he got through the people dancing in the crowded room.

"Will you keep it down Loki? These mortals don't know a thing. I'm sure Tony will listen to us when we find him.

Looking around the room, he saw several other faces he recognized, and then he saw you- grinning and laughing with a guy he did not recognize. One of the mutants- was her name Wanda? She came up to you with a hug, and joined in on the conversation. Maybe it wasn't like what he thought. He hoped so, when you looked straight at him. In the daze, he looked at the tight little skirt you wore, his mind was lost and didn't notice when you reached him. The crowd seemingly closing around you, a barrier that let you be alone without watching eyes.

"See something you like?" you smiled at him, he couldn't help but return it, not ashamed of looking at every inch of your body before answering you.

"Yes, very much" he put his hands on your waist, bringing you closer. You put your arms on his shoulders, keeping him close.

"We said we will start anew, right?"

"Yes." You leaned your head on his chest, and the two of you started swaying not along to the music but to your own heartbeats.

"I missed this, Loki. I missed us." You confessed to him, he didn't have to answer, you knew.

"Did I ever tell you how much I love that red lipstick of yours?" you chuckled and lightly kissed the side of his. He sighed at the contact and your heart fluttered at the red mark your lipstick left on him.

He brought your chin up with his hands and didn't spare a second before attaching his lips to yours. He didn't know how he survived without your kisses, without your touch. He actually did know, it was hel. He would go sleepless at night, conjuring up figures of you beside him but that could only help so much. When he missed you most, he would go to Heimdall and ask about you. He was the only one that knew after all, he was the only one who knew about his only weakness. But then so many things have happened, some distracted him from the loss of you until he got used to it, and some… some he had to keep you in his mind just to survive through the very worst things that were inflicted upon him.

But now that you were in his arms again, he knew it will be even harder to let go of you if you asked him to leave afterwards. And he made sure to show you how much he still loved you in the kiss until you parted and looked at him, your eyes begging.

"Take me home, Loki. Take me away."

With the temptation, it was something he couldn't deny the both of you.

The minute he teleported the two of you to your room, your lips were back on his, pulling him with you until you hit the bed.

You made quick work on taking off the white shirt he wore, as he unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the ground before he picked you up and laid you beneath him on the bed.

You looked up at him, feeling whole again remembering all those other times you were just like this, he always had the same James Dean type daydream look in his eyes, right before he made sure you remembered who your heart belonged to.

He promised himself to show you how much he missed you, and make up for all those years apart.

You spent the next few hours devoting yourself to each other, you were sure everyone could hear you scream his name in pleasure. But you didn't find it in yourself to care when he made you feel this good.

•

"What do you mean you didn't get the weapon?" the agent backed away, scared.

"We didn't expect it, and besides- he was there!" begging for his life, he hoped he will get out of these woods alive, the weapon in front of him was powerful enough.

"Who was?"

"There were more of them than usual, we didn't expect him to be there- we couldn't get the weapon!"

"You will be given one last chance to do this right, if you fail I will make sure you pay the price for it."

He was then handed the weapon, wrapped in a cloth.

"Do you remember how to use it?" the agent considered it, before he grabbed it in its hilt.

"And this stone heals it, right?"

"Exactly, use it when I'm gone."

He did just that, pulling out the sword, examining the weight of its powers, looking at the gem stone, then turning back and stabbing the other agent behind him. He let him bleed, before finally taking out the stone, and he watched in wonder and the wound healed. This will be fun.

Tags: @ayybtch @buckys-other-punk @chaoticpete @madcrazy50 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @the-departed-potato @rogerrhqpsody @onceupona-happilyeverafter-love

#style #my writing #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki fluff #loki angst #loki #loki imagine #loki odinson #taylor fic #taylor swift #angst #fluff #loki x you #tom hiddleston #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #1989 #loki (marvel)

[seddm]

I’m Bored, Ask Me SVTFOE Stuff - Is the Diaz garage attached to their house? Does Marco ever start liking nachos again? In Bretta's Tacos, who is the guy in the bathroom and whatever happens to him? Who's your favorite background character and why? If a future Starco kid was trying to hide their attempts to bring magic back, how would Star and Marco react when they found out? :)

- I'd say yes, shots from the outside aren't fully clear, and it looks separated in this concept art for the show,

but there is very little consistency to the Diaz household anyway, so I'd take for canon the animated scene in Starsitting, where Marco enters what seems to be the garage from a door opening on the inside of the house, over static backgrounds.

- Most likely yes, he sets out to make nachos for Star in Sad Teen Hot and he doesn't dry heave at the word, so either Janna removed the hypnosis (Star probably threatened her once she learned her supply of Super Awesome Nachos™ was in danger), or he broke through it by sheer force of will.

- a hallucination brought forth by Marco's excessive consumption of low quality mystery taco meat and his guilt. Or, more likely, just one of the many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many weirdos living in Echo Creek.

- if you mean background as no name characters appearing in random episodes in the background every once and then, the Exasperated Mom from Starstruck. She understood Marco's plight.

if we can include characters who happen to have a name but have literally no importance and are barely there, Pinkus from Escape From the Pie Folk. Because... well, have you seen him? Her? It?

- hard to answer to this one, guess it'd depend entirely from the context: does this happen in a far enough future for things to have deeply changed on Earthni? Does magic return in a way that can benefit everyone, instead of being hoarded by a small elite? And even if that were the case, would it be advisable to bring back something that can easily shatter reality if misused (and it's super easy to misuse it)? They probably wouldn't be that happy at first, or at least worried and wary, given their past experiences, but ultimately something could probably be arranged, with enough development. A compromise that doesn't clash too much with the theme strongly pushed by the end of the series. That's an answer for you to find ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

#seddm answers

[akajustmerry]

hi merry, i’m sorry about the influx of cruel and annoying asks lately; for what it’s worth, i think it’s admirable how you stand by what you say even if it makes people uncomfortable, and then they lash out. and it’s encouraging for the rest of us who may not be as confident in expressing our own opinions. on a totally unrelated note, i wanted to ask, and feel free to not answer if you don’t want, but: what are your top five jack black performances and, if you feel like it, why?

Have a great rest of your week ☺️

oh wow, thank you 🥰 nice to know i am not just shouting into an abyss! and sure, i'd love to answer!

top 5 jack black performances and why:

Bethany (Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle) - i know there are gonna be folks ASTOUNDED school of rock isn't my no.1 but on god, this performance is one of my favourite comedy performances of all time, let alone jack black. the depth and empathy he portrayes as he embodies a teen girl is just so lovely and the scenes between bethany/martha (karen gillan) are some of the most heartwarming and hilarious scenes i've seen in a blockbuster. on top of all that it's so fucking funny!! the scene where bethany goes to the toilet for the first time and can't stop being excited about how a penis works is genuinely so funny i crylaugh every time! bethany, non-binary icon!

Dewey Finn (school of rock) - i don't feel i need to explain this one but what i will say is as much as i love this film and black's performance, as a teacher it gives me the strangest mix of deep professional anger, anxiety and envy

Miles (The Holiday) - literally, he is my dream man in this film. i fucking hate assholes who shit on jack black in this movie as if he isn't a fucking dreamboat of a romantic lead. as someone who literally mostly listens to film scores, if jack black, a kind cute film score composer, was crushing on me i would simply wed him. why it takes kate winseltt so long to come around to him in this movie is insanity.

