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brodieland · 2 months

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Spidey Valdez !! ´ˎ˗

Spidey!Leo Valdez x Fem!Poseidon!Reader Synopsis: Your boyfriend Spiderman, or Leo Valdez, took a break from saving the city to eat with his girlfriend. Word Count: 1110 A/N: I hope it doesn't show to hard that Ive never watched Spiderman.. or read hero's of Olympus.. PART 2

Y/N Jackson was a child of Poseidon, along with her twin brother, Percy Jackson. They were known for embarking on dangerous adventures. These include, but are are not limited too, the underworld, Mount Othrys, and the Labyrinth. Safe the say the two of you making it out alive proves how extraordinary the both of you were.

Though, were you experiences even considered cool when you learned what your boyfriends secret identity was? Well, yes they most definitely were, but still.

Your boyfriend Leo Valdez, on top of being a child of Hephaestus, was in fact Spiderman. Yes, that guy who swings from building to building with webs in his red suit. That, may you add, fits him very nicely. When he's not swinging through the streets of queens solving issues or working hard in the Hephaestus workshops, he was swinging through the streets of Manhattan looking for his lady, Y/N, to spend time with.

You were currently sitting in your bedroom, doing some last minute homework by your window. It was Saturday night, and most kids would've been out hanging out with their friends, but you were grounded after getting suspended at school. Your mom understood the troubles but it wasn't demigod trouble so she didn't let it slide this time. While of course, you could've snuck out through the fire escape your window leads out to, you may or may not have been expecting a secret little visitor.

You were sitting at your desk. You were supposed to be doing your English homework, but of course your dyslexia made it kind of hard, so you just resorted to staring out the window. You were people-watching, and before you knew it, a white string zoomed right past you and connected to your building. You stood up from your chair so quick it almost swung and fell backwards, and before you knew it a boy in a bright red suit landed on your fire escape.

When he landed he quickly pulled off his mask, revealing his dark curly hair and the mischievous grin you love oh so much. You stood there admiring him for a second before Leo starting pointing at your window, causing you to scramble and slowly open it, doing your best not to make much noise, and slid your self outside. As you regained your footing, you quickly grabbed Leo's face and pulled him into a kiss.

"Hey there" Leo grinned. You noticed he had his hand hiding behind his back.

You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow. "Whatchu got back there?"

"Oh." Then Leo pulled out two medium sized brown bags and handed one to you. "You mean this?" You slowly took the bag and looked inside. You gasped, it was Shake Shack and you were starving.

"You got us Shake Shack."

"Thought we could eat together, never to busy helping out my city to eat with my girl." Leo said as he took a seat on a step, you shortly following him and sitting beside him.

"And you remembered my order, what a dream."

"Of course I did, you think I'm a rookie at this?" you busted out laughing at him. "Anyways, not that I'm not glad you were here, but its Saturday night, why are you home?"

"Oh right I haven't told you yet. I'm grounded." Leo looked at you confused.

"Grounded? Since when do you get grounded?"

"Since I got suspended from school yesterday. 10 days." Leo choked slightly on his burger.

"Yo what? I miss ONE day of school. What'd you even do."

"First of all, you miss a lot of days." Leo just rolled his eyes before you continued. "And it wasn't anything crazy, just the usual."

"Nah nah, please tell me what the 'usual' is."

"I pulled a little prank. It honestly wasn't anything crazy and those girls deserved it." You paused for a second. "And no snakes were harmed in the process."

"SNAKES? I can't believe I missed out on this what." Leo stared wide-eyed at you.

"All I'm saying is, those girls should start, whats the word, showing interest, to another guy" you smiled a Leo, your boyfriend, and crush of the girls who got on the bad end of your snakes.

"Aw you threw a bunch of snakes at girls who thought I was hot." Leo fake pouted and leaned toward you, you jokingly shoved him back to his side.

"First off, I didn't throw it at them, I set them loose in the locker room and locked the door." You threw up one finger and spoke in your matter-of-fact tone. Leo just smiled. "And two, they wanted to try and break us up so I don't think I was being overly dramatic."

"Ughhh why are you so obsessed with meeee" Leo threw his arm around you and pulled you close.

"Interesting, what about the time you used your webs and hung them around some guys ankles because they were staring at my tits as I spoke?"

