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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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Friends With Benefits Part 2

P1 P3 P4 P5 P6

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: You and Matt are best friends, who occationaly have sex on the low. No string attached, just sex. Well, just sex for him. Little did he know you were falling in love and falling fucking fast.

warnings: smuttttt👏 drinking, partying, cursing

heres part two, love you all

xoxo, Autumn

"Plan?" Lucy asked as she peered into my mirror. I looked at her through the mirror. "Talk to Matt" I stated, finishing my mascara. "And?" She asked. "And tell him how I'm feeling" I said back. She nodded.

"And If he doesn't want to make you more than a hookup?" She asked, making my anxiety spark. I bit my lip and looked down. "Y/n" She stated warningly. "I end it" I said softly. She smiled and fixed the hair in front of my face. "You look pretty" She said before turning and walking over to her closet.

The worst part is I knew he didn't want more. He made it pretty clear at the beginning. I don't know why he would change his mind now. He wouldn't. I know he wouldn't. So I knew it could potentially be the end. I could have kissed him for the last time yesterday and didn't even know it. My hands shook as I picked up my lipstick.

"You can do this" Lucy said turning around. I nodded. I knew I could do it, physically. It might rip me to shreds, but the words could come out of my mouth.

"Look in the mirror now I'm just a Jigsaw"

After last night, I realized a lot of things. I was killing myself. Slowly and surely.

"All I did just to make you happy. Still you don't even fucking love me, Jigsaw, Jigsaw, Jigsaw, Jigsaw. Killing parts of myself just to fit you-"

I heard the song skip, making me turn around to see Lucy looking up at me with my phone in her hand. "Hey" I whined looking at her. "Stop listening to Conan Gray" she said looking over at me. I frowned as I heard a text notifcation come through my phone. She looked down at my phone in her hand.

I stood up off the chair and she glanced at me. "Was it Matt?" I asked. She looked back down at the phone. She sighed scrolling.

"He asked what time you were gonna be there, said he's waiting for you" She said looking up at me. I smiled. "Don't smile" She snapped. I dropped my smile. "Let me see it" I said walking over and taking my phone.

From: Matt Stromboli 10:01 pm

When are you gonna be here? All these people r lame, i'm waitingggg

"Why is he name Stromboli?" She asked making me look up at her. I chuckled. "It's an inside joke" I explained, making her roll her eyes. I looked back down at my phone before typing back.

to: Matt Stromboli 10:03 pm

We are leaving now

I clicked off my phone and looked up at her. "What?" I asked hiding a smile. She shook her head and left the room.

"Ooo what about that one?" She asked pointing to the third guy of the evening. I glared at her. "No. Lucy stop" I said harshly. She frowned at me. "You're allowed to hook up with other people y/n/n" She whispered to me.

"I don't want to" I snapped, but sighing. She looked over at me. "Sorry I just-" I stopped. "I'm sorry" I whispered. She shook her head. "No you're okay. It's a big night" She said and I nodded swallowing the lump in my throat. I scanned over the party, seeing a few familar faces across the room, but not the one I wanted to see.

"Break your neck a little harder why don't you?" She whispered over to me. I hit her arm. She held her hands up. "Let's go get a drink" She said. I shook my head. "No, I don't wanna drink" I said looking over at her. She sighed. "It might make this night easier for you" She said standing in front of me.

"You're acting like I'm breaking up with him Luce" I said furrowing my eyebrows. She stopped closing her eyes. "Is that not what you're doing?" She asked. i swallowed looking down. "I-"

"Hey guys"

We snapped our head to see Nick and Chris walking up to us. I smiled at their presence. "Hey" I breathed back. Nick looked over at Lucy. "Nice to see you again Luce" Nick smiled. She nodded and smiled.

"The party sucks" Chris sighed bringing the cup in his hand up to his mouth. I pointed to the cup in his hands. "Pepsi" He said smiling. I nodded, chuckling. "Could have guessed" I smiled and he nodded.

"Oh Matt was looking for you, but...I don't know where he went" He said looking around the room. I shook my head waving him off. "It's fine" I said quietly. Nick looked at me for a second and then to Lucy.

"Are you guys coming to our birthday party next weekend?" He asked looking at Lucy. She nodded smiling and then looked over at me. "Actually y/n might have something come up, she doesn't know yet" Lucy said looking over at me. They both glanced over at me. My face went white and I looked at Lucy, who raised her eyebrows.

"You're gonna miss it?" Chris asked. I looked back at Chris. "I-I don't know yet. It just depends on the um-" I glanced at Lucy. "The um outcome...of the new project I just sent in with the-um executive" I coughed looking at them. Chris raised his eyebrows. "That sounded like a bunch of fancy words I didn't understand" Chris smiled shaking his head.

"Executive and project aren't big words hun" Nick leaned into Chris. Nick looked over to me. "I hope you can make it" He nodded before walking off with Chris. I smiled as they walked away. I turned to Lucy once they were out of view.

"What the hell was that?" I whispered at her. She held her hands up. "I don't know! I panicked! What if it goes south tonight? Do you really want to go to their birthday?" She asked. I sighed and looked down. She was right. I hated how she was right. I closed my eyes before looking back up at her.

"Or it could go amazing?" I said unconvincing. She sighed looking at me with a small frown. "Right" She nodded. "It could" She said smiling sadly at me, like she felt sorry for me, putting her hand on my arm. I bit my lip and looked to the side blinking back to Lucy. Wait. I took a double take looking to the side again to see what my eye just caught.

I felt my heart clench. My mouth parted as I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?" Lucy asked looking to the side and seeing what I saw. Matt was leaned up against the wall talking to one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. She was short, skinny, blonde, fucking perfect. She laughed and he smiled down at her as they spoke. I swallowed. She pointed to his arm and he held out his arm, showing off this tattoos. She traced one with her fingers.

Lucy looked back at me as I continued to look at them, my heart breaking at the sight. "Y/n/n? Are you okay?" She asked softly. I forced myself to tear my eyes away to look back at her. I forced a smile on my face nodding quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be? I totally...cool" I said my voice hitching at the last word. She frowned at me.

"It's okay. It's okay" I said shaking my head. I don't know if I was trying to convince her or myself. She closed her eyes sighing. "Maybe-"

"There you are"

My head snapped at the voice. Matt smiled down at me and I felt my heart drop at the sight of him. I forced a smile up at him. He glanced over to Lucy. "Lucy, how are you?" He asked tuning towards her. She crossed her arms raising one eyebrow at him. I winced and looked down silently begging her to play nice.

"I'm fine, Matthew" She stated. He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced back over to me. "Okay" he chuckled. "How are you?" He asked quieter looking down at me. I smiled. "I'm good" I said softly. He smiled down at me. "Good" He whispered, his eyes scanning my body. "You look good" He said making me smile and look down.

Lucy cleared her throat making us look over at her, breaking me out of my trance he had over me. She smiled sarcastically at me. I took a breath in looking back at Matt.

"Can we talk?" I asked hestitantly. He smiled. "Yeah" He nodded. He pointed behind us. "Do you want to talk upstairs?" He asked his eyes scanning my face. I just looked at him for a second. Lucy cleared her throat again. I looked over at her as Matt's eyes stayed on my face. She shook her head profusely. I looked back at Matt, who was waiting for an answer.

"Um, Outside maybe?" I asked looking up at him. That's populated right? He turned around looking at the backdoor. "Yeah, is everything okay? Did someone bother you?" He asked softly. Lucy started coughing making me breath in.

"Wow Luce sounds like somethings in your throat. Maybe you should get some water" I said glaring over at her. Matt glanced over at her. She pushed her tonuge to the side of her mouth before clicking her tongue. "Fine" She said suddenly walking away. I watched as she walked away, before turning back to Matt who's eyes were trained on me.

"You guys still fighting?" He asked. I shook my head. "No, I don't know why she's acting like that" I let out a nervous laugh. He looked at me for a second. "Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded. "Alright, well let's go" He smiled turning and walking towards the backdoor. I followed him with my head down.

Think y/n think. What are you going to say to him?

He held the door open for me as I walked out into the cool air. I let out a breath as I glanced around. Not a single person was outside. I slightly cursed myself. I turned around and Matt met me halfway, grabbing ahold of my waist and tracing my cheek with his other hand. I took it a breath, looking up at him. His blue eyes staring down at with a look of endearment.

"You seem tense. What's going on?" He asked softly looking down at my eyes. "I-I-" I stuttered not being able to now focus on my surroundings or my thoughts, only him as he stared down at me. He smiled slightly.

"You're nervous, I've never seen this part of you" He said tracing his thumb over my lip. I swallowed. He leaned down whispering in my ear, feeling his hot breath apose to the cold air around us.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked softly against my ear, his voice shooting down straight between my legs. I leaned my head back slightly, with unsteady breaths. I couldn't bring myself to answer. He kissed my neck softly and slowly, very slowly, making my eyes shutter close. Thoughts y/n, thoughts. What were you going to say?

He pulled his head back and looked at me. "Hm?" he asked. I just blinked at him. He looked down between us, tracing the lining on my dress slightly. "This dress is nice" He whispered looking up at me. "It is?" I asked blinking at him. He nodded. "It is" He smiled slightly, before leaning down and connected our lips. I kissed him back, almost letting go of a breath I was holding. I moved my arms to lock behind his neck. He pulled me by my waist against him, while pulling my lower lip in between his teeth, making me moan slightly. I felt him smile against my mouth.

I pulled back and dropped my arms, but he still stayed pressed against me.

"Matt" I stated looking at him, the blue in his eyes now practically gone. "What?" He asked smiling. I swallowed looking at the door, knowing anyone could walk out at any moment. I couldn't think. Think. Think.

"How was your day?" I blurted out. He smiled closing his eyes slightly before opening them again. "It was good" He nodded, running his hands down my sides. I nodded. "Good" I whispered back, not breaking eye contact. "How was your day?" He asked softly. I sighed. "Long" I stated. He nodded.

"You had a long day?" He asked looking down at my lips. "Mhm huh" I nodded, my heart beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry. Can I make it better?" He asked blinking. "I uh-" I swallowed as he started to slide the end of my dress up ever so slightly with his finger. He looked up at me. "Hm?" He asked, pushing it higher. I held my head back, before snapping it back up.

"Matt the door" I whispered. He turned and looked at the door, before pulling me over to the side of the house, out of view quicker than I could realize what was happening, as if I was weightless. "This better?" He asked raising his eyebrows as he pressed me against the wall. I swallowed as he pushed up the end of my dress completely at my hips. I looked to the side, letting out a breath. I felt his finger trace the lace of my underwear, painfully slowly. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wall.

"So worked up and I haven't even touched you" He whispered against my ear. I couldn't breath, just short breaths coming out of my mouth. Not one complete thought crossing my mind. All I could think about was how close his finger was to the place I wanted him, but would retract his finger back and forth away from it.

"Matt I have to talk to you" I said breathlessly. He hummed. "Okay" he said moving his fingers slightly over my folds over my underwear. Making me whine and lean my head against the wall. God this was torture in so many ways. "Matt" I breathed. He dipped his finger under the lace barley before retracting it, continuing to my hip tracing it with his fingertips.

"Yes princess, I'm listening" he stated as If we were just two people normally speaking to each other. "I-I wanted to talk about-" I started to say, my eyes snapped closed, head against the wall. "Look at me when you're talking to me" he said cutting me off. I sighed, opening my eyes and leaning to look at him. "Good girl" He whispered. He had a small smile on his face, his eye glued on mine, as if he were studying my every move, making my heart beat faster.