Nacho (Nacho Libre) - I know Nacho Libre is problematic in many ways. but this is pure undistilled jack black physical comedy at its best. similar to Bethany in Jumanji, I just adore the physicality of Nacho. The scenes where he's flirting with the nun and clenches his butt cheeks and poses cracks me tf up every time and he barely says a word.

Po/Lenny (Kung Fu Panda/Shark Tale) - I hate how voice work goes so unrecognised so I am gonna sneak it in here. While I was maybe a little too old for Kung Fu Panda to impact me, Jack Black as Lenny in Shark Tale was one of my favourite animated characters growing up and probs one of the big reasons sharks are still one of my favourite animals. I love how soft and sweet Jack Black manages to make this whole great white shark. now, that I think about it, Lenny was absolutely a gay metaphor and that's also probably why I loved him. but yeah

honourable mentions of course go to Bernie, High Fidelity and all his comedic work with Tenacious D - all of which I love and are amazing, but these are my favourites.

my least favourite is Shallow Hal. I hate that movie with a passion and cannot believe they put all that shit in his mouth to say. it's was such a cruel fatphobic role and it pretty much traumatised me lmao

you have a nice week too! x

#jack black #anon

[eulerami]

Questions for an Author

Tagged by @xbaebsae, thank you! It was interesting to read your answers, and good luck with your projects! 

Tagging: @writerofblocks @megafreeman @kitkatpurrpurr @theodoresart @arduyn @isthemedia @werdbytes @erenaeoth @madame-rebel @wachsamekatz @awsnapanat-20 (I know you do a lot of original characters and D&D stuff, but I figured I’d tag ya anyhow) 

Name: Euler

Top 5 3 Fandoms Written:

Fallout: New Vegas 

Mortal Kombat Cumbath (shoot me) 

Saints Row

I’ve done some Borderlands stuff too (the first game,) but nothing much really. All of my focus has been on these three games for the past eight years or so as far as writing and art projects go. 

Top 5 Fandoms You Want To Write For/More: TES, and I want to get back into Fallout eventually. I am enjoying working on my SR stuff right now. I think after I’m done with it though I’m going to take a very long break from fanfic and work on my original stories. (Although, all this FC5 hype, I really am like ???? Yo?? I need? To try that shit? I played all the OTHER farcrys, lmao) 

Stories You Wish More People Knew About: Do you mean mine or other folks? There’s plenty of fics by other people I wish were more popular because they’re really good, but if you’re asking for mine, I don’t know. Right now I’m just working on one (BTB) and it’s the only one published. I’m satisfied with how it’s doing viewer-wise, I guess, I dunno. 

Ship(s) Written The Most:

Ermac x Kenshi (MK) 

Nacho (Playa/Boss) x Troy Bradshaw (SR) 

Character(s) Written The Most: Kenshi, Ulysses (F:NV), Mordecai (Borderlands 1) and Troy Bradshaw (SR1) 

How Many OCs Do You Have: Just one that you guys have seen, and that’s Nacho. Some of my longtime followers may recognize Kres, my courier from FNV, or my Dunmer bard Kayachi from Skyrim/Solstheim. I have two whole universes worth of OCs for original stories though too lol 

How Many Series Do You Have: Just the one right now. Bite the Bullet is the first in the series; there’s gonna be two more installments. 

What Do You Do With Fics You’re No Longer Interested In?: I stick them on the Harddrive of No Return 

Coming Soon: BTB getting finished, and moving on to SR2. Since it was rewritten, I have a lot of catching up to do, but the point at which I stopped to rewrite it was about 75% done with the story. So, it shouldn’t be long now, I’ve just had a million catastrophes and horrible shit happen IRL that has made writing very very hard. 

Line From A WIP: (I don’t have one right now on hand lol) 

Do You Accept Prompts? Do I accept them? Yes. Do I think I’ll actually get to them? Absolutely. Do I? ...Usually not, no. I’m sorry. 

How Do You Feel About Kudos? It’s great to see that my shit ain’t just floating around out there in the void, it reminds me people are clicking on it, so I appreciate them. 

Do You Read Fic As Well?: I do, and I try to whenever I get some gaps in activity at work. I got a massive reading list, lol 

#me

[nachosncheezies]

when you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your followers (positivity is cool) 

Yay thank you for this! :D To be honest, I don't listen to music a lot these days - used to do a lot more of it when I was on the road a lot. That said, here's a few earworms that've crossed my brain recently:

Yume no naka e which I guess is from a 90s anime? I like the lyrics though, it's sort of about not forgetting to stop and smell the flowers, as we say.

Dean Martin - Ain't That A Kick In The Head

Kylie - Tension

Coldplay - Viva La Vida

Tragically Hip - Ahead by a Century

And because it's you, a bonus: I Just Can't Wait To Be King

P.S. I did this again just now because I was blessed with two asks :D

#you always remind me of disney haha #ask games #folks ask nachos answers #music #actually now that i think about it yume no naka e is kinda txf s7 ish #it's kind of ......'why are you driving yourself to the bone searching for things you can't find..... let's dance instead'. ish. #thank you!!!!!!!! 💕

[nachosncheeze]

25 - Remi for the ask game? 🙂

Yay yay yay thank you thank you!!! (and of course you go for the hard if most appropriate one!!!)

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

First impression is really hard for me to quantify, given that she was revealed to us in little drips and drabs, and mostly through the lens of her relationships with just a few people. I suppose through what little we saw in seasons 1-2 I saw her as a slightly tragic badass. I was already reading fanfic before I finished the series (I was stretching it out, didn't want it to end!! T_T) and so I think my enduring impression of her is undoubtedly shaped by your Damaged Goods series and @idealisticrealism's From the Ashes/Into Flames. I don't think I could possibly describe her or my ongoing impressions of her in any way that comes even remotely close to your labours of love, except to say that I love her, too.

(Everyone go read those damn fics I can't shut up about them I am wayyyyyy overdue for a rearead)

Send me asks!

#blindspot #blindspot s2 spoilers #blindspot s4 spoilers #ask game #folks ask nachos answers #remi briggs

[krokonoko]

Got tagged by the one and only @northernscruffycat 💕

I tag whoever feels like doing this~

How many works do you have on AO3?

29, apparently? the account is REALLY old and has a lot of ancient crap on it tho lmao

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What’s your total AO3 word count?

128149! which is a lot, considering that I write almost exclusively oneshots.