"I think that was reasonable." You both didn't say anything for a split second.

"Maybe we both have a jealousy thing." You said the same thing at the same time and started laughing together. Leo continued to hold you close before pulling up your face and kissing you. You guys continued to make out for a few more minutes before your window slid open, revealing your amazing brother Percy who was now also standing out on the fire escape.

"This doesn't look very grounded to me." Percy crossed his arms, staring right in your eyes.

"Oh my gods what is it that you need so bad." You stared right in his eyes back, squinting.

"Well, moms home." You quickly turned to Leo who was now looking for his mask. "And she already saw Leo from downstairs, so."

"I love when you let me know she's here, oh wait, you didn't." You sassed back at Percy. "Wait for the next time Annabeth sneaks in."

"Oh so the both of you are sneaking people in?" Your mom, Sally Jackson, said as she was leaning out of the window staring between her two twins.

"NO!" You both said quickly, but Leo was still sitting next to you, staring wide-eyed at Sally.

"I think its your cue to go Leo" your mom said.

"Yeahhh.." Leo stood up and quickly kissed the top of your head before putting his mask back on. "Bye guys." And he left as quick as possible from the awkward situation.

"I'm drilling the both of your windows shut." You and Percy rolled your eyes. "Calm down stop acting like we don't have a front door, now come inside."

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years

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you gonna let me keep her?

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 1,713

warnings: swearing, brief smoking, billy being a flirty little shit

a/n: i can't get over the idea of billy having a cat, so here you go. i hope you like it!! <33 (would you look at that curl??!!)

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Tugging the key free from the ignition, you moved to pull up on the door handle, pushing it open. It was chilly out, the time of year where fall has just begun and it's getting darker a bit earlier, but some days are still warmer than others.

Billy let you drive the Camaro to work today, and you should've known that meant he was up to something. It wasn't something that happened often, although you did revel in the rare occasion that it did.

Sitting on the steps to the little home you shared, Billy snubbed out his cigarette when you started in his direction. He stood, walking to meet you.

"Hi," he said, before pressing his lips to yours once, twice. One more for good measure.

He pulled away, grasping for your hand. "Come with me. Gotta show you somethin,' okay?"

Billy took his keys from you, slipping them into the front pocket of his jeans. "Okay."

You tried not to be worried about whatever he was going to do, but it didn't work. Holding your hand, callouses rubbing against your palm, he led you slowly and quietly around to the side of the house.

He'd planted rosebushes there on a whim a while back, so you wondered if maybe that was where you were heading. "You gotta be quiet, okay baby?" Nodding your head at him, you only grew more nervous.

Billy crouched toward the end of the row of rosebushes, pulling you with him. Looking at him, there was a shift in his features—he looked soft, younger maybe. He pointed at a shallow sort of opening in the stems, and you lowered your head to look.

There was a kitten nestled in between the leaves and the brick of the house. It was small, and couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. Small enough that it most definitely still needed nursing. Your heart warmed at its calico fur, having always liked those colors.

It was mostly dark brown, with patches of black and white along with this warm caramel color. It was precious.

"How long's she been down here?" You looked up at Billy, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you as you knelt, dropping your bag on the grass beside you.

"I saw her out the window the other morning, but she's been here since yesterday. I thought mama would've come back for her, and I didn't wanna bother her. But I'm starting to think maybe she won't. She hasn't moved. What do you think, sweetheart?"

You'd had cats when you were younger, multiple, and had always loved it. Billy knew this, and that's presumably why he was asking.

You get down on your elbows, leaning in to look at her. She opened her eyes, blinking up at you slowly. They were the prettiest shade of blue. Kind of like Billy's. You stuck out your index finger, moving it towards her to see if you could gauge a reaction.

"Hi, baby. You okay in there?" She sniffed the tip of your finger, little nose scrunching and head bobbing in the process. You dared to graze your finger against her head, and she took to it, purring loud enough for Billy to hear and laugh.

Billy's hand found your back, rubbing up your spine. "Where's your mama gone, huh baby?" You ask, as if waiting for a response. She squeaks at you, not even a meow. "I see."

Billy was enamored by you, and slipped his hand under your shirt, rubbing the skin of your back now. You ran your finger under chin, drawing out a deeper purr. "I think we ought to leave her tonight. Wait just a little longer to see about mama. No dice, then we take her to the vet. We can bring a towel out, though. I'm not sure she's old enough for soft food, and I don't wanna chance messing up her tummy."