"The um-" I swallowed. He dipped his finger down again, under the lace rubbing his fingers back and forth over me feeling the coldness of his rings against my skin. I took in a sharp breath as I felt his fingers rub over me, slightly moving over nerves and then retract back down. I let out a soft moan.

"Spit it out princess" He said looking at me. I swallowed, trying to control my breath. "The-" I started but felt him dip one finger into me completely. I reached up, gripping his shoulder, leaning my head on the other. I let out a hard breath as he moved in and out of me very slowly. Painfully slow.

"The whaatt?" He sang softly. I lifted my head looking at him. He smiled down at me. He knew what he was doing. I let out a shaky breath. "The girl" I said quickly. Not what I wanted to talk to him about, but it was a start. How was I suppose to bring up us not just hooking up anymore with his fingers inside me?

He just looked at me, licking his lips. I felt him move his thumb over my nerves, back and forth slowly. I whined after each movement, leaning my head back feeling my knees start to shake. He's barley done anything and I can barely stand. I would die of embarssement but my mind was not thinking about that. I tried to get my mind under control.

"What girl?" He asked softly. I turned my head to look at the door and swallowed. "The one-" I started to say, but I felt his hand that was holding my hip come up to my face forcing me to look back at him. "I told you to look at me when you talk to me. Can you handle that or do I need to stop?" He asked speeding up his movements, then slowly back down almost completely stopping.

"No, no no.I can. I can I promise" I said looking at him, grabbing his shoulder. He smiled before speeding us his movements, making me moan again. "What girl Y/n?" he asked against my ear as his fingers moved inside of me. "Fuck" My voice broke. The girl the girl. What girl? My mind raced. I cleared my throat, blinking my eyes open at him.

"The one inside. The one- The one you were talking to" I said quickly getting the words out. He curled his fingers inside of me, making me whine and fall slightly. His hand grabbed my waist, pushing me up against the wall, holding me there. "Really? You want to talk about another girl when my fingers are inside you?" He asked chuckling. "Matt" I sighed, wanting him to take me seriously even though I was at his mercy.

"She's no one" he said as his thumb returned back to where it was before. My grip on his shoulder, moved to the arm that was at my waist, gripping his arm. "She's not you" He whispered before kissing my neck. My hand went up to the back of his neck as he bit down on my neck slightly. I let out a whimper as he left marks on my neck.

"Do you not want me to sleep with anyone else?" He asked against my ear. I shook my head, not being able to form words. He hummed. "Are you sleeping with anyone else?" He asked softly, speeding up his already fast movements. I let out a hard breath leaning my head on his shoulder and gripping his arm harder. He slowed down his movements.

"Are you?" He asked again. "N-No" I said quickly feeling his movements slow down. "Matt, you know I'm n-not. J-Just keep going, please." I breathed quickly. He smirked, returning his movement. He kissed over my face, softly. "You want me all to yourself don't you?" He whispered kissing my cheek and then the side of my face.

You have no idea.

"Don't you?" He asked again, moving his thumb faster. "Oh my God" I moaned digging my fingernails into his forearm. "Hm?" He hummed, pressing his forehead against mine, pushing my head up. "Yes" I breathed looking at him. He smiled as he connected our lips. I kissed him as I felt a build up in my stomach. He moved his fingers at and ungodly speed in and out of me while moving his thumb back and forth. I disconnected our lips and moaned, squeezing eyes closed. "Matt, Matt, Matt-" I said over and over.

"You can do it. You can take it, just let go." He said as the overstimulation washed over me. I whined gripping his arm. He curled his fingers in just the right spot over and over making me cry out. "Fuck-" I said breathless as I felt myself let go all over his fingers. I finally let out a deep breath, falling against the wall. He smiled as he pulled his fingers out of me completely. I fell forward, his arm catching my arm.

"I got you" he chuckled. I blinked my eyes open and looked at him. I stood up off the wall, feeling light headed. He looked at me as he stuck his fingers that were once inside of me into his mouth. He closed his eyes and hummed. I shook my head smiling and he smiled as he pulled my dress back down over my hips.

He reached up, brushing his fingers over my hair, fixing it. I just looked up at him as he focused on my hair. He smiled looking back down at my eyes. "All better" He smiled leaning down and kissing my forehead. Making me sigh and look down.

"We should go back inside. Lucy's probably looking for me" I said looking up at him and then starting to walk past him, but he grabbed my arm pulling me back in front of me. He looked down at me his hand still on my arm, but trailing down to my hand and interlocking our fingers. I looked down at our hands feeling my heart clench.

"Did me really talking to that girl make you upset?" he asked looking at me. I blinked down and then back up at him and I shrugged. "I don't know" I whispered. Yes. It made me want to die. He nodded looking down at me. He moved his thumb over my hand. "Okay" He breathed. "I won't talk to her anymore" he said quietly. I looked up at him, confusing on my face. This is what I was talking about.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" He asked looking down at me. I bit my lip and looked down. He reached up and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear and traced my jaw with his finger. "Hm?" He asked lifting my chin with his finger making me look at him.

"I know you're mad about the shirt thing" He said smiling. I rolled my eyes.

"Matt-"

I suddenly heard the door open and felt Matt drop my hand and looked over at the person. I glanced back down at our hands, watching him slide his back into his pockets. I looked up at him, hurt filling my face.

"Hey" Matt breathed walking away towards the door. I looked over and saw Lucy standing there looking at us. She glanced from Matt to me. "I was looking for you, I started to get worried" She said slowly glancing from Matt to me. I swallowed walking over to her after Matt.

"Well I'm here" I breathed looking at her. She looked up at Matt as he looked at her. "I'm gonna go find Chris and Nick, I'll text you" He said glancing back at me before opening the door and leaving Lucy and I out here. I swallowed looking back at Lucy, sighing as I saw her face. I tried to move past her, but she stood in front of me. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'll text you?" She quoted Matt. I sighed looking down. "Lucy-" I started. "I see no tears" She pointed at my face. I pursed my lips. "And you don't look happier either. So what the fuck happened?" She asked. I looked up.

"God Lucy can you give me a break?" I asked looking down at her. She scoffed looking to the side. Her eyes snapped back to be before walking up to me and pulling my dress strap back up to my collarbone. "There. Now people inside won't know you fucked out here" She smiled sarcastically. I looked down with a scoul on my face.

"We didn't fuck" I mumbled. She hummed. "We didn't" I said looking up at her. "Well I'm sure whatever you did, you really got the point across that you didn't wanna be fuck buddies anymore" She said raising her eyebrows and I sighed looking towards the door.

"Can we just go home?" I asked quietly. She let out a deep breath. "Yeah" She said quietly. "We can" She said, turning and walking towards the door. The loudness of the party came over me. I looked over to the kitchen and saw Matt talking to Chris and Nick, his eye shooting over to me. He smiled slightly, I just looked down at my feet as I left.

God I felt like shit.

I rubbed my eyes as I rolled over on my bed. I picked up my phone.

from Matt Stromboli 12:48am

Why did you leave so soon?

from Matt Stromboli 1:01 am

did you get home okay?

from Matt Stromboli 1:38 am

We all just left by the way

from Matt Stromboli 3:49 am

check your front door

I furrowed my eyes at the messages as my eyes scanned over the message. 'Check your front door'. I stood up off my bed and walked over to my door opening it and walking into the living room. I saw Lucy sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she saw me walk in.

"I was starting to think you were dead" Lucy said glancing up at me then back to her phone. I looked towards the front door. "Did...?" I breathed looking at the front door. Lucy looked up at me. "Did you hear someone knock on the door last night?" I asked looking back at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. She looked towards the door.

"Why?" She asked. I looked back to the door before turning and walking towards it quickly. "Y/n why?" She said sitting up and watching me as I unlocked the door. I opened it and looked down. I put my hand against my face and squeezed my eyes shut.

"You're kidding me" I said looking down. "What is it?" Lucy yelled from the couch. I bent down picking up a shirt. Matt's shirt. The one I was wearing when he asked me to give it back. I sighed and closed the door. Lucy stood up walking over to me. She looked down at the shirt in my hands.

"What is that?" She asked. I looked up at her pursing my lips.

"It's the shirt that I was wearing the other day, Matt told me to give it back. He thinks that I was acting weird because I was mad about him asking me to give it back." I said looking up at her. Lucy sighed. "He drove it here after the party last night" I said looking back at the shirt. I looked up at her and she bit her lip.

"Like a boyfriend would" Lucy stated looking at me. I looked at her. "Like a perfect amazing fucking boyfriend would" I said throwing the shirt on the counter and leaning my head against my hands on the counter. Lucy sighed and walked over to me, placing her hand on my back.

I pulled out my phone and opened my messages.

to Matt Stromboli 12:03pm

You didn't have to do that

I threw my phone on the counter and looked up at Lucy. She frowned. "You're in love with him aren't you?" She asked quietly. I bit my lip and looked down and nodded. She sighed. "Shit Y/n" She yelled shaking her head. I felt tears come to my eyes.

"It's not fair! He can't-" I held my hand towards the shirt but stopped feeling tears come to the surface. I shook my head. "It's not fucking fair" I said feeling the tears drop down my face. She bit her lip and looked at me. She reached over and grabbed the shirt. My head snapped back up and I reached for it, but she held it away from me.

"What are you doing?" I cried reaching for it. "Give it back" I said glaring at her. "I'll give it back when you do what you need to do" She said looking at me. I shook my head. "Give me the shirt" I said looking at her. She shook her head and looked at me like I was a hurt puppy. I looked down my lip quivering.

"Please" I cried. She sighed. "Y/n/n you have to tell him" She whispered. I shook my head. "Lucy, you don't understand" I said back quietly. "I can't do it. I can't lose him" I whispered looking up at her. She bit her lip.

"Do you want to be in love with someone who doesn't love you back?" She asked shaking her head. I just looked at her. "If he doesn't feel the same, you have to let him go. You have to do this for yourself." She said. "He can't act like this" She said holding up the shirt. "Drive 20 minutes to give a t-shirt to their 'fuck buddy'" She said shaking her head.

"Stop calling me that" I spat, wiping my eyes. "I will when you stop being one" She sighed as I heard my phone buzz on the counter. I reached over opening it.

from Matt Stromboli 12:14pm

keep it

I sighed before shaking my head and walking back into my room.

This seemed like a good place to stop. BUT TELL ME THE SHIRT THING ISNT SOMETHING MATTHEW WOULD DO LIKE-

love u guys lmk what you thought and when you want the next part

#nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #Spotify

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oldtvandcomics · 3 months

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The Lucifer/Alastor rivalry is so fun, because, well, Hell's Greatest Dad sing-off, but also, while they have strikingly similar designs, Alastor is much, MUCH better at being satanic than Lucifer is.

First of all, they really look VERY similar. In a show where every character has such a unique design, I remember feeling disappointed the first time I saw a picture of what Lucifer would look like, because it was so similar to Alastor. Same general shape, same coat, they even both have a staff of some kind. Only of course, if you were to remove all the apple, snake and radio elements from their costumes and show this picture to someone who doesn't know Hazbin Hotel and ask which of the two is the Devil, they would definitely pick Alastor. He is taller, wears dark red instead of white, and his ears look like horns.

It goes even further. Among all demons, Alastor is by far the most demonic. When he transforms he really becomes absolutely monstrous. Lucifer meanwhile is angelic.