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How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

10! I’m usually not a very active fic writer lol

video games: Elder Scrolls, Amnesia, Hitman, Dragon Age and Metal Gear Solid

live action movies and TV shows: Better Call Saul, Collateral and Edge of Tomorrow

cartoon and anime: Gravity Falls and Boku no Hero Academia

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What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Bait (Lalo/Nacho, Better Call Saul, 2.7k words. “just” a pwp, but it’s my baby, my beloved)

Ten Years Passed That Night (Bill+Rita, Edge of Tomorrow, 3.4k words. insanely popular by my standards, but also rly old and I don’t remember what happens in it. All I know is that it’s set post canon, Bill experiences an uncomfortable situation, instinctively tries to reset the day through suicide and almost kills himself in the process.)

a Collar by any other Name (Lalo/Nacho, Better Call Saul, 2.7k words. shameless dressing kink. came into existence on a bit of a whim. I think I wrote it down in one go (just like Bait! it seems like those kinda

Something to Hold On To (Lalo/Nacho, Better Call Saul, 4k words. more pwp with an excuse for a thematic red string holding the whole thing together asdfg)

Strange Attractors (Lalo/Nacho, Better Call Saul, 14k words. Lacho, but make it Groundhog Day. holy shit, when did this one get so many kudos?? it’s a very rare multichapter from me and paused atm cause I’m a fickle sob who can’t focus on one and the same thing for more than two weeks :/)

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Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

yeah man, of course! honestly every time I get a comment I can’t really believe it? I never had an opportunity to get used to feedback, so every person telling me they liked my writing brightens my day 🥺

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What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

probably A Cornered Dog. it might seem like Max has risen to power, but in reality, Vincent has (involuntarily) succeeded in turning him from a sweet, emotionally intelligent man into a cold, manipulative person, aka someone who can endure what Vincent puts him through.

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Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yeah, not even a week ago I got this huuuuuuge, longwinded comment on my Kacchako fic Plus One explaining to me in great detail why Bakugo being trans and Ochaco being bi completely ruined the story lmao

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Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do, but it's a fairly recent development! I mostly write m/m, but I have written m/f and I’m open to writing f/f smut too!

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Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of.

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Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah, one of my Collateral fics got translated into Russian. I think it was We All Die Alone.

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Have you ever co-written a fic before?

stealing Pandirpus’ answer: I’ve written a very fun Amnesia AU fic with @pandirpus Tabula Rasa - and to this day, it’s the longest and most research-intensive fic I’ve ever written in English.

another fic I’ve co-written is the fantastically smutty Rising Tides which I worked on with the absolute master of E rated content: @seanfiction. Rising Tides itself, and stay with me here, is a story written by Marcius, a character from one of my books. but it’s not just any story, it’s porn he wrote of himself and a certain reptilian man he’s into, but in an alternate universe where they’re both pirates. it’s amazing and ridiculously self-indulgent and I love it.

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What’s your all time favorite ship?

that’s really hard to say cause I ship a LOT. recently I think Lacho has a special place in my heart.

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What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

oh, DEFINITELY Strange Attractors! but the inspiration will have to come with the next season of BCS.

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What are your writing strengths?

rambling, lol? people tell me I’m good at building atmosphere.

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What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

maybe it’s the linguist in me speaking, but imho, if you wanna use a foreign language, you gotta treat it with respect. too many people treat foreign languages as nothing but sexy glitter you dust over your writing for decoration.

if you can, ask a native speaker for help. I try to do the same as often as I can. never, under ANY circumstances, rely on nothing but google translate. there are so many practical translation tools online, folks.

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What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Pokemon lol. when I was around 12yo or so I wrote like, half a dozen fics that were just self-inserts going on Pokemon journey and nothing else.

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What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

that’s probably Trip Wire. I feel like that one kinda got lost in the amount of Lacho fics I produced, never received any special attention, but I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever written. it’s got exactly the kind of energy that I try to go for with p much all of my writing, but rarely give myself credit for achieving.

#writing meme #meme #cw: suicide mention #cw: transphobia #cw: biphobia

[h0llyalexander]

🎞️ for Tess (@callmearelic)

Send a symbol for a drabble of our muses!

🎞️ …watching a movie

"No...no...boring...overrated...too many explosions...", Holly complained as she scrolled through Netflix in search of a movie for them to watch. She wanted something good. Or at least something that they could laugh at. She'd specifically invited Tess over for a movie night tonight, because she knew her parents and her sister wouldn't be home. Her folks were on a couples retreat in hopes of saving their marriage, and Heather was staying at her latest boyfriend's apartment. Holly had the house all to herself and the first person - no, the only person - she thought to invite was Tess. She could've thrown a party for her schoolmates, but she'd rather just hang out with her best friend.

Just as she'd found something that looked interesting to her, a movie called Ride or Die about a lesbian girl who helps her classmate and long-time crush escape from an abusive relationship, she heard the doorbell ring. Immediately she jumped up from the couch, nearly tripping over her own authentic Gucci slippers as she rushed over to the front door. She swung it open and lunged at her best friend, greeting her with an enthusiastic hug. "You're here! Come in, come in, I found the perfect movie for us to watch!", she rambled excitedly, grabbing Tess' hand and pulling her inside.

As her best friend already knew, the house was massive. The living room had a giant flatscreen TV on the wall and a big, comfy couch for them to lounge on while they watched the movie. "We just have to pop some popcorn first. Do you want sweet or salty?" She looked back at her friend as she lead her into the giant kitchen, where several snacks were already waiting for them on the counter. She didn't know what Tess would be in the mood for so she'd bought basically everything she could think of. M&M's, chips (regular, paprika and BBQ flavored), Twizzlers, saltines, cookies, grapes, party mix nuts, brownies, nachos and pizza bites were just some of the items she'd purchased. It didn't matter if they didn't finish it all, she would just share the rest with her family. Holly let go of Tess' hand, already moving to grab a big bowl to pop the popcorn in. "I'm so glad you're here", she confessed with a smile, planting the bowl on the counter and waiting for Tess to make her choice. "I would be so bored otherwise."

Within twenty minutes, the popcorn was popped, the snacks were on the coffee table in the living room and Holly was curled up beside Tess on the big couch. The movie was playing but Holly was paying little attention, she was too busy stealing glances at Tess and trying to gauge whether she liked it or not. As it turned out, the movie was more intense than she expected. The main characters ended up killing the abusive husband and running away together, having to hide from the authorities while they tried to figure out their lives and their relationship. After a while though, Holly rested her head on Tess' shoulder, stealing bits of popcorn from the bowl in her lap. When a slower scene was playing, she asked quite suddenly: "What would you do if you were in their situation? Would you run away, or turn yourself in?" A brief silence fell between the two as she gave Tess a moment to think about her answer. But Holly was still the one to answer first. "I'd run away with you."

@callmearelic

#drabble #callmearelic #emzyrps #meme

[thenakedgingerwrites]

The Hypno Channel

It was a long shot and a pretty stupid plan, but since it required such little setup I figured, ‘why not?’

I had Ben over for the Saturday game. Many beers and nachos later, our team won and we were both having a blast. The rest of the gang had been busy so the night was going to be just the two of us. We thought about going out but decided to stay in and maybe call it an early night.

As Ben went outside for a smoke (which I still don’t like), I brought up Netflix. We planned to just have something on in the background while we played cards so I pulled up the documentary on hypnosis. I had already watched it a few nights ago which triggered this idea. See, early on in the documentary a guy goes through the motions of hypnotizing the viewer. It didn’t work on me, but some of the reviews said it had for a few folks.

So, plan A would be Ben watches this with me and is one of the lucky minority. Plan B was going to take some acting…

I should probably mentioned a bit about Ben. He’s straight and one of my best friends. He’s thick in all the right ways without being fat, gorgeous face, full beard, and a personality of a fucking saint. If his body didn’t make me swoon, his heart would have. The ‘straight’ thing gets in the way of that though.

Many times he would tell me that, “If I were gay, I’d totally marry you.” Which is nice and awful. Also, strange as it is for how long we’ve been friends, I’d never even seen him naked unlike most of my other friends who’ve all stripped to some degree in the past. A few different occasions we’d play strip poker but Ben never lost.

Anyway, while I didn’t expect anything crazy to happen tonight, if there was even a chance it’d end with me finally being able to see what was under his pants that would suffice me for years of masturbation material.

Here’s to hoping.

I put on the video and started to watch it while I waited for Ben to finish. When he came back in he asked what I decided to put on while he shuffled some cards.

“It’s a documentary on hypnosis. Netflix recommended it and I figured it would be calm background noise.”

“Oh cool. Never heard of it.”

“It didn’t have great reviews.” I laugh a bit. “But, it does apparently have a hypnosis part in it where the narrator tries to put you under.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Doesn’t seem like it works on most people though, so the reviews say at least.”

“Sounds like BS.” Ben said.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I might give it a try when it comes up though, just to see.”

“If it works I’m making you cluck like a chicken!” Ben imitated a rooster shriek.

“Haha. Fine. If it works on you I’m going to make you quit smoking!”

Ben raises his eyebrows at the thought. “I actually wouldn’t mind that.”

“You know, you could just quit without hypnosis.”

He scoffed, “yeah, addition is that easy to quit. That’s why no one’s addicted to anything.”

“Fine, fine. Well I’m kind of hoping it works then.”

“Me too…”

We watched the show for a few minutes but they were just talking about the history of hypnosis for now. I knew the part I wanted didn’t happen for at least 20 minutes. We decided to play a couple rounds of cards while it played.

I had actually been doing pretty good at poker and mentally wagered that if we had been playing Strip Poker Ben would have finally lost! Maybe another time…

The narrator starts to explain that he’s going to try to hypnotize you, the viewer. I didn’t want to seem too eager so I waited for Ben to catch notice of it, which thankfully, he did.

“Oh, hey. Here’s the hypnosis part.”

Ben put down his cards and grabbed his beer. I did the same and looked back to the screen.

The narrator began to explain things, “Now, you have a better understanding of how hypnosis works but I find it’s best to see first hand how it’s done. I’m going to describe a scene and I want you to visualize it as strongly as you can in your mind. Build every detail and make it a reality of your own imagination. If you focus hard enough on my words, you should be able to go into a very deep and suggestive state.”

“I’m nervous.” I say. Ben responds, “I’m actually kind of excited.”

The narrator continued. “Once your under, I’ll provide some generic suggestions to find better inner peace. Trying to be more organized in your life, letting go of the little things, et cetera. Let me be clear that I cannot make you do anything you wouldn’t want to do yourself if not for personal, arbitrary hurdles.”

“Ha!” I say. “No chicken noises from me!”

“Unless you secretly have always wanted to be a chicken!”

I roll my eyes, “Well we’ll see if you actually want to quit smoking or not, now won’t we.”

“I do, honest!” Ben, squints his eyes a bit when he thinks. “Actually, what happens if we both go under? Won’t he take us out of the trance before we can tell the other what to do?”

“Good point. I hadn’t thought of that…” Mainly because I knew that it wouldn’t work on me. “I guess if it does, we could rewatch it but one person covers their ears? I said it didn’t work on many people so I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Oh, he’s starting!”

The narrator started to describe a beach scene, which I’d heard all before. Instead of visualizing the beach I tried to look at Ben with my peripheral vision. If the hypnosis worked on him, I’d have to pause the video after this part and try my hand at suggestion. If it didn’t, my plan was to make him think it worked on me. From there, who knows what would happen.

As the narrator continued with the scene, Ben was definitely concentrating. His eyes were squinting and he was staring at the TV, but I couldn’t tell if it was actually working or not.

Finally, when the scene was finished and the narrator started to give queues on how the viewer should start relaxing more, and saying thank you more, and enjoying life more, Ben spoke up.

“I guess it is bologna.”

Well shit. Okay, Plan B. I continued to stare at the TV and ignore Ben’s statement.

“Hey, you ‘there’?”

Still nothing from me. I wasn’t an actor by any means but sitting still and staring at a TV was a pretty easy role.

“I know you’re fucking with me.” Does he? Or is that just what anyone would say in this situation. I continued to ignore him. Ben got up from his chair but I couldn’t turn to watch what he was doing while staying in character. Suddenly the documentary was muted, close to the time where the guy was about to bring the viewer back to reality.

Ben came back and sat his chair in front of mine.

“Can you hear me?”

Okay, now the real acting begins. “Yes.” I tried to not sound like a zombie which I’ve seen some stereotypical hypnosis crap that goes too far with it. Instead I just acted calm and relaxed. Like I was getting a massage with his words.

“Are you hypnotized?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t think so.” Would I have been aware of my own hypnosis if I were?

“Hmm. Bark like a dog.”

Really, Ben? The narrator made it very clear that I wouldn’t do things I didn’t want to do. How do I steer him towards the right answer?

“I don’t want to.” I said back to him.

“Ugh. Are you fucking with me, man?”

“I don’t think so.” I say back.

I can see his wheels turning, trying to figure out how to see if I’m really hypnotized but coming up blank.

“How do you feel?” He finally asks.

Okay, I can work with this. Let’s see…

“Relaxed. A little warm.”

“Warm, huh?”

Come’on! Take the bait, Ben!

He mulls it over. We’re at my house, just us, so there’s really no risk here Ben.

“Take off your pants then.”

“Wha..” I catch myself. I honestly was expecting my shirt as the toe-in-the-water move but he skipped some steps and it caught me off guard. Quickly, I realize he’s testing me. My shirt might have been too easy. Although, still. You start here?

“You said you’re warm. Taking off your pants would help cool you down.”

I’m looking at him and he has a devilish grin. It’s totally a test. Well fuck you Ben. I’m going to win this game one way or another.

I stand up. “You’re right. It would.” I try to keep a calm in my voice even though I’m excited and nervous. Unbuckling my belt was easy and I just as quick popped the four buttons on my jeans and shimmied them down my legs. I stepped out of them, kicked them to the side of the living room, and sit back down.

“Better?” Ben asks timidly.

“I think so.”

I can’t just answer yes or else where would he go with this. Sitting there in my boxer briefs and t-shirt probably would have made me a teeny chilly but my blood is pumping so fast. The heat from the moment is rising to my face and I can tell it’s about to run somewhere else if I don’t pull it together.

“Well you could always lose the shorts too.”

Here we go.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I reply. I’m supposed to be more liberated and suggestible but not a zombie. I figured I can’t give my underwear up so easily.

“Why not?”

“Well, you’re here. I haven’t been naked in front of you before.”

“But you’ve thought about it, right?”

Shit, now we’re adding truths into these dares? Well, honesty’s the best policy.

“Yes.”

“How often?” 

“How often have I thought about being naked in front of you?”

“Yeah. Do you think about that a lot?”