Within the story, Lucifer doesn't do much, especially not any Devil activities. He's just trying to dissociate from his depression by making rubber ducks. Meanwhile, Alastor is the one who is working hard on gaining power, he is the one manipulating people, killing those who get in his way and chaining souls to himself by making deals. He is the one who uses his political connections to get Charlie an army at the end, and despite not being able to kill Adam, he does a very good job holding his own against him.

Hell's Greatest Dad was not about being Charlie's father figure, it was about Alastor trying to take Lucifer's place. Quite literally. "Can you butt out of my song!" "Your song?! I started this!" "I'm singing it, I'll finish it!" Yeah, so this is at the same time about 1) the literal song they're singing, 2) Charlie's life, and 3) Alastor taking Lucifer's place by pushing him to the side.

I still don't know why Alastor decided that picking a fight with Lucifer upon sight was a good idea, but, like, we can all agree that he is aiming for his place, mostly by getting Charlie to depend on him. Which is also what his line in Ready For This was: "She's filled with potential that I could guide / Stick with her you'll be on the winning side!"

Many people theorize that Alastor is the final bad guy in the show. I don't think so, he is WAY too likeable. He is, however, firmly on his own side, and will go against Charlie if he thinks that he'd benefit from it. And then switch back the last moment, obviously. He panicked now about being too kind, next season, he's going to try and be more ruthless, try to stop caring about the people he clearly started to consider his friends. But he has to end up on the side of the heroes for the audience to be happy. Villains need to be destroyed, we do NOT want Alastor to be destroyed.

No, in my opinion, he is going to take Lucifer's place as the Devil.

#no idea what Lucifer is going to do but he clearly doesn't want to actually rule Hell #put him in charge of redemptions and he'll be MUCH happier #meanwhile Charlie will be obviously Queen of Hell #with Alastor as her right-hand man #at least that's how I would write it #I'm looking forward to the next season #Hazbin Hotel #analysis #Alastor #Lucifer Morningstar #this was fun to write

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 1 year

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Hey there BMT

Happy new year

So...after today's Tae Wlive...I was left feeling a bit confused

Okay to be honest...ever since the solo chapter two era began...I deleted my twitter account and it has been one of the best decisions I made...but in my journey as an Army...Tae has always rubbed me the wrong way and I couldn't really pinpoint what exactly it was about him because when you first come into this fandom it is ot7 kumbaya all the time....so I can't help but realize Tae doesn't like being left out on being in the spotlight...he is someone who seems to know what goes on in the fandom like how most of his solo stans are shippers of him and the maknae...and how said shippers are one of the biggest reasons this fandom is going to shit and how they portray he's supposed soulmate..so...it's how he always comes online when one of the other members is on the spotlight for some reason and he feels the need to name drop the maknae..like today...he comes on for two minutes,comes back and mentions how he is with the maknae and friends but he decided to do the live cause he was bored...plus I found it a bit weird how he didn't mention Jihope being in Paris....considering he likes fashion...something so big and new and exciting for his bandmates,his family,friends...but instead go on and just rally up his psycho cult by adding innuendos with strawberries and "pineapples?"....and I'm just wondering JK couldn't even pop in his head for a second to say hi but then I sit down and remember he likes to lie?troll?be funny? So many narratives to explain away his behaviour....anyways...what was the purpose of all this....you are one of the bangtan fans who is so level headed and I wanted to know if I'm just tripping..

Have an amazing day/night

Alright, I think it's time for a real talk here. I'm not going to mince my words because I don't care what anyone says. I'm no Army, you all know where I stand, so let's fucking go.

This fandom is made of butthurt, two-faced, kumbaya, fruity bangtan-lover people who are rarely able to show some spine because they're too afraid of losing their clout on twitter and their followers on tumblr. They're so programmned to believe that a bunch of seven men are the epitome of perfection, unable to do something even worthy of mentioning any type of criticism because they all live in this fairytale-like world. They are super human, incapable of actions and emotions that govern the daily lives of us, the inferior human race. Well guess what? Believing it doesn't make it real.

We can like nasty people and we can dislike them for the same damn reasons. We can dislike nice people and we can love those good people all the same. And guess what? BTS are people. Tae is one of them. Rm is one of them. Jimin. Yoongi and so on. And we can like BTS, while at the same time, not like some of the things they say or do. It's not the end of the world, the sky won't fall on us. Just as we have complex emotions and reactions towards the people in our own lives and towards our own self. I know I'm seen as some Tae/RM anti. Unfortunately for those people, I can never give them the satisfaction because I don't have a ''hate Tae today and talk shit about him'' on my to-do list every day. And they can say I'm biased and I only care about two people in BTS and I see them as perfect and I get frustrated when someone else talks shit about them. Yeah dude, I do care only about two of them. There ya go. The Earth is still spinning. And you know what? I can dislike stuff about them too.

I don't like Jimin treating the fandom as if they're all kids and even going as far as to cover a damn photo on a hotel wall. It's stupid and it won't help and he's part of the problem. I once thought that Jungkook is going to do something more artistic in the future because I saw the potential after My Time, but for now, all he did was confirm how damn basic he is from an artistic pov. I think he made a wrong decision making that song for the World Cup in Qatar and it shows that money comes first. I don't like RM because he's pretentious as fuck. I don't like Hobi because he's too damn loud and as a fan, I couldn't give a flying fuck about his presence at FW or what brand deals he gets. I think Jin is severely out of touch and money does that to you.I think Tae is insecure for no fucking damn reason, but he is. I think Yoongi can be so damn insensitive sometimes and he doesn't know when to shut up. And, for the sake of inclusivity and fairness, I'll add myself too in this dislike fest (not that I'm some world superstar and I have no fans, but you know what I mean).I am a selfish bitch that tends to ghost people. I have ex-friends that probably hate me and I don't blame them.

What does all this mean? That my opinions are facts? That the aspects I've mentioned reflect someone's entire being? That when I look at Hobi, all I see is an obnoxius loud guy? No. Of course not. He's not just that because none of us are only one thing. Layers, people. As simple as that. And if I or anyone else ends up thinking that Tae is insecure and doesn't like being left out, then so be it. Just as I mentioned all that stuff that I personally don't like, there are many more reasons that still make me enjoy them. They're not horrible people worthy of being burned at the stake. But one bad word and this fandom acts like that's exactly what one means when they are not a fan of a BTS member. Then they jump to call people antis, bitches, cunt whores and every other insult. Because that's certainly nicer that any sort of criticism made towards BTS, but it's an acceptable and desired form of bullying. If this was twitter or perhaps my inbox after this text is posted, some will jump and say that Tae would burn me to keep himself and JK warm. Oh no, I'm about to cry and do my penance and apply 30 lashes on my naked body.

Everything is so absurd and every day when I go on twitter and come here, I'm taking the bad pill on purpose so I can enter this alternative reality. And I accept that, I made my bed. But I'm also not going to be some sheep that parrots whatever this fandom deems acceptable.

So yes, anon. I don't blame you for thinking this. Yes, it does seem to look like a pattern. Why? I don't fucking know. Why doesn't it seem genuine? Because there's a history of lying for no damn reason. No one in their right mind should be upset that he's hanging out with his bandmate (be it in person or playing online games). That's not the problem here. It's just that it has become such a habit of only him doing this one-side whatever the fuck he is trying to do, that I had a bunch of people in my inbox from one-two weeks ago saying that this exact thing will happen at the right moment. And it did. I say we should place some bets next time. It will be more fun.

Why does he suffer from a bad case of mimetic desire? Is it needed? Not from an outsider pov, but I have no idea what insecurities Tae has. Except from that time he told Jungkook during their ITS talk that he uses weverse to get some love from fans because he was indeed insecure at that time. So, that tells you something. Which means, it's not completely out of the realm of all possibilities that some of the stuff he does can be on purpose. I'm glad I'm not a Tae stan or some ot7 army cause I would feel kinda shitty seeing Tae's attitude towards his fans. He laughts at them on Weverse while they believe they're laughing together. Look at how the others are using a live stream to connect with the fans they so much love, while he uses that because he's bored for 5 minutes. What is he? A teenage girl that gets bored after the guys come over? Is this high school? I didn't know he's some 16 year old cause at least his behavior would make more sense. But his fans thinks this is cool behavior, except he's a rebel without any cause that makes threats when the Paradise heir gets dragged in a scandal and other times he's keeping his mouth shut. Anyway......

And if we're dropping names (which doesn't happen just with JK, it's only that he's the main character lately) and if JK was there too, why couldn't he just give a shout and call him to say hi to his beloved fans? No one would think it's weird. We have footage of all the group hanging out together for years everywhere. Either tell him to shut up cause he's about to be live and doesn't want anyone to know, or actually do something? Cause this is what I don't get? Making situations be odd when it's not necessary. Now, it's not confirmed that JK is actually there, it could be just a theory and people having bad hearing and apparently Jungkook can sing like shit sometimes. We don't know.

And I don't want to hear anyone saying he doesn't know his stans and his shippers. First of all, they all do and second of all, he's on damn twitter and there's evidence of that. No, he doesn't have to call out his fans, but why rile them up? But then again, all of them are like that, so there's no escape.

Tae doesn't need to go live and talk about Paris Fashion Week and what his bandmates did. He's not the news so he can cover all the events that are happening. But the timing...like clockwork, every single time. Sometimes it's during and sometimes immediately after. Now he waited a day. Good for him, he's being considerate. If anyone would have to patience to look at the bts archive for the last half of year, I bet the pattern is more easily recognizable.

The point to all this and I'm going to end this post cause it got way too long, celebrities (that includes BTS) are people like everyone else. They put themselves in the public eye which means that everyone else watching them is bound to draw conclusions. Some are favorable and others are not. And saying that Tae seems to want some spotlight and he's not very nice sometimes is not a smear campaign. Whoever believes that, get a life. You have no idea what that means. But this fandom distorts all sense of reality and the actual meaning of words.

People can like Tae for exactly the same reasons I don't. I wish he would be an actual bad boy. That would make him at least interesting. I like shitty people. I like nice people who do shitty things. I like people who are considered persona non grata. So what? So if his fans like Tae for who he is, then absolutely fine. But then I can also say that I don't. That's the basics of all of this.

And one last thought. I can't truly take someone seriously or argue with them in some weird act of defending men. I value myself a bit more than that. So whoever wants to be an Army on a high horse and call me names, you can take them and shove them.

Happy New Year, Anon!

#bmt asks

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Hi raelle! I first discovered your writings on ao3 and then I found you here....believe me, your contributions to the dff Community in forms of your thoughts, analysis and writings are seriously so good. I m absolutely loving the fic The things I hide and wait for its updates regularly. I m also pheejin shipper and thus I am glad that there are others who see the potential of this couple. Yes I know very well that both have faults (100%) but I really want to know how the writers would build this couple. Your writings are all very nice. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and writings with the fandom :D

What are your thoughts about the scenes we see of pheejin and teewhite in the song 'Without me'? Also, I really liked Bump's voice here. I hope he can unlock more of his potentials in the future.

Hello! Sorry for the delay replying, I needed to find time to grab screengrabs from the MV and stuff ahahahaah

So my first thought watching the MV is that it's a very sad song that is showing mostly happy moments between the couples, which is very interesting to me. I also don't think it's a coincidence that the show switched to playing that song in the credits right after PheeNon broke up... I wonder if that song is about Phee moving on and Non not moving on? Or I wonder if it's going to come into play with either TeeWhite or PheeJin?

As for the scenes themselves - well it reinforced two thoughts of mine.

Firstly, Phee definitely isn't just using Jin for revenge as people seem to think. Because this doesn't seem like the face of a man after revenge to me...