“Probably once a week or so,” I sheepishly reply.

Ben laughs. “Once a week?! I know you think I’m hot but we need to find you a boyfriend.”

I just sit there awkwardly. I’m not sure what I should do next.

“Well now’s your chance. I don’t mind. Get comfortable.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Ben sits back on the chair near me, reclines, and raises his hands behind his head. “Positive.”

Standing up again, I know I can’t hesitate. It’s like I’m standing at the edge of a cliff. I want to peer over, to second guess myself, but any hesitation may give up my act and I want to see where this ends.

With a quick, surgical motion I push my briefs down to the floor where they pool at my ankles. I fight the urge to cover myself as Ben stares at my cock. It’s barely hard, hanging limp at probably 4 inches.

Ben had never seen my penis before now. I’d seen his butt a couple times when he’s mooned the guys as a joke and caught most of his pubes one night when his shorts sagged too much, but he’s never seen anything on my that I can remember. And now here he is, staring at my exposed cock just a few feet from him.

I sit back down but keep my legs spread to reiterate how comfortable I am now. I decide to sigh to clear the silence and reaffirm that.

“Hmm. This feels good.” I say.

Ben clears his throat and looks up at me. I can tell he’s working out the odds. He’s wondering if I just showed him my cock as a joke, to try and catch him doing something he shouldn’t or if I really am under some sort of spell. Then again, if I was just trying to catch him doing something gay he already got me naked. I guess he could say he was just doing that to test my limits though.

Again, he just stares into my eyes, then to my cock, then to my eyes. “Are you fucking with me?” he finally asks.

“No, why?”

I can see his eyebrows furrow as he directs his eyes at my cock. I pretend to not pick up on the gesture and he leans his head back like he can’t believe this.

He finally stands up and walks over towards me. My heart’s going a mile a minute when he reaches out to me, and grabs the remote. He rewinds the documentary back to where the hypnotist starts attempting to put the audience under.

“Watch this.” He tells me.

I obey, and rewatch the segment. I’m not sure what he had in mind but I decided to assume he thought watching it again would put me deeper under or something. Hedging on that bet, I begin to act more lethargic and bit more zombie like. It’s actually easier to act that way then just calm believe it or not.

Once the hypnotist gets to the commands, Ben mutes it and makes up some of his own rules.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes.” I say, super monotone.

“You are hypnotized.” Kinda breaking the 4th wall there, Benny. “You are feeling very compliant and will do whatever people tell you to do, whether you want to or not.”

“I will.”

“Now bark.”

I bark.

“Take off your shirt.”

I do.

I’m sitting there now, completely naked, with Ben standing over me. I’ve since chubbed up a bit but still probably only 5 inches, not my full 7.

“Fuck this…” Ben says under his breath.

I can tell he’s really struggling with his decisions. It didn’t occur to me that he’s probably not weighing the chance that this is a rouse but instead the consequence of what he’s thinking of doing to me. If only I could tell him nothing was off limits.

“Unbutton my pants.”

My eyes definitely widened. I looked up to him but thank God he’s looking up at the ceiling, like he can’t look at me do what he just told me to do.

I don’t want him to retract it though so like the good little, naked zombie I am, I reach for his jeans. Ben’s not wearing a belt so I simply unbutton the first button. His jeans have a zipper and I decide to be literal with his command and stop. Sitting there obediently.

“Fuck. Take my jeans off.”

Thank you. I reach back for his zipper and pull it down slowly. His jeans are a bit baggy even though he’s more built than I am, so they fall to the floor. His boxer briefs are gray, and boring. Probably from a Hanes pack or something. However, they’re not baggy and I get my first good look at Ben’s bulge.

It’s huge, in my opinion. It’s hard to make out what’s cock and what’s balls but it’s hefty.

I instinctively lick my lips but Ben must have looked back down to me. “You want that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“How bad?”

“More than anything.”

“Sniff it.”

Oh you kinky bitch. I lean in towards his package and take a whiff. He’s not super sweaty but the musk is undeniably incredible. In an instant I’m hard and my cock is bobbing between my legs. Ben notices.

“I guess you really do want it.”

I risk a bit but couldn’t help myself. When I take my next whiff I lightly press my nose against his cock bulge. My God I could cum right now.

“Do you want to see my dick?”

“Yes, Ben.”

“Take off my underwear.”

#hypnosis #tricked #enm #straight #aware

[rankdisasster]

the craft (1996)

“id love to see the craft made into a fic” requested by anonymous.

warnings: death, attempted noncon, alcohol

a/n: first movie-inspired fic of more to come. centered around Billy (Skeet Ulrich’s character) and the witchy stuff getting played on him as karma. highly recommend watching if you like cult classics!!

—

You could’ve guessed before even moving here that Hawkins was gonna be a fucking drag. The weather was gloomy, the air wasn’t fresh like you’re used to, and it was so uncomfortably quaint that it made you feel stranded and claustrophobic. You bit your nails the entire flight and even after landing, while the pouring rain soaked your clothes and drenched your hair when first stepping foot in the small town.

It was an especially frightening discovery after a gritty argument with your folks, spouting on about what a brat you’re turning out to be, how much of a disappointment you’re bound to become; so in the midst of a fit enraged, not moving from where you lay stubbornly on your bed with angry tears, you had accidentally slammed the door shut. After realizing what you’d done, curiosity had replaced vexation. Neither of your parents could call the cops or toss you in some looney bin, so you chose to avoid catastrophe by keeping it low and only using it if bored in private. It felt oddly empowering, treasuring the gift, but you’d never been compelled to use it for harm before.

After eating dinner with empty conversation and the only background noise being imaginary crickets and the rain, you’d excused yourself once your plate was wiped clean. Stomping back upstairs, ignoring any distasteful remarks aimed at your departure. You wondered that if the town sucked ass, then that meant school likely would too.

—

It wasn’t hard to see from a mile away that you did not come from nor belong here. Cliques scattered the halls, although this school surely isn’t as big as your last it still has its fair share. Jocks and douchebags, popular cheerleaders, edgy goths. Those titles never served to you, naturally feeling better going alone. Nobody tried approaching the new girl just to say hi or bother looking in your direction. That is until basic jock Billy Hargrove did with a mischievous smirk during lunch a couple tables away, noticing you’re all alone sipping on your school milk. With crass confidence in his stride, he makes his way over to you in the most dramatic, full-of-himself way as possible taking a seat across from yours.

“Lookin’ pretty lonely there, new girl. Y/N is it?” he raises one brow, not asking for permission before snaking Doritos from your lunchtray, chomping while maintaining a smug expression. You scoff before shoving the red bag of corn chips toward him.

“Help yourself. And yeah, that’s me. Who are you?”

Billy has taken the bag with a don’t mind if I do attitude, answering you with his mouth full while licking the stained nacho cheese off his fingertips. “Name’s Billy. So why you here all alone? Haven’t found your crowd yet, or you just a ‘fraidy cat?”

You roll your eyes before playing along with his stupid game. “Well Billy, I just moved here and haven’t talked to anyone besides my lunch buddy that just hogged my chips,” you snip, watching the cocky blonde tilt the bag up to his mouth to finish the rest of the crumbs at the bottom. When he’s done with that portion of your meal, he points to the carton of two percent.