There's no reason for him to be taking a pic of Jin and smiling like that when Jin isn't even looking at him. Phee definitely catches real feelings for Jin, which doesn't surprise me (it's entirely in character for Phee to fall hard and fast, particularly for broken boys in need of love). The question is, what drove them apart? Phee's guilt? Does Tan interfere and that's why Jin thinks Phee and Tan are a thing? That, I think we'll find out tomorrow.

I'm 100% sure Phee isn't after revenge. These aren't the actions of a man after revenge. I think Phee probably wanted information and fell in love on accident... but we'll all see together.

Tee and White I didn't pay as much attention to (they're cute but I don't feel the need to dissect them lol). I think my main takeaway for them is that White seems to be exactly what he appears, tho I haven't completely ruled out that he's part of whatever revenge/information plan is happening...

I loved Bump's voice too! I really like this song tbh, I'm impressed with him. He's such a talented actor and artist 🥰

Anyway! Thanks for the ask and THANK YOU For the lovely compliment about my writing! I appreciate that you enjoy it and found me here and like my analyses! It's always lovely to hear that 🥺🥰

#dead friend forever #dff the series #dff #teewhite #pheejin #phijin #jin dff #phee dff #tee dff #white dff

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for the ask meme: Reeve

For the Opinion Meme || Still accepting!

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual, but functionally gay. Because I write Reeve as being Cetra (I feel the need to link this every time I mention it because it's such a wild-ass take that any time I don't, I have confused people messaging me), he's basically extremely paranoid about sexual situations that could end in children. Especially since his mother is always trying to set him up on dates (and he's half-wondering if she's trying to arrange for him to produce more little part-Cetran babies) and the President is always setting him up on blind dates (I have a whole headcanon about this, but basically, Reeve's concerned that President knows).

So with him being so paranoid about it, he just... doesn't have sex with women. Ever. It's much safer that way.

Gender Headcanon: Cis man. Although, that said, I used to RP as girl!Reeve, and that was fun as hell.

A ship I have with said character: HAHAHAHAHA. All of them.

No, but seriously, there's very few people I haven't written/read/shipped Reeve with.

Reeve/Tseng? Delicious.

Reeve/Lazard? Omg, yes, please.

Reeve/Genesis? Don't mind if I do (ship of my soul, currently).

Reeve/Reno? Talk about fucking up my heart okay.

Reeve/Rude? They're wonderful together.

Reeve/Sephiroth? Yep. I could do that.

Reeve/Veld? I can get behind that.

Reeve/Vincent? Mm. So wonderful.

Reeve/Barret? I expect some angst in there, but that's delicious too.

Like, not all of these work with all of my HCs, but I am happy to jettison/rework HCs to make things happen.

A BROTP I have with said character: No matter what I'm doing, if Reeve and Tseng aren't an active couple, then they're best friends. I just. I love the two of them together, especially with all the potential angst between them with their secrets and everything. It's just wonderful.

A NOTP I have with said character: I think the closest thing I really have to a NOTP is probably Reeve/Hojo, but that's a holdover from an old RP partner who uh... we did some pretty dark stuff with that. Like, I can see it, but man, it is fucked up. Especially with my Reeve in particular.

A random headcanon: Hm... I've already talked about Reeve being a Cetra and Reeve being an Inspire... Here, since I went light on the ship descriptions this time, have a small handful of random headcanons instead:

I would say my biggest "obscure" headcanon is that Reeve lives in a 3,000 sq foot custom-built penthouse in Upper Eight. And yes, I have a floorplan. One day, I'll do some drawings of the rooms.

Reeve’s blood type is type O negative.

Reeve requires every single Urban Dev employee to wear a carbon bangle with Restore, Ice, and Lightning materia equipped. They’re also required to annually attend a training known as “Materia Camp,” to ensure they’re comfortable with the basic use. This is because Urban Dev employees are, statistically speaking, the most likely to be first-on-the-scene of any sort of emergency situation.

Reeve has three small tattoos along his spine. They’re three Wutaian characters in a straight line, each character a few inches from the previous one, and from top to bottom, they read: Courage, Inspiration, and Resilience. They’re the same characters his father wrote in the front of each of his sketchbooks.

General Opinion over said character: My babygirl. Look. Reeve is my angel and ... yeah, I'd say he is probably my favorite character in the game.

BONUS! A song I associate with the character:

Where am I today? I wish that I knew 'Cause looking around there's no sign of you I don't remember one jump or one leap Just quiet steps away from you lead I'm holding my heart out but clutching it, too Feeling this sort of a love that we once knew Calling this a home when it's not even close I'm playing the role with nerves left exposed

-- "Reasons Why," by Nickel Creek.

#Reeve Tuesti #FF7 #Final Fantasy VII #Character Opinion Meme #asks

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since we're apparently among the only three people here who don't dislike Zaya...1. why do you think people have more trouble forgiving Zaya for their flaws when basically EVERY Degrassi ship is messy, flawed and complicated?! (Not judging anyone - we all like what we like, and things resonate with us for different reasons, I just find it interesting that people think Zaya is too toxic to forgive while some other Degrassi couples are objective just as messy and even more so) 2. Three Zaya scenes you love that show you they're meant to be? 3. Any songs you associate with Zaya? 4. Name three things Maya and Zig have in common and three differences they have that balance each other out! 5. Want to start a Zaya Appreciation Society with me? We can all share ice cream ;)

There are actually a solid amount of devoted Zaya fans. They're just harder to find. There's a reason I stick with Tumblr. Other places intimidate me and aren't worth the drama.

1.) Personal preference? Other than that, the existence of Campbell Saunders. Just as Zaya's potential romance was picking up steam and forming the foundation for their eventual relationship, Cam killed himself. Zig was the last person to speak to Cam. Regardless of Zig's intent or that during all of their interactions, Cam was the aggressor and the one who initiated all of their conflicts, the only thing the majority of Degrassi fans remember is that Zig pushed Cam over the edge. It never sat right with many viewers that Zig wasn't held more accountable for Cam's death or that Maya was so blasé about Zig's "confession". The writers' intent was clearly to send the message that no one is responsible for a suicide or anyone else's actions. But at the same time, you should still be mindful of others because you never know what's going on in someone else's head. Plus, I don't think Zig's character took quite the trajectory that some fans were expecting. He was supposed to have "learned" from Cam's death, meaning there was an expectation that he'd come away from the experience wiser with an acute awareness of how to navigate situations like this. It turns out, that never really happened. Zig tried his best and meant well, but he continued to be careless with words and was often in over his head. Zig also went on to feud with Maya's next boyfriend, Miles, where he was much more combative and kind of a shit starter. Miles was written with more care than Zig and quickly became the preferred character out of the two starting with season 14 and Next Class. So retroactively, Zig = bad, Miles = good. And lastly, a lot of people can't overlook cheating, even in fiction. While I take the stance that while I hate it, fictional cheating happening in teen dramas is highly likely, others felt too betrayed to continue supporting their relationship. Just overall, different people come away with different interpretations of characters and couples. In my opinion, Miles was far and away Maya's worst love interest and could have never made her happy in the long run even if they were both in heathier mindsets. Comparatively, I think Zig complemented Maya very well, offered constant emotional support and more often than not communicated well with her. Maya never seemed to be as happy with any guy as she was him once they were finally together. Others will tell you Miles was a great boyfriend, most of the things I just listed, and that Zig was a mediocre love interest.

2.) That's super tough to narrow down. I feel like I'm doing this wrong, but..

(1) Zig comforting Maya after Miles screams at her, reassuring her that he knows that she means well

It's the softness for me. It's how after the confusion with the season 13 love triangle and Zig being resistant to Maya's help, he gets it. He's here when she needs him the most. It's funny how for some, Maya and Zig getting together in the second half of season 14 came totally out of nowhere. But even though I didn't expect it when the season was airing, looking back it's very easy to see what was developing and how they were getting closer and closer each episode. Even though the Maya/Miles relationship lingered and Zig could have potentially gotten together with Zoe, those romances didn't pan out. To me, this is when their season 14 arc officially begins.

(2) Zig and Maya making up backstage

Yes, they were fighting and Maya was frustrated with Zig for trying to handle the gang on his own rather than turning Vince in, but he realized on his own (with the help of Damon) what needed to happen. We didn't see the full scene, but Zig clearly apologizes for their earlier conflict and for not initially going to the police. Maya is so forgiving and so prepared to forget the whole thing happened. Like she said. "You're here. We're together." That's literally all that mattered to her. No matter what happened, she was going to stick with Zig. No one can convince me that Maya Matlin wasn't equally and 100% as in love with Zig as he was her.

(3) Zig trying to cheer Maya up

Post bus crash, Maya was in the darkest place she'd ever been in. She was slowly losing all of her personal connections. At this point, it would be difficult to say Zig and Maya were even friends anymore. Their relationship ended in a very painful way with Maya still angry with Zig even months later. They both almost died. Zig entered a very public relationship with Esme. While they had occasional moments where they interacted that reinforced their connection, (in 302 when Zig asked Maya for advice about Esme), overall Zig wasn't part of Maya's life and therefore missed a lot of her warning signs. But, he did notice her on the verge of breaking down in the hallway and instantly knew something was wrong even if he couldn't have imagined the extent of it. So, Zig basically gently forces Maya to open up to him about what's going on. He knows she's struggling with something and isn't happy anymore, so he decides to cheer her up. This is Maya's first genuine smile the entire season. Every other time, she's either faking it or indulging in darker interests that only serve to trigger her more. And Maya clearly feels all the feelings in that moment. Yes, it's easier with Zig and he reminds her of happier times, but it's also very obvious how much she's still in love with him. This isn't technically part of the scene, but in the next episode Maya makes it a point to ask Esme to take care of Zig for her. The only other person we see Maya explicitly request be taken care of after she's gone is her mother. So, it says a lot about the depth of Maya's love for Zig and how much it would mean to her for him to be taken care of after she's gone. Anyways. Zig makes Maya happy and instinctively understands her.

4.) Ugh, I'm the worst at song questions.

It Might Be Love - Latch Key Kid (played during the first time they went to The Dot)

Oh My Love - Layla (played when Maya kisses Zig in season 14, kickstarting their relationship)

The Words You Say - Harrison Storm (played at the end of #YesMeansYes)

Lover - Taylor Swift (I know I'm basic, but it's their song)

5.) Three things Zig and Maya have in common.. they're both loyal, protective people and never afraid to fight for what's right, particularly when it affects someone they care about. I'll count that as two. It's honestly tough to find similarities, as weird as that sounds. They just match each other's energy and tend to be on the same wavelength. I'll say they're both pretty laidback. In spite of the fact they find themselves pulled into drama (especially poor Maya), they typically don't go out of their way to create it. Sometimes certain rivals will bring out that side of them, but overall they're chill people.

As for the differences that balance each other out.. Zig is the more sensitive one. He has a way of being quietly supportive and intuiting things while Maya internalizes a lot of her emotions. She's so desperate for nothing to go wrong that she almost avoids reality. I honestly think Zig grounds her a bit and forces her to be honest with herself. While both have good hearts, Maya is more compassionate and quicker to forgive. Even though it would sometimes be easier to lash out and the people wronging her would 1000% deserve it, Maya avoids conflict for the most part. Zig has never met a physical conflict he didn't want to throw against his locker. He means well, but he struggles with his anger from time to time and can't help but want to defend. Sometimes he's defending himself, other times he's defending the people he cares about. Maya provides a calming influence and encourages Zig to find better, healthier ways to handle his problems. This is so hard LOL. I feel like that's it? Who Maya is and who Zig is and how they interact with each other makes them an unusually good match. This is awful. I apologize.