“May I?”

“Nothing’s stopping you,” you bite with sarcasm. He chuckles at your obvious distaste but nevertheless resumed picking at your food and chugging a good amount of the dairy drink down.

“You owe me fifty cents, by the way.”

“Oh yeah? How ‘bout I repay you with a little somethin’ else instead,” he inched closer, the proximity allowing you the feeling of his breath fanning your cheek. You’d been rendered speechless, caught off guard with how shameless and flirtatious he turned. “I’ll repay you with a few pointers, what with you being a little newbie ‘round here. Sound good?” he finished, grinning at how tense and worked up he made you in seconds. “What is it, sweetheart? D’ya think I’d repay you with somethin’ else?” he snickered, taking your carton again and quenching his thirst, the white drips of milk falling down his chin.

“Nope. Just don’t give a shit about your advice,” you snap back into character, his arrogance provoking you to try using one of your little tricks; maybe make him stutter or choke just so he’ll leave you alone. But that would be breaking the rules, and you were strict against taking advantage of it to cause trouble.

“I’ll give it to you anyways. See, my crew over there thinks you’re pretty cute, so you could come around anytime you like. Definitely avoid those freaks over there,” he slyly nods his head over in the direction of two girls dressed in black, chainsmoking. “They won’t be too welcoming.”

“What’s up with them?” you hush inconspicuously, intridgued by their scandalous bravado. You could see yourself hanging out with them even if that meant disregarding all the misinformation Billy feeds you.

“See the little one on the left? That’s Nancy the Slut Wheeler. Nickname sorta explains itself. She fucked more than half the guys on my team and cheated on her long-term boy toy Harrington,” he explains, not shy about what’s coming out of his mouth no matter how derogatory or degrading. “Not speaking from experience or anything. And the bigger one is Robin Buckley, she’s a dyke.”

“Uh, okay. That all the dirt you got or what?”

“Nah, there’s more shit floatin’ around here about stuff they do. I’ve heard they’re into witchcraft, but I dunno if I believe that one.”

Now that snagged your attention, but you wouldn’t share a thing like that with a guy like Billy. “Anyway, thanks for sharing lunch, Y/N. Was a pleasure. You should come to my practice after school, we could have another fun little chat. Whaddya say?” he licks his lips, holding your stare to persuade you into visiting. “Please?”

You really could give a fuck about watching a bunch of sweaty guys toss and argue around a ball, no matter which sport, but it was hard to find courage to decline his pleading yet intimidating stare. “Maybe I’ll swing by,” you hesitate, earning an enthusiastic holler out of Billy before he gets up from your table and makes a pit stop near you for a moment to whisper in your ear.

“Really looking forward to it, new girl.”

Successfully hiding your hot cheeks as he pats your back, sending a wink over his shoulder before heading back to his circle of friends not-so-subtly watching. When the bell rings to signal lunch’s end, Nancy and Robin catch your eye, ashing their cigarettes, fixating on you. Flustered from getting caught, you quickly snatch your lunchtray and dump whatever’s left in the trash, hanging your head low as you make your way to your next class.

—

Biology class was humiliating. After approaching Nancy and Robin about a group project assigned on your first day, Robin gawked as Nancy glared without a yes or a no about letting you join them. It was a long shot anyways. While awkwardly nodding as they both continuously stare you down, you shuffle to the very back of the classroom. With nothing better to do, thinking no one was paying attention, you flick your pencil in the air, making it stand as your hands stay in your lap. Moments later, getting lost in thought about Billy, wondering what his intentions were, how you were ever gonna fit in here; Robin witnesses the unworldly telekinetic party trick. Her mouth hangs in awe, not believing she allowed Nancy to bully her into rejecting you.

“You don’t know what you’re even talking about,” Nancy argues, popping her chewing gum as she gazes in the bathroom mirror and applies another sloppy smear of eyeliner.

Robin’s scoff is followed by a sigh before turning Nancy away from her reflection. “I know what I saw! She can... do things. Like with her mind. She’s our third, I know it,” the girl vigorously nods her head. Nancy remained unconvinced but decides to give in if it’ll shut her dimwit of a best friend the fuck up.

“Fine, okay! We’ll talk to her after school, see what happens. You better not be fucking with me on this. We don’t need any incidents happening because you’re seeing things that aren’t there,” Nancy stares her down like a wolf threatening to attack, eyeballing the taller girl with satisfaction as she gulps submissively.

—

You decided there was nothing better to do than make an appearance at Billy’s basketball practice after school. As he dribbles the ball and taunts his opponents, he spots you from afar and takes his attention off the game and momentarily directs it towards you instead. With a wink, he sticks his tongue out teasingly before taking his tank top off and giving one of his teammates a high five. While lost in the dance of seduction with Billy, you neglect to notice the presence of two girls lingering behind you.

“He’s not actually into you, you know.”

Snapping your head back in shock, you recover from the cheap scare before identifying the voice as Nancy Wheeler. The one Billy had accused of being the school’s slut. Right beside her stands Robin, not looking quite as vicious as her partner in crime. Robin, the significantly gentler and taller one, gives you a warmer greeting of a wave and a tight smile. Billy said that she was the infamous “dyke.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, not easily trusting her word but also not believing Billy’s rumors either. Nancy looks over to the court where Billy skips around effortlessly, making a basket for his team and earning praise and applause from his coach.

“He did the same thing to me. See, first he’ll try talking you into sucking him off, then when that doesn’t work he begs you to fuck him. Says all the right things, you’re beautiful Nancy, please baby, I won’t tell anyone if you just come sit on my cock. Then after you tell him you’re still not ready, he tells the whole school you did it anyway. Makes shit up to impress people.” Nancy bites as-a-matter-of-factly, nodding over in Billy’s direction on the court. Billy, busily unaware of being your topic of conversation, jukes an opponent and snatches the ball, slamming the weaker boy down to the ground with a snap of his body being thrown to the ground. You tightened your hold on your schoolbag not knowing who to believe anymore. Hearing one thing and then another gave you a fucking headache.

“Look, it’s not— I’m not even here for him. It’s not what it looks like,” you stammer as Nancy raises her brow with dubiousness. She cracks a salty grin at you then turns to the boys playing on the court.

“Go Billy! Score that basket, baby!” Nancy shouts with manic laughter, sickly happy when the distraction disrupts his focus, causing him to lose the ball and get shoved backwards by another opponent. Nancy turns and slowly struts closer, sitting on the bleachers and leaning over to whisper in your ear with a ruthless ball of hate gleaming her eye. “He’s a jerk. I’d stay away if I were you.”

With that, she jumps off the bleachers and orders Robin to follow. The taller girl weakly smiles again as you sit and stare as they exit the gym and light a smoke outside. Billy watches them leave and huffs, jogging over.

“Hey. Thought I advised you to not hang around them,” he tisks, spreading his legs before pouring a cup of water down his chin to cool off. You blush and look the other way, clearing your throat.

“I wasn’t. They just sorta came and started talking to me,” you mutter with an attitude.

Billy scoots impossibly closer and fixes a stray hair dangling in front of your face, petting your cheek as if you were a child. “Well, don’t believe whatever shit comes from her fat mouth, alright?”

“Um— okay I guess.”

“That’s a good girl. Glad you came, by the way. Wanna gimme your number so we could do this somewhere a little more private, hm?” he beckons, taking another generous swallow to quench his thirst while holding your stare. You’re stunned and backed into a corner again to comply, nodding while grabbing a pen from your bag. Billy holds out his palm and nods to the pen in your hand, encouraging you to get writing. You waver another moment, unsure if it’s smart getting involved, before saying fuck it and writing the ten digits on his palm. Billy’s name gets shouted from his coach, breaking the thick tension that grew as the moments wore on. He yells back that he needed a quick break before blowing you a kiss. After tossing himself off the bleachers and getting back in the game, he stares down at his hand where the black smudged writing is and smirks, looking up only to find that you’re already gone.

—

“Almost didn’t think you’d answer, maybe gave me a phony number or you’d be with those weirdos again,” Billy snorts, bottlecap flying before handing a beer over. You chuckle uneasily before accepting the beverage, tasting the warm mediocrity before swallowing. It didn’t take long for him to call, now being week two attending Hawkins High. His choice of setting for this “date” was a rooftop of some dark building, stars out and streetlights being the only source of light. Billy’s arm has wrapped around you as you both sip on the beer he provided, an awkward silence suffocating the air.

When the blonde got bored, he’d started trailing his fingers down your back, tiptoeing them teasingly awaiting your reaction. When he gets nothing but you stiffening up, he swoops down to devour your neck, feeling you tilt your head for him to give more. Jackpot. His wandering tongue sucks a deep purple mark as his grabby hands reach to grope you through your bra, making you gasp and feel dumbfounded on what to do and what to say.

“Billy, I don’t think—“

“Mm, what is it new girl? You want more, don’t you?” he mumbles in your neck, then gets greeted by the feeling of blue balls and disappointment when instead of coming closer, you pull away. He scoffs and sits up, straightening himself out.

“I’m just not ready for... that. Sorry,” you weakly apologize, outrageously uncomfortable by the invasion of space and feeling wrong when you notice the growing tent in his jeans. “Are you... like, mad or something?”

Billy sighs, humiliated by your rejection that poked a hole in his ego. He won’t give up on his conquest that easy.

“C’mon, beautiful, not like I’ll tell anyone. We could just have a little fun—“

“No, I-I really gotta go. But I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

Billy glares at the ground, kicking a rock by his feet in annoyance before rolling his eyes. Guess he’ll just have to improvise instead when he brags to the boys tomorrow.

“Yeah, fine.”

—

The next day, sly comments were thrown at you before first period started. He didn’t talk to you at all like usual, your classmates whispering and giggling about the alleged “fun” you shared with Billy the jock Hargrove. Dirty details travelled around locker rooms, even raunchy ones about you supposedly riding him in the backseat of his car calling him “daddy.” He threw in another lie that you asked him to slap you in the face as he fucked you. The purple splotch he sucked on your neck didn’t help defend yourself.

“Hey, Billy!”

The jock turns away from the boisterous crowd that had worshipped him all day. Once he catches your eye he whispers to a boy next to him, whatever secret so hilarious that he clutched his stomach and snorted when Billy finished. He swiftly strolls over to you and folds his hands, faking formality with a plastic smile.

“Yes, new girl?”

“I wanna know why you said that stuff about me. You damn well know we didn’t do anything! How could you?” you whisper-shout, feeling disgusted and violated. Billy snorts a laugh and regains his composure a second later as if all this is some comedy sketch.

“Oh yeah? Really, new girl, I’d love to do it again sometime. Truly... I just don’t like sloppy seconds. You were great though, I had— nah, Daddy sure had a blast. But we’re done here.” Billy pats your head with mockery before strolling over to his circle of friends without a care in the world.

“You know what? Fuck you. Next time I’ll charge a buck an inch, make it cheap.” you spit, barely making it to the bathroom to scurry and wipe the tears desperately spurting from your eyes. You crawled to the corner of the washroom and hugged yourself, quieting down when you hear footsteps inching closer before entering. It was Nancy and Robin.

“Can’t say we didn’t warn you —“

“I know I should have listened to you guys. But now I wanna fuck with this bastard.”

—

Lovespells don’t take much, and the rumors were true. The Bitches of Eastwick had let you in, only took more convincing of your worthiness to Nancy, but she warmed up to you. When she saw what you could do she had to give Robin credit, you truly were their third. And finally, you’d been put in a place you genuinely belonged.

“Is he— is he staring still? What’s he doing now?”

“He’s totally still watching you. Holy shit Y/N, it’s working, I can tell!” Robin whispers as she muffled her laugh with the back of her hand, seeing how Billy couldn’t take his eyes off you longer than five seconds even in the middle of a lecture. As the bell rang, you and Robin gathered up your things to meet Nancy for next period. Billy wasn’t far behind, trying and failing to remain inconspicuous as he followed you.

“He’s behind us.”

“What?”

“Look out.” Right on cue, Billy pushed you and Robin apart to make room for himself while tripping over his shoelaces.

“Uh, hey Y/N,” the boy gulps, scratching the back of his neck, seeing his posse from afar giving him a “what the fuck” look. He flips them off and rubs his hand over your back. “I just wanted to, yunno, apologize for that shit I said. I feel real bad ‘cause you didn’t deserve it. You deserve a gentleman and I can be that for you now,” he explains, blocking your way. His eyes are void of hate or ridicule, instead swirling with awe and devotion as he bit his lip awaiting your forgiveness. You pretend to think, giving his head a noogie like an obedient pet, then grant a forgive-and-forget.

“It’s cool. Maybe tell your friends later that you’re a lying sack of shit, but for now, carry these books for me and my friend?”

He nods vigorously like a soldier eager to please, graciously taking your heavy books from you and Robin and stacking them in his arms. “Of course, Y/N. Anything in the world. Um, do you think I could sit with you in math?”

—

Billy had no fucking clue what happened to him, but he wholeheartedly couldn’t find it in him to even pay it a speck of attention. It didn’t bother him that nothing gave him any pleasure nor satisfaction anymore, the world shrinking to this dead, lifeless black and white, the only light and color he could see that brought joy was her. He could die just feeling her in his arms and he wouldn’t be sad. With complete and utter tunnel vision blocking him from surroundings, everyday he devoted himself to any task she wanted, even pathetically following her and her friends to the girls’ bathroom. He got in deep shit from the entire female staff, but he remained indifferent.

If she said jump, Billy asked how high. If she wanted him to braid her fucking hair, he’d learn fast and make sure it was done thoroughly and flawlessly. Billy was touch starved, weak, losing sight of everyone else around him. No more charming girls into bed, no more basketball wins for the team, his only purpose being solely Y/N’s love or validation. All priorities from the past drastically altered, but there were no second thoughts. No questions, just wants. Needs. The power she held over him was substantial and beautifully overbearing, like black magic or something.

Weeks after the spell kicked in, she now sits in his Camaro with her feet on the dash as Black Sabbath roars from the speakers. No complaints were heard on his end when you demanded he change the music, happily turning it to your favorite station. You plop a sucker in your mouth, tasting the cherry red flavoring before patting Billy’s head and calling him a good boy. Billy blushed and leaned into your touch, pulling over by the pier and shutting the car off.