5.) Absolutely!

#Zaya #otp: It felt like the world was gonna end #thedegrassidiaries #Long post #Not my gifs #I definitely fucked up the numbering because I misread your ask but oh well #Damn this ended up being so long

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Plot Twist || Reader x Moonboys

Moon Knight AU

Part 8

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: In which your boss sends you to keep an eye on a possible avengers recruit. You’re tasked with following him, figuring out who he is, and if he’s good enough for the team. That’s it. But it’s never that simple.

Warnings: None (I don’t think?) it’s really just a story full of fluff.

STEVEN WAS STOOD in his flat, staring into his mirror before he took a seat on his bed. His mind was reeling. He was undeniably falling for you and that made him excited and scared. But one thing - technically two - were stopping him from advancing any further.

Marc and Jake.

They deserved to meet someone who would potentially be with Steven and their body. They wanted to meet you, they were dying to. Your sweetness and innocent nature called to them like a siren song. They wanted you to know them.

Well Marc did.

Jake was more hesitant.

Jake thought of himself more as only a protector, not someone to involve himself in Marc and Steven's life, but he couldn't deny he was enticed by you.

"Should I tell her?" Steven asked aloud, as if someone would answer him from within the room.

"Do you want to?" Marc's voice floated in his head.

"I - I do." He stuttered, his stomach churning with nervousness.

"You think she'll accept it - us?" Marc continued.

"Will you tell her about Khonshu?" He asked another question.

"Whoa - whoa. Let me just find a way to tell her about us first, mate. . I think she will. ." Steven stopped his alter, who huffed.

Jake was quiet as he normally was, not weighing in on the matter. If it were up to him, he wouldn't tell the woman, no matter how much he wanted to. Jake's life revolved around danger, something he couldn't justify bringing someone else into. He already unwillingly brought Steven into it.

Steven wanted to hear what Jake had to say but it was hard to get him to communicate. All three were still getting use to each other. Jake lived life alone for so long, doing his job for Khonshu. Steven and Marc had no idea he existed and he planned on keeping that way, until he screwed it up. He felt guilty most days.

"I'll do it. . I'll do it. I just need to figure out how." He assured them.

"What do you say? Hey love, I really like you and by the way I have two other personalities inside my skull that would love to meet you." Steven could imagine Marc's scowl perfectly.

"Eh something like that. Just gotta find the right time, y'know mate?"

"She's never going to talk to us again." Marc uttered in defeat.

☽ ♞ ☾

You held your phone close to your ear as you listened to Peter ramble on. You loved the kid dearly, but he tended to go on tangents. He was intensely discussing his plan to take MJ out on a date, which you were happy to hear about.

It was about time he made a move.

"So do you think that's a good idea?" Peter's voice brought you back to the conversation. You hesitated as she tried to remember what he had just said.

"Are you even listening?" He huffed like a small child, making you laugh.

"Yea, yea totally. Whatever you do, I'm sure she'll love it, Peter." You assured him, avoiding the fact that you did indeed zone out during his monologue.

"You think?"

"I know." You replied.

A sudden knock at the door caught you by surprise. Peter silenced himself as he listened in.

"Who's that?" He asked. You could picture his eyebrows raised and his eyes wide with curiosity.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me - use your Peter tingle." You laughed, earning a small shriek from him. He hated when people said that.

You got to your feet and padded your way over to the front door, swinging it open to reveal a smiling Steven. Your face immediately mirrored his own.

"Hello love!" He said enthusiastically.

"It's a DUDE?!" Peter screeched through the phone.

Your cheeks immediately reddened and you hurriedly ended the call without saying anything to the boy. Steven laughed and gave you an inquisitive look.

"Who was that?"

"Uh, just a friend. . being annoying." You said it as if Peter could still hear the word you used to describe him.

"Anyways, come in love." You moved out of the way to let him in.

"Bollocks, I would love to. . but I have to head out for a bit. I stopped by to uh, ask you something." He told you.

You slightly frowned at the thought of not being able to spend time with him for the evening. But you figured he - or rather Marc, would be up to some Moon Knight adventures tonight.

"Awe, alright. What did you want to ask me?" You tilted your head slightly.

The man gave you a nervous look, rubbing his hands together. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His beautiful brown eyes were wide and he bit at his lip.

"Steven?" You gave him a questioning look, snapping him back to reality.

"Oh uh, yea. . I wanted to. ." He took a breath before continuing.

"I wanted to ask you on a proper date. ." He shyly announced, his cheeks burning. You beamed a smile at him, your stomach doing small flips at his words.

"I would love that, Steven." You replied, sending a rush of relief through the man's body.

"Really? Wicked!" He grinned like a child on Christmas Day, making you chuckle.

"Wicked, indeed."

☽ ♞ ☾

You were sat on your balcony, wrapped in a blanket to shield you from the bitter London breeze. Your phone was laid beside you, ringing over and over again.

Fury wanted an update, wanted to know if the woman closed in on any new information on Moon Knight. But, in all honesty, you didn't want to deal with him at the moment. Your mind was focused on the upcoming date with Steven. You found yourself wanting to protect the man from joining shield and the avengers at this point. He seemed so normal, you didn't wanna ruin that for him.

You wondered how long you could avoid your boss before he lost it. You weren't sure how long but you were certainly gonna test it.

It had been so long since you'd been happy and open to dating. You had never felt that click with someone. . until now. Of course your luck would have it happen during a mission - to a man you were supposed to be spying on. You were supposed to find out his secrets, report back to Fury, and that was it.

But when did your missions ever go as planned?

☽ ♞ ☾

#marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #fanfic #wattpad #marc spector x you #au #jake lockely x reader #steven grant x you

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As It Was

Chapter Five

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Summary: Our protagonist engages in an intriguing game with Killian, a mysterious and charming man. Meanwhile, she orchestrates a plan with Steve.

Warnings: Use of explicit language, future adult content, potential depiction of physical and verbal violence. Minors are advised not to read or engage with this story.

Personal Note: Hello dear readers, I'd like to request that you comment on the story if you enjoy it. Your opinions will be taken into consideration for the future of the fanfic. Please note that this story involves multiple romantic interests, so feel free to share your thoughts on them. I'll aim to update the fanfic every week and appreciate those who share and like this fanfic. Certainly, imagine Killian as Henry Cavill. Happy reading!

Two days after the most bizarre staff meeting I've ever had, I was on a plane with Steve Rogers. It would be obvious to assume that Dave would be with us but he took an early flight to study the environment we will be in today and make sure we could access the great Killian. ��

"Going over our strategy: you and I have been dating for a short time, you want something I can't give you so it will be easy to look unhappy around Killian. He will fall for the story of the woman unhappy in the relationship and will rescue you. Your job is to keep him occupied long enough for Dave and I to break into Killian's room and bug him. Understood?" Steve says while his face almost pressed against mine. He's been ensuring that every detail of our safety on the plane is memorized by me for almost two minutes, taking precautions to make sure I feel secure. I should never have told him about my fear of heights. He went through the safety procedures three times before remembering to brief me about the mission. At least he bought me chocolate and held my hand while we were taking off.

"Should I complain to him about you telling me how boring you find me in bed, or should I save that information for our second date?" I smiled falsely as he scolded me with his gaze. This man always seems to have the humor of someone a hundred years old or more.

"Do your best to make me look like a terrible man, but remember, the best way to lie about something is to believe your own lie. There's no use lying about something that even in your imagination you don't find true." He winks quickly as I'm somewhat surprised by his response. Who would've thought Rogers knows how to be confident.

"Understood, Captain. Lying about things I think you might be terrible at and keeping a dangerous man entertained long enough will be my objectives for tonight." I say while gently locking eyes with my mission partner.

"Maybe it's a good idea to go over some details about us, considering we're a couple. So, girlfriend, what's your zodiac sign?"

"Your first question about me is my zodiac sign? I thought you'd be more creative than that, boyfriend."

"Go with the flow and don't judge my creativity or lack thereof. By the way, I'm a Cancer, since you asked."

"Surprised you know your sign, but going along with your 'getting to know each other' questions, I'm an Aquarius. Now, my turn to ask, what's the last song you listened to?"

"Unforgettable, Nat King Cole. How about you?" He says as he sits more comfortably to face me, I feel like I'm on a quiz show. I must admit that I'm finding it amusing to go on this mission with this rather surly, blond, attractive agent?

"Ordinary People by John Legend. Favorite color?" It's fun, this question and answer game. A great distraction.

"Blue, like the ocean. I think there is an inexplicable calm in looking at the sea for a while. It makes me feel like life has meaning. Your favorite color is definitely red." Steve Rogers says as he takes a sip from his decaf coffee. An interesting fact I discovered is that despite Rogers' lifestyle requiring him to be awake as much as possible, he's trying to cut down on caffeine.

"I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have been able to find that out in a dossier with my information. How did you guess?"

"The bracelet you're wearing today, just like on our date, is red. Your dress that night was red too, and if I had to guess, I'd say your…" He analyzes me as his voice fades away, realizing he might be crossing a line. He then composes himself and asks me about my favorite book. When I respond that I really like Jane Austen's books, he smiles, commenting that he didn't picture me as someone who would be stuck between choices. We spent the next hour talking about superficial details of each other's lives. I found out that he chose a career in law enforcement because he was bullied as a child. He learned that I didn't spend much time with my dad but rather with an endless stream of babysitters. He had traveled the world, whereas I had only moved from one state to another due to my father's job. But he had never been to Turkey, where I went for my honeymoon. All thanks to my workaholic husband and an undercover mission he had to complete. After a while, I thought that for a fake relationship, we’ll need more than just knowing each other's trivia. Chemistry is necessary too.

"Running the risk of sounding desperate for human contact, I have to point out that if we're going to pretend we've seen each other naked, it might be interesting to at least share our first kiss before that." What's happening to me? How can I suggest kissing a man just days after kissing Barnes? Why did I want to kiss him in the first place? And why do I want to kiss Rogers now?

"I guess your logic is right. Pretending to be with someone requires physical contact, even if it's just for you to pretend to cheat on me. I also think it's necessary to see if you can do it." Rogers says somewhat arrogantly. His foreplay involves assuming that the person he's going to kiss has no experience, apparently.

"I don't want to state the obvious, but I was already married, to someone I kissed almost constantly, so if you don't want to do this with me, at least admit that the problem is..." I can't finish the sentence because his lips are already on mine. Gently, very gently. Seconds later, it's like I want more. More of him and the taste of decaf coffee his mouth brings me. I hold onto his hair tightly, feeling our lips syncing. I swear, if a passenger hadn't faked a cough to interrupt us, I might have spent more time savoring Rogers. I was embarrassed, the idea of the kiss was mine, and I was the one who intensified it. Fortunately, we were saved by the pilot who announced that we were about to land. I settled back in my seat, not making a sound. As usual, Rogers had a serious expression, as if I had kicked him in the intimate parts. It seemed he didn't expect the kiss to be so intense either. Maybe it was his way of teaching me a lesson. I should be mad at him, but somehow, it left me more intrigued. I'll have to deal with these feelings later. For now, we have a mission to accomplish. Upon a smooth landing, we arrived at the hotel where Killian was staying to check in. I wondered if Dave made me wear a tighter, somewhat uncomfortable outfit because there was a chance Killian might already be here. Maybe having dinner with someone in the restaurant or sleeping with someone in his room. Thinking about how crucial it is to make a good impression on Killian makes me incredibly nervous.

Just as we were about to go up to our suite, Rogers received a call. He muttered in a formal tone that he would need to take the call privately and that I should go upstairs and get ready for later. He didn't even look at me as he spoke, just headed towards the hotel entrance while I carried my suitcase. If I had known he would react like this because of a kiss, I simply wouldn't have done it. I try to pretend I'm not offended as I make my way to the elevator. I step inside, and just as I'm about to press the button, someone holds the door. Killian. His gaze is icy blue, capable of freezing my soul if he wished. His beard accentuates his mustache, and his hair seems to have been freshly trimmed. He's wearing a dark navy suit that looks more expensive than the hotel's daily rate. We're heading to the same floor, so I let him press the button. I can't help but react. In this moment, it feels like this blouse I'm wearing is going to suffocate me. I start breathing more rapidly, and he seems to have noticed.

"I usually make a strong first impression, but no one has ever been breathless just by seeing me." I end up laughing involuntarily, how embarrassing. His comment breaks the tension, and I find myself chuckling despite the awkward situation.

"Sorry to ruin your moment, but my shortness of breath is due to being stuck in this tight outfit for six hours, and I'm not a fan of confined spaces." I reply, trying to ease the awkwardness with a hint of humor. "Elevators and I don't really get along well." Killian cracks a smile, lightening the atmosphere as the elevator continues its ascent.

"You look beautiful, but if this outfit makes you uncomfortable, you should get rid of it. I stand by the philosophy that what doesn't help me needs to be eliminated." Killian says, his tone sincere. His words give me a moment of pause, contemplating the deeper meaning behind them. I find myself wondering if I inconvenience him, will he eliminate me too? The thought lingers in my mind, adding a layer of uncertainty to our encounter.

"I'll take your words into consideration and get rid of it as soon as possible." I reply, trying to sound confident despite my lingering unease. His piercing gaze softens, and he nods in understanding. The elevator dings, indicating our arrival at the desired floor, and we both step out, the tension between us momentarily dissipating.

"Should you require assistance, we reside on the same floor." Killian's voice, low and velvety, resonates with an alluring undertone. His eyes, deep pools of mystery, lock onto mine, holding a promise of secrets yet to be revealed. "Feel free to drop by anytime. Surprises tend to be quite... intriguing." he adds, a subtle smirk playing on his lips before he gracefully disappears down the hallway, leaving me captivated by his enigmatic aura. I was so captivated by him that I forgot to mention my fake boyfriend, and theoretically, I should be staying faithful to him. Damn. The realization hits me, and I can't help but feel a pang of guilt mixed with the lingering allure of Killian's mysterious charm.

I enter the suite and I'm awestruck; the view is perfect. God bless whoever is paying for this mission. Oh, wait, that unfortunate person is partially me. But right now, my concern is getting out of these clothes and into that beautiful bathtub. Steve takes quite a while to return, giving me enough time to wash up and do my hair and makeup. But now, I'm undecided about which dress to wear. He walks into the room just as I'm staring at the clothing options for the evening.

"Regardless of the outfit you choose, you'll be perfectly appropriate for tonight. Just know that I will be leaving this room on time, whether you're dressed or not." Steve says sternly, his voice devoid of any warmth, making it clear he won't tolerate any delays. I feel a surge of indignation rising within me.

"Darling, I also consider it a blessing that you and I are having a rendezvous in Vegas, and I understand that we need to be pleasant so that a certain someone finds you attractive." I say, my tone laced with irony, making it clear that Steve should be supporting me, not treating me like a nuisance. My words hang in the air, challenging his rigid demeanor. He doesn't say anything more, just walks into the bathroom and starts showering. The nerve of this arrogant, know-it-all, irresistibly infuriating man. My anger simmers as I try to focus on getting ready, but his attitude lingers, making it difficult to shake off the irritation that courses through me. I decide to wear a black dress with golden accents and a slit down the leg. Dave has prepared incredible options to ensure I look impeccable. Despite my frustration, I can't help but appreciate his effort to make me feel confident and stylish for the evening.

Hours later, we were ready, and I would be lying if I didn't admit that Rogers looks breathtaking. He's so focused and silent that he doesn't even bother pretending he hasn't been ignoring me since the kiss. His intensity only adds to the tension in the room, making it almost palpable.

Dave sent an encrypted message to Rogers, providing directions for our next moves. According to Dave, he has the access key to Killian's room, and during the main party at the Kill of the Night club, Killian's security personnel usually tail him. This includes the hotel manager, who owes his life to Dave and happens to be an old fling of his. The intricate web of connections and secrets only deepens as our plan unfolds.

"How can one simple, tiny, insignificant moment make you so grim?" I say as we walk toward the club. We don't make eye contact, but I can sense that if he were to look at me now, he'd have a deadly gaze. Not figuratively. There's an unresolved mysterious tension between us, and Steve seems to be struggling to contain it, his restraint only adding to the intensity of the moment. The air crackles with anticipation as we step into the nightclub, both of us acutely aware of the enigmatic emotions hanging between us.

"Are you saying our kiss was insignificant?" He stops in front of me. We're face to face, and I can feel the tense atmosphere seeping into my soul. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine, making it hard to breathe.

"Don't pretend that I'm offending you. You're treating me like I'm a bacterial infection and you've taken antibiotics. So don't play the 'Mr. I'm offended to be called insignificant' moment with me." I retort, my words laced with a mix of frustration and defiance.

"I'm just frustrated. That kiss wasn't professional. Nothing we've been doing since the plane feels professional. The last time I was unprofessional, I almost ended up marrying my partner and had to deal with the pain of a breakup where I constantly see my ex. I'm sorry if that insignificant moment threw me off balance." Steve admits, his voice a mix of vulnerability and raw honesty. His words hang in the air, the weight of his confession adding a layer of complexity to our already tangled emotions.

"I know you have a bad history with unprofessionalism, but I'm not your ex. I was just trying to get closer to you. If Killian suspects anything between us, everything is at risk. So I'm sorry if it triggered something negative in you, but for now, we can pretend that moment was insignificant." I say, my voice softening with understanding. I'm trying to bridge the gap between us, to find a way to navigate the complexities of our situation while maintaining our cover.

There's nothing more to say, but it doesn't matter anymore. We're in front of the club, so we enter into a silent agreement that we must move forward. The unspoken understanding hangs between us, and we step inside the nightclub, the pulsating music engulfing us as we immerse ourselves in the mission, temporarily setting aside the complex emotions and tensions that linger beneath the surface.A club was packed, the music thumping so loudly that it reverberated through my chest. The atmosphere was electric, a swirling mix of laughter, chatter, and the occasional burst of music. Amidst the pulsating crowd, a woman with long, brown hair approached Steve and me. Her eyes glimmered with mystery, and a sly smile played on her lips as she sized us up.Steve, for the first time, appeared visibly nervous in front of me. His usually composed demeanor faltered, revealing a crack in his facade. It was a subtle change, but I noticed; a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as he exchanged a few words with the enigmatic woman. I couldn't help but wonder who she was and what role she might play in the unfolding events of the night. The air crackled with intrigue as our paths crossed, adding another layer of complexity to our mission.

"What are you doing here?" they say simultaneously. And I realize, it's her. Peggy Carter, a respected former agent and Steve's former fiancée. The atmosphere around us shifts slightly as we acknowledge each other, the recognition of her presence adding a layer of intrigue to the already mysterious night.

"Mission, I'm undercover. You must know that Killian has been on the FBI's radar for years, and I'm here undercover." Peggy says, her tone calm and composed. The weight of her words hangs in the air, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation. There's a sense of respect between them, acknowledging the shared mission despite the complexities of our personal history.

"We're here together, on a personal trip. My love and I came to explore the beauties of Las Vegas, didn't we, dear?" I say, gently holding Steve's waist. I know he can explain the situation more clearly to her later, but for now, I need to pretend that we are indeed a couple. With my peripheral vision, I've already spotted one of Killian's guards. He could be anywhere. The need for caution hangs in the air, urging us to maintain our cover and blend in seamlessly with the crowd.

"I didn't know you were dating. Some move on quicker than others..." Peggy remarks, her expression unreadable. The unspoken questions linger in the air, creating a palpable tension that remains unresolved. Steve and I exchange a glance, silently reaffirming our commitment to the mission and the need to maintain our cover, even in the face of unexpected encounters.

"You know when it's meant to be, it just is.” Steve finally regains his composure, uttering these words with a touch of irony. I glance at him, smiling faintly, but our attention quickly shifts as we spot Killian. I have a plan. I'll make Steve leave me for Peggy right in front of Killian, and he'll want to console me. Fingers crossed, I think, hoping my scheme will unfold smoothly in this high-stakes game of deception.

"I think it's a lot of information to process so quickly. How about you ask her to dance while I go get us some drinks, love?" I say, giving Steve a peck on the cheek and casting a glance towards Killian, who is watching our direction. Steve understands my cue and extends his hand towards Peggy, inviting her to dance. The plan is in motion, and I hope it plays out as intended, creating the distraction we need for our mission. I try to appear upset as I watch Peggy and Steve dancing together, and in the end, maybe I do feel a twinge of oddity about it. Nevertheless, I forge ahead, pretending not to notice that Killian is nearby as I make my way to the bar. Keeping my emotions in check, I focus on the mission, ordering drinks and keeping a vigilant eye on the surroundings, ready for whatever challenges might come our way.

I order a Negroni sbagliato with prosecco at the bar, watching the bubbles of the prosecco dance on the red surface of the cocktail. I feel the blend of bitter and citrusy flavors dance on my tongue as I keep my gaze fixed on the glass, trying to ignore Killian's presence as he approaches with his intoxicating charm. Killian glides over with inherent elegance, his piercing blue eyes locked onto mine. I shiver down my spine as he smiles enigmatically, as if he's reading my thoughts. His voice is smooth and melodic as he addresses me, creating an aura of mystery that completely envelops me. While we observe Peggy and Steve from a distance, a silent game of glances and unspoken words unfolds between us, making the atmosphere even more charged with tension and intrigue.

"Is this seat taken?" Killian says, his eyes locked onto mine, a faint smile playing on his lips. I smile back, pointing to the seat beside me while taking a sip of my drink, feeling a rush of confidence as I play my part in this intricate charade. He's dressed in a dark, casually stylish outfit, incredibly suave. I can't help but notice his strong hands, confidently holding the whiskey glass. The way he moves with assurance throughout the space exudes an air of mystery and elegance. His posture is impeccable, and his gestures are calculated, as if each movement is a carefully orchestrated part of his intriguing charm. Shadows play on his face, enhancing his striking features, while his gaze, deep and penetrating, seems to conceal secrets known only to him. He stands as an enigmatic figure amidst the crowd, a true master in the art of disguise and seduction.

"I thought a man who so openly showcases his ability to entertain visitors to assist ladies in uncomfortable outfits would already be accompanied at this hour." I say, my tone laced with a subtle challenge, testing the waters to gauge his reaction.

"Perhaps I was expecting a visitor who didn't show up. I'm pleased to see you managed to look stunning and comfortable after our first encounter." he says, his voice smooth as silk, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. His words are laden with meaning, implying a certain level of appreciation for my appearance while keeping the conversation tantalizingly ambiguous. I offer a gracious smile in return, acknowledging his compliment with a nod, all the while maintaining the facade of our supposed connection.

"I appreciate your compliment, but I must mention for the future of this conversation that I am currently romantically involved." I reply, my tone polite but firm. The statement hangs in the air, drawing a subtle boundary between us, a reminder of the line that shouldn't be crossed. Killian nods in understanding, his enigmatic smile never wavering, but there's a glint of intrigue in his eyes, as if he enjoys the challenge presented by my words.