“You don’t even know what’s happening, do you?” she asks with a laugh. He joins her even though he wasn’t aware of what’s funny. But he finds her delightful, so anything she does or anywhere she goes, he follows.

“No. No I don’t, but it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters. Just you and me,” he promises, playing with a strand of her hair before leaning in. He missed her candy-tasting lips when she turns her head, then feels something in his stomach churn after getting denied her kiss.

“Tough luck, champ. I don’t want that from you, just wanted to talk.”

Talk? Billy recoiled, clenching his fists at his sides. Something inside him is intensifying, he just doesn’t know what. Before he knows what’s happening, he’s shaking, burning with a need that feels so close yet so far. There’s no control stopping it.

“I mean, do you even eat or sleep anymore? It’s pathetic. This should be wearing off soon...” she trailed off, watching the waves crash at a distance.

“I won’t fucking eat or fucking sleep until I get what’s mine, you understand? I don’t care about anything else. I just wanna... why won’t you hold me?” he implored, yanking the collar of her shirt so she’s closer to his lips. It almost feels too good to be true.

“Stop! Jesus, I didn’t mean for it to go this far! You’re under a spell, you jackass, now let me go!” she squeals, punching his chest. Billy ignores it, that indifference coming back. He reached for his belt when he thinks he has her where he wants her but gets stopped by a righteous kick to the crotch, making him howl in anger.

“Goddammit!” the boy whined, cradling himself through his jeans from the excruciating pain.

“Stay the hell away, you hear me? Don’t ever come near me or my friends again,” she threatens, exiting the vehicle before stomping away. Billy scrubs the tears off his face and punched the steering wheel with miserable frustration.

—

“He... he grabbed me. Wouldn’t let go this time,” you gulp, feeling the ghost of his frighteningly tight grip pulling you. Steam shoots from Nancy’s ears as Robin takes comfort and asks if you’re okay. Nancy has already stirred up a plan for revenge as she flips through the pages of spells, searching for the perfect one.

“Nance, what are you doing?” you ask with reluctance, knowing it isn’t anything good.

“We need to make him pay. He was gonna hurt you, case you forgot. Hargrove’s always been a goddamn scumbug, but he tried fucking you without your permission and he won’t get away with it this time.”

—

Billy gulps the last of the beer from the solo cup and belches, eyes half-lidded and bloodshot. They widen a bit when he spots Nancy enter the house party. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you again, and if he has to talk to your leech of a best friend, so be it. The blonde seeks Nancy upstairs and follows her to a vacant room.

“Where is she?” he demands lazily, eyes faltering once again as he loses balance and falls to the bed back first. He gets comfy with the beer nestled in his grip, still expecting her to give him insight on your disappearance.

“How cute. Miss tormenting your little wife, don’tcha, hot stuff?” Nancy mocks, crawling over to where he lays on the bed and trailing two fingers over his crotch. Billy reacts with stealth, disgusted as he roughly shoved her hand away.

”Don’t. I’m warning you,” he threatens. “Tell me where the fuck Y/N is. I need, I need to talk to her—“

“I’m not telling you shit! She doesn’t want you, understand? You meant nothing to her this whole time. She used you.” Nancy laughs and points her finger at him. Billy rolled his eyes, calling bullshit. You wouldn’t do a thing like that, not in a million years. This is typical Slutty Wheeler, throwing tantrums because she couldn’t get a taste of his dick anymore.

Nancy’s blood boiled, veins popping out of her forehead; on the verge to end this already. But she has to fuck with him like he fucked with her first. The teenage girl burns with hostility as she recalls the spell, working her magic. She runs her hands over her face as it morphs into yours. She takes a look in the mirror and finds your eyes staring at her reflection. With a sick, evil smile, she gets back on the bed and runs her hands down Billy’s chiseled chest, feeling him jump until he sees your face. He gasps, too dumb from the spell and drunk from the liquor to realize he was being tricked again.

“Baby, I’ve missed you so damn much,” he mumbles to who he thinks is you, unbuttoning Nancy’s shirt and kissing every inch of skin he sees. She moans in ecstasy, laughing at how fucking easy he is, then sticks her tongue down Billy’s throat. They were all over eachother for another twenty minutes until a furious knock interrupts.

It’s you and Robin.

“What the fuck?” Billy wipes his mouth of Nancy’s spit then throws himself off the bed in a hurry. Her spell wore off, now changing back to her usual self, giving Billy a playful wave.

“You’re — you’re a witch! They were right!” Billy stutters, his world turning upside down making him sick to his stomach.

“They usually are,” she shrugs.

“Nancy, you got what you wanted. He’s freaked out, now let’s go.” you ordered, the guilt eating you alive. Nancy doesn’t stop.

“Your lover’s a witch too, yunno. The only reason you’re obsessed with her is cause we cast a spell on you. But that’s why I’m here, helping you forget.”

Billy’s chest heaved up and down rapidly, shaking his head, sobering up. “No. No, she didn’t — she wouldn’t do that,” he denies, sweat gathering on his forehead and heart hammering fast.

”NANCE! This is fucking over! Now let’s go!” you beg, loathing his puppy-dog eyes. Robin stands frozen beside you, knowing how unpredictable Nancy got when she’s angry.

“You’re just jealous.”

Robin gulps and closes her eyes, knowing that’ll set her off.

“Jealous?” Nancy emphasized, preying onto the boy as he backs away. “You’re Y/N’s servant. You barely fucking exist to me. This whole time you’ve treated girls like whores, but you’re the whore!” she cries, feet lifting off the ground, towering over him as he backs further towards the window. Billy’s beyond petrified now, weeping quietly as he dares try calling for help.

“I-I’m sorry, Nance. You know I didn’t mean it. I liked you last year, but— but I’m in love with her now, and I’m sorry!”

His sorry ass apology does nothing besides push the last of her buttons, feeding into her wrath.

“Did you hear that, Y/N? He says he’s sorry! Oh, what a shame we have to kill him, ‘cause at least he’s sorry!” Nancy claws are her hair, spinning back and fourth, screaming nonsense as Billy pleads and holds his hand out to you.

“Who’s it gonna be, Y/N? This rapist scumbag slut, or your friend that took you in when you were a nobody?”

Tears of your own had escaped, mortified by how escaladed things have become. You shook your head helplessly, holding onto Robin for safety. There was no stopping her now. Like a wave from a natural disaster, Nancy thrusts her arms in the air and hurls the boy out the window with God-like force. You’ll never forget the sounds of his cry for help on the way down and the SPLAT when his body hit the pavement. Nancy lets out a sigh of relief as if a long day’s work is finally over, and wipes the sweat beading off her forehead. She turns to you and Robin after catching her breath.

“What’re you staring at, guys? C’mon, let’s find Robin a girlfriend next.”

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my first whack at a horror-ish/thriller instead of drama/romance. I freaking LOVE this movie, def go check it out if you haven’t cause there’s a lot more plot I left out. thaaaank you all, I’ll be starting the next movie fic soon !:)

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