"Such a pity, for your romantic interest, that is…" he says, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Luckily, I'm neither jealous nor monogamous." His words carry a certain daring, a challenge thrown my way as he tests my reaction. I maintain a composed facade, acknowledging his statement with a polite nod, while inwardly noting the intrigue and complexity of the situation. The conversation between us takes on a subtle dance, each word and gesture laden with a delicate balance of power and intrigue.

"From where I'm standing, you seem to be the kind of trouble a good girl should run from. Fortunately for you, I'm not always good." I reply, my tone carrying a hint of playfulness, masking the underlying tension that simmers beneath our exchange.

As we finish our drinks, he asks me if I'd like to join him for a dance. And in that moment, I know the mission is finally about to begin. With a nod and a faint, seductive smile, I accept his invitation, my eyes locking onto his with an alluring intensity. There's a spark of curiosity in Killian's gaze, as if he's captivated by the mystery that surrounds me. The dance floor beckons, and with each step, I draw him deeper into the web of intrigue. The night is still young, and the game has only just begun.

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dotster001 · 1 year

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I freaking love your matchups! Seriously, I can’t get enough and you are hitting us up with more ( I freaking love you❤️❤️😂). I want to join in this one as well. ( by the way I never told you with my obsession over lord of the rings that my favorite character is merry and pippin…have to throw them both in together of course!!❤️❤️❤️) so the edge off night reference in the last story blew me away! That’s actually one of my favorite scenes besides Gollum’s song (that song is and will always be my fave from all three movies). Music is my obsession so of course I was intrigued by your matchup with music. I have this thing where I can drown out the world when I get lost in a song and it can either be lyrics or it can be the beat that gets to me. So this list is really a mix up of the songs where it is the lyrics that I get lost in or the beat.

1. Naika- “m&m’s for breakfast” honestly beat and lyrics with this one. Boy do I have experience with this one😭

2. Unsecret-“vendetta” both lyrics and beat

3. Lindsey Stirling-“mirage” seriously I get lost in everything this woman puts out, if you’ve never watched her I suggest it especially if you like violin music ~beautiful ❤️❤️❤️

4. Tommee Profitt (featuring Fleurie)-“welcome to the jungle” beat and lyrics. I love Fleurie’s voice period and just about every song tommee profitt puts out especially if either Fleurie or Ruelle are collaborating with him!

5.L.E.J-“toucher couler “ beat obviously with this one because as much as I love the French language (the things that language does to me *waves hand in face to cool off * frick lol 😂 but yes I love love love this song

Hope I followed the instructions correctly. Congrats for the 1.5k followers! You deserve it! ❤️❤️❤️

(happy I picked the right song for that 🤣 I figured it was a safe bet since I don't think any true LOTR fan has a song from those movies they don't like. Kay time to throw out what I know about your personality to properly do your music matchup 🤔)

I match you with Leona Kingscholar.

Song One: That's who I'd be-Shrek the musical

Your relationship is going to start slow. His self doubts and depressions are going to hold him back from believing he is worthy of you for a looooooong time. But like in this song where the lead ends up singing with the people who become most important in his life, you staying by his side and helping him see his potential worth will help both of you become the best version of yourselves.

Song Two: Playing His Game- Death note the Musical

Get me started on this musical. I dare you. Do you know how to play chess? If not, you're learning. It's his favorite activity my guy. You know how dramatic this song is? That's how dramatic every chess match between the two of you will be. Hope you enjoy competition. (That said, no matter who wins, the cuddles and make out sessions afterwards are going to be epic)

Song Three: Are you Ready?- Mammon's Character Song

We all know Leona can be a little of the jealous type. Well you're his favorite thing. He's just crazy for you. And he wants to show you off sometimes. But that doesn't stop him from getting jealous when other people see how cool you are. Just remind him you're with him, and he'll mellow out. He's just a sad, touch starved, simp deep down. 🥺

Song Four:Not while I'm around-Sweeney Todd

He's a precious little meow meow. He knows the way his kingdom treats him, and he swears he is not going to let that be a problem for you. He's going to protect you from them. At least that's what he's decided. But you probably have to remind him that someone's gotta protect him too. You both end up protecting eachother.

Song Five: Heart of Stone-Six the musical

I.....I don't feel the need to explain this one. 😂 Like anything I say about it is gonna be redundant.

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luminous-letters · 2 years

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Can i have platonic headcannons for the diasomnia students (seprate) learning that the reader (who is from another world so she'd be Yuu basically) is Lilia's daughter (who even Lilia didn't know existed) considering at first the them AND the reader just thought she was a normal human. Even though the reader did have the pointed ears but the reader was just told her whole life that it was just some kind of genetic deformity of some kind and nothing else.

ooh, i've seen this ask on @twstwonderlandstuff 's blog recently. and i'm more than happy to take on this req ✨

apologies for answering so late.

mc's parent here is female, if you don't mind.

WHAT?

No way. There is no way Master Lilia could've had a child. Despite travelling from country to country, he would never have been able to encounter your birth mother! You were from another world for gods' sake!

And he still can't get over that fact. You? From another world? Do you qualify on being an alien? Like in those science fiction documentaries...?

Enough of that!

There's no denying that you indeed possessed some fae characteristics, albeit watered down by the other blood that runs through your veins.

Chimera...

Truth be told, he was once curious of finding other people like him— born with the blood of Fae and another. It was a long time ago, to the point that he had almost forgotten about it completely.

He didn't expect to find someone so soon. And in the form of you, the infamous Prefect, too?

Since you've missed out on many of Master Lilia's heroic travels, Sebek would be more than happy to share them all with you!

Let us begin with his tales of the Scalding Sands. And proceed to Pyroxene, then to Jubilee Port!

Though not related by blood, I wish for us to have the same camaraderie of true siblings.

Silver couldn't describe the feeling that welled inside him. Delight mixed with anxiousness and... Jealousy...?

He didn't mind most of those feelings. He was more focused on sharpening your skills— swordfighting, survival and if possible, magic. Basically, everything that Lilia had taught him since he was but a child.

After all, Lilia was a high ranking official and a personal friend of the royal family, surely someone would be after your head. If news broke out, that is.

To the best of his ability, he will make sure you are protected and secured. He considers you as his sibling, so he will do what he can to become a reliable older brother.

An older brother...? Don't mind me, it merely feels strange on the tongue.

A product of Lilia's many exploits? What tales do you tell, I wonder?

Pray tell, child of Lilia, what stories do you have of your mother? Your hometown? What songs and lullabies have your folk sang to you as a babe?

What was your house? Was it of brick or stone? Or perhaps wood and glass? What of your hometown? Was it a lazy town by the seaside? A bustling jungle of concrete and lights?

Or perhaps it was a plan and simple countryside? He had so much to learn, so much to see and to hear.

Pardon me for the sudden questions. I could not resist but to wonder of your origins. Much more that you're related to Lilia by blood.

Give and take. For each story you tell him, he graces you with knowledge privy to the inhabitants of Briar Valley. If he feels up to it, he might tell you a meaty secret or a tidbit of knowledge from hidden tomes.

Malleus saw potential in you, and it wouldn't hurt to have Sebek train you with your magical abilities. He made a note to make sure of you had magic in you.

And he could have Silver or maybe Lilia himself to train you in your physical abilities as well.

I have a child? Amusing!

No child of his would be as helpless as a ragdoll, of course! A classic Vanrouge-style training ought to be useful to you.

A week of survival in the mountains, or maybe hand-to-hand combat with Sebek. Ooh! Or maybe a rather extreme training camp led by a good old friend of his!

How foolish he was to not consider that his gleeful galavanting would bear fruit. Aside from rigorous training, he has a lot more plans in store to make up for lost years.

He's read countless books about foreign cuisine, and it would elate him so if his dearest daughter would get to taste them all.

From chocolate-coated shellfish, to strawberry flavored pasta! Everything that has been cooked under the sun he'll gladly whip up in the kitchen.

Oh! And before he could forget, he plans on throwing many birthday parties for you. So buckle up and prepare for an eventful afternoon!

My daughter, it still feels rather strange to call you that, in this time we spend, I pray that we would be able to do some catching up with each other.

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #fem!reader #female reader #twst fanfiction #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst scenarios #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #answered ask #platonic

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doctorofmagic · 1 year

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Hi! I'm a big fan of your blog and thanks to you I fell in love with doomstrange ejjfjfjfkdkd. I recently watched the movie Grinch and for some weird reason I just kept on imagining Grinch as Doom and Stephen Strange as Cindy. The whole to tying to save somebody's broken heart and convincing everyone that he's a good person on the inside is just💞💗💞💗💞💗 And I also found a song called Be Nice To Me that fits them so well. It's sad that this ship is not that popular when it has so much potential! I also hope that the MCU will give them some juicy interactions. Anyways, love your blog and I wish you happy holidays!! 💖🎉

One of us, one of us, one of us!

wefjoerirueiofewio seriously tho, that's so kind of you!!

You're absolutely right to assume Victor would make a perfect Grinch because look, we even have this gem

(highly recommended reading from What The--?! #10. It's not canon but it's super sweet and fun!)

To be fair, I think the perfect person for the role of Cindy would be Doreen. She's been (pardon the pun) beating Victor's ass for a long time but she is nice to him from time to time and even gave a Christmas gift to him in person!

(from Season's Beatings #1)

But yes, Stephen has vouched for him more times than I can count 😭 he's one of his first apologists and I'm always down for it.

(From Infamous Iron Man #12)

About the song... Omg "You're a killer and I'm your best friend" lmaoooo it's them! Thank you for the rec, I really liked it!! Personally, my favorite Doomstrange song is Undisclosed Desires (it's literally them, I swear, even the Mephisto thing, the mask, the violence and anger aaaaa).

It really is sad that they're not popular but well, I may not be an artist but I always try to write content on them (even though I'm more obsessed with other fandoms atm). There was a time when I was hoping to see their interactions in the MCU in the hope that they'd become more popular, but these days I just dread how they will portray Victor, honestly. I mean, with Waldron??? What can we truly expect?

The only person I trust to write him is Ryan Coogler. He made an amazing job with Namor (and Killmonger). I'm pretty sure he'd nail Victor and wouldn't whitewash him. But if he is to be introduced in the FF movie, my hopes are not that high. I personally don't feel comfortable with shipping characters who were mischaracterized and/on whitewashed for that matter (what they did to Jake Lockley is criminal fr). Besides, Secret Wars will be adapted and uh, if that's the only interaction between them, we know it won't end well. But let's wait and see! Perhaps I will be able to drag more people to the 616 side of the ship 👀

Thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you have a wonderful time! Happy holidays and stay safe 💜✨

(writers are insaaaane for writing these two in this kind of relationship in which you don't know if they're really close or not but they feel comfortable around one another, like??? 😭 And the fact that they spent 45 days living under the same roof? That Stephen knows how to speak Latverian?? That they call each other by their first names? Sorry, I miss them so much, I'm starving for content *sobs in the distance*)

#how can the sorcerer supreme be of assistance?#ask #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor doom #victor von doom #doomstrange #doreen green #squirrel girl #marvel comics

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sircarebearalot · 6 months

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WIP

this has been sitting in my drafts and maybe putting it out will help make it spark more of my creative juices

the idea is that there are a string of AU fics but they all act as Tamaki's dreams, which he later uses as fodder/ideas for host club themes/events.

potential tite: for the first time

(bc of the song by the script)

Here is what I got so far:

"This is ridiculous," Kyoya fumed, eyes flaring. "They are going to give the inheritance to Yuuichi and I'm to wed a girl with a sizeable dowry."

Tamaki felt something akin to panic flutter in his throat. "Are you? What's her name?"

"I believe you know the blasted girl. She's French, because that is where the money is apparently. Her name is Renge—."

"Has everything been finalized already?" He asked hoarsely.

"No, it's still early. It's been decided but we just sent the letter to her family last night. We aren't expecting a reply till at least tommorow." Kyoya looked at his gloved hands miserably, "After an affirmative it all depends on how eager Renge is to tie the knot."

Tamaki grimly remembers their last encounter. Where Renge all but declared her undying love

"Do you not wish to marry her?"

"You already know I find her tiresome. Besides even if I was fond of her I'd still be repelled by the thought. The indignity of it all.... They did not heed any of my arguments and Akito had the audacity to say I covet. As if! What is there to covet? A washed up noble title and a mountain of debt? No, I don't think I do. At this point I'd rather run off and forget it all!"

"Well, then why don't you?"

Kyoya laughed, as if Tamaki was joking. He definitely assumed he was though he really wasn't. The notion of running away from all his troubles were all that kept him going at night sometimes. They weren't just fantasies, they were his dreams. Except in his dreams he was running away hand in hand with Kyoya, who loved him. Which made his ambition more of a fantasy. Even if Kyoya loved him he would never leave with him.

Wouldn’t never even joke of it.

Except now he would.

“No, really. Why should you stay? They hardly appreciate you the way you deserve: you’re wasted here. If you were a commoner you’d be double the success your family is. Your wits are sharper than any noble blade your family could try to show off. Your brilliance, well Kyoya, you could give the Ootori name a new meaning.”

Kyoya grabbed his flying wrists, “Alright, I get it. Your words are sweet and my spirits are raised, now please lower your voice or someone might take you seriously.”

Tamaki ripped his wrists free, stung. “I wasn’t flattering you. I meant it.”

“You think I should run off like a thief in the night. Like a slovenly coward? Like some sort of ingrate?”

This was why Tamaki never shared this particular dream with Kyoya. He could be purposefully cruel, but worse was when he struck by accident. Tamaki considered retreating, slapping Kyoya’s back and letting it go. Licking his wounds in silence but change was imminent, he might lose Kyoya if he tried but he definitely would if he didn’t. He rather have tried his best than to let this opportunity pass him by.

“I don’t like thinking about it like that. The way I see it, and you can call me more dastardly things if you like, is that before my duty to my family I have a duty to myself. Furthermore, my family never fulfilled it’s duty to my mother nor to me. My mother rightfully ran, if I were to take flight I’d also be correct. Before the abandonment I have withstood unnecessary and unwarranted pains. And so have you. Why should you spend your life fulfilling someone else’s expectations? When you could spend it making yourself and the people you actually love happy?”

Kyoya stared at him, as if he was seeing him for the first time. He looked terrified as much as he did mystified.

“You’re serious.”

“It’s a rare occasion, I’m afraid but you cannot doubt my certainty.”

Kyoya turned, as if to walk away and Tamaki felt frustrate tears build behind his eyes. To his massive relief, Kyoya only turned to accept the tea from the maid who had arrived as soon as he reached the doors and the lock the door behind himself.

He set the tea, arranging it as he spoke. “You seem to have forgotten that dreams belong with sleep.”

“Don’t be cruel,” Tamaki reprimanded. “You know I’m being true.”

Kyoya whipped around to face him, eyes bright with distress. “How can i leave?”

Tamaki met his gaze

“How can you stay?”

Kyoya looked him in the eye. “Say, I run away, what then? Would we be beggars? Servants? Misfits? What of the people we've ran business with?"

Tamaki smiled wide. Kyoya's scowl slackened with suprise. "What?"

"You said 'we'. You would run away with me." Kyoya's cheeks reddens once he realizes that Tamaki never suggested they run away together. "That," Tamaki laughs breathlessly, "That makes me so unbelievably happy."

#kyotama #ouran high school host club #current wip #victorian era #alternate universe #someone recently said that my characterization of kyoya sucks #but ive been doing this for so long i can't imagine writing him any different #rip

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ladyyatexel · 6 months

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@bmouse tagged me in the little "Get To Know You" meme, so here are my very long winded answers!

Last Song: 'Huhhahhei' - Käärijä Yet more music I can't just fucking Buy here, they want me to stream everything, fuck that shit. I listen to it on YouTube hahaha. I'm happy to follow Käärijä's nonsense regardless. He's so fucking silly and this song is doing the same 'dark and silly' combo that his Cha Cha Cha onward songs have had.

I like Käärijä so much, but not in the aggressively sexual way that everyone else still excited about him after Eurovision seems to. I feel like I really love him in like a 'fellow struggling artist' way and in a character design way? Something about him just makes me smile and kind of pokes me in the heart and yells, "Tag! You're it!" I'm proud of him, and he makes me smile and laugh and I love what he makes. I hope for such good things for him, and that he takes care of himself!

Currently Watching: Old Robert Stack episodes of Unsolved Mysteries. This happens to me periodically. It was a favorite show to watch with my mom when I was a kid/teen, and so it has a weird combo of spooky and warmly nostalgic.

It is nice to see so many more updates than I used to, and interesting to see how my tastes have changed. As a kid, I hoped every single one would be ghosts or aliens, and as an adult, I groan and skip these kinds of stories. I am surprised by how Christian the show was. I didn't notice it when I was younger because I was comfortably indifferent about Christianity, I guess. Would tell people I believed in God if asked because it seemed as default to me. It was a few years until I realized how much of it didn't line up with me or itself. Now, firmly an atheist, the show's assumption of Christianity clangs badly for me

Current Obsession: A strange patchwork of things! Juuzou and Hanbee from Tokyo Ghoul, definitely. I'm so into everything about them, they just wove their way into everything, I am fascinated, enchanted, and, as my phone desperately wants to type instead, vaccinated. I can't help but notice how much I love pairs that involve one person demonstrating extreme devotion to the other one, where the other is strange, unique, viewed as weird by others. These are frequently kind of asexually shaped, too, so I can't help but think this dynamic is a certain strong personal connection or longing.

Also, drawing and the potential of doing video! Streaming traditional art or making an art video channel is so interesting to me. Markers, G Pen nibs, capturing something I can't explain in words.

I also recently watched an 80 part documentary about Chris-chan. I have a tendency to become interested in something in a very neutral way? As in, I just want to know all this information so that I know it, but not necessarily because I love the topic. I have a real interest in the adjacent topic of people who make very sincere comics or related things. It reminds me so much of when I was making tons of them as a kid. I have historically been interested a lot in the work of people who are just trying to do their little thing, and often used to look at Encyclopedia Dramatica like 15 years ago. I didn't like the language they used, the things they did to people, any of it, but the people they were targeting fascinated me in some familiar way. I don't know what it is. I have never wished them any more trouble, and often just sincerely looked at the work they made and Thought about it, but I don't know What the thinking was. Trying to learn to not be Target like them? Interested as someone who also could get absorbed in their own things super deeply? I don't know.

Regardless, what happened to Chris-chan is sad. She has been a completely horrible person, especially lately, like, I'm not defending any of this shit, but wow, it didn't have to be this bad. People did so much damage. This never should have been like this.

So yeah, a weird combo of things! But this is some real "get to know you" junk, isn't it?

I know @sturionic likes to talk also. I think I'll put @propheticfire and @raemanzu in there too. I'd also like to know what @anthropwashere and @kiranerys are up to!

#get to know meme

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novelmonger · 7 months

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This song from David Hodges' latest album took my breath away with how well it works for Steve and Peggy in Endgame, and I want to gush about it.

(Please note that this only works with my Two Steves reading of Endgame, which is not how most people see the movie - please feel free to ask me about it if you don't know what I'm talking about!)

If I had a time machine That went right back to you and me for a minute I wouldn't get in it Okay, maybe I would climb inside Press some buttons, turn the dial to that summer When my heart felt younger And I'd say Things were better then I wish I could see you smile at me again

As soon as I heard that first line, I was already listening for Steve in this song, because of my music video of David Hodges' song "Time Machine" ^^'

But yes, this definitely made me think of all the time travel shenanigans they all get up to in Endgame, and the possibility that opens up for Steve to use it to go back to Peggy. It brings to mind that scene when Steve sees her through the window in the S.H.I.E.L.D. base.

'Cause I was in love, I could not explain it We spoke in tongues written in our own language I was yours, and you were mine I made you mad, you drove me crazy So simple then, but so complicated I think of you, and I don't know why 'Cause I can't go back in time

The thing is, Steve and Peggy definitely were in love with each other. Anyone who tries to deny that simply isn't paying attention to TFA. It was a relationship both simple and complicated - they both loved each other, there was no one between them, but they were at war. No time for romance. But there was so much potential for happiness once everything was over. They thought they would have time to do more about it than just promising a dance and sharing a kiss.

And if I had the chance again To stop the ending when it came I wouldn't do it We were done, and we knew it See, I remember how it felt All the heaven and all the hell That we went through It doesn't mean I was meant for you

But what this song captures is the realization I believe Steve comes to when he faces this chance to go back in time and get back everything he once had. He knows he isn't going to do it, because he and Peggy are over. It's not that it was never real - it was. He really did love her. They went through "all the heaven and all the hell" together during the war. But like the song says, "It doesn't mean I was meant for you." Their choices, and the situations they ended up in, closed off the possibility of them being together.

But I was in love, I could not explain it We spoke in tongues written in our own language I was yours, and you were mine I made you mad, you drove me crazy So simple then, but so complicated I think of you, and I don't know why 'Cause I can't go back in time

That line "I made you mad, you drove me crazy" puts me in mind of that scene where Peggy shoots Steve XD

You're happy now I've settled down Guess that life is full of things that you can live without But that doesn't change the truth Part of me was made by you

This part actually brought tears to my eyes, because it fits so perfectly. After losing Steve, it's not like Peggy's life was over for the next 70 years. She found love, her life had meaning and purpose, overall she was happy. And Steve, though it was certainly a rocky road for him, has settled into his life in the 21st century. He's made friends. He found Bucky again. He's met Sharon, and started a relationship with her. You could say that he's able to live without Peggy. But he still looks back and acknowledges that an important part of who he is was made by Peggy.

The line "We spoke in tongues written in our own language" makes me think of the little inside jokes and references they make with each other in TFA. A relationship of any kind is like a long, drawn-out conversation that (hopefully) stretches over years and years of your lives together. The real tragedy of Steve and Peggy is that their conversation was cut short.

If I had a time machine That went right back to you and me for a minute I wouldn't get in it

This is why I say that the Steve we see at the end of Endgame isn't the Steve we've come to know over the course of the series. He wouldn't go back in time, not even just to have a dance with her. Their story has come to an end. Their lives will continue on without each other. It's not meaningless. I don't think either of them would say they regret meeting and loving each other. But there's no going back in time for them. Not even when Steve has access to a literal time machine. Because he can't turn the clock back on himself. He's a different man than the one who went into the ice.

This Steve Rogers is meant to go back to the 21st century, to pick up the life he's made with Bucky, with Sam, with Sharon, with all of the friends he's made there. That's the true ending of Endgame to me.

#david hodges #back in time #captain america #avengers: endgame #two steves theory #endgame fix it #steve rogers #peggy carter #steggy #but also not #thanks for coming to my ted talk of my favorite obscure artist #Youtube

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