"I trust you," he said.

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True to plan, you'd tucked her in with a towel for the night, but she was still there the next day, and mama hadn't come.

You could tell that Billy was attached to her, but you weren't sure that keeping her was a good idea.

You'd called the vet that morning, and had an appointment set up to get her checked out. "How about I get her out, and you can hold her on the way? You can let me drive your car again."

Keen on sucking up in hopes you'd let him keep her, Billy agreed, and you now found yourself driving into town, Billy holding the kitten in his lap. She was sitting up, rubbing all over his hands, licking his fingers, meowing up a storm. Shit, you thought. She likes him too.

The vet took her back, and Billy took your hand, kissing over the back of it. "You gonna let me keep her, princess?"

He was giving you his very best, watery and pleading eyes.

"I don't know, Billy. I don't know if that's the right thing to do. We'd have to buy food, and the tech said she's got to be hand-fed for a while, and then a litter box, and if we ever went anywhere, someone would have to watch her."

None of this bothered Billy, but he could see it was worrying you. "Don't sweat it, baby. I'll feed her as often as I need to. And Max could watch her! She'd be a great aunt."

You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm sure she'd love that you're volunteering her for this. And please stop treating this cat like it's our child."

He laughed at you, almost maniacally.

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You'd agreed to keep her. There was no way in hell you were going to deny Billy of this. He looked over the fucking moon when you'd given him the okay, picking you up and spinning you around.

The two of you had decided that you didn't want kids, and this was the closest you were going to get.

"C'mon, Mal. Let's go find mama." Billy lifted the kitten up from her place on the couch, setting her high up on his chest heading off in search of you. "What do you think mama's doin' Mallory? Avoiding us?" He'd spent a week trying to choose a name, but finally settled, claiming that one felt right.

Billy found you washing dishes, even though you'd said you were just going to put a sweatshirt on. "Hey, mama."

You rolled your eyes, looking down at the soapy water your hands were buried in. "You can't keep callin' me that, Hargrove." You could feel his presence behind you, and could hear the purring of the guest he'd brought along with him.

"Why's that baby? 'Cause you like it?" Your cheeks burned, and you refused to look at him.

You did like it, actually. You couldn't get over how it sounded coming from his mouth, lazy and drawn out. And you were practically beaming considering it was because you were the "mother" of a fur ball rather than an actual human.

But really, you denied him because you were jealous. Mallory was taking Billy from you, and as much as you liked her, as sweet as she was, you were kind of hurt.

He'd spent hours hand-feeding her from a little milk bottle given to you by the veterinarian, picked out a little collar with a bell so he'd know where she'd run off to, bought her a tiny bed to put in your room.

The other night he'd been sprawled out on the couch, bare-chested, and she'd taken the spot on his chest that you wanted. You felt betrayed after she'd been so nice to you at first.

She sat on the counter while he brushed his teeth, on the rug while he showered, came barreling down the hall when he got home from work.

But you were happy that he was happy, glad that he had something to occupy his time, take care of and nourish. It was just the kind of thing he needed. But you couldn't help but feel as though a cat had stolen your boyfriend.

"No. I hate it," you told him, though he didn't believe you in the slightest.

Billy set the cat down, telling her to go play, which she did, sliding across the floor and attacking a mouse full of catnip. "Stoner," he mumbled, turning back to you where you were draining the water from the sink.

His hands found your sides. "You're avoiding me."

"Am not."

"Is it the cat?"

"No, Billy." You tried to move out of the kitchen, but he caught you and pressed you up against the counter, so you wiped your cold wet hands across his face.

"You little shit." He rubbed his cheeks across your face trying to get the water off, but also trying to make you laugh.

"Tell me what it is, baby." Billy kept touching you, rubbing his hands up your arms, over your neck, your back, trying to love on you and coax out an answer.

"I'm jealous of the cat," you tell him.

"I knew it." He kisses you then, firmly. "Don't gotta be, princess. I'll always love you more. Just don't let her hear that. Is it 'cause I've been givin' her so much attention?" You nodded your head, him copying the motion. "Yeah?"

"How about I let you feed her more often? I just get excited is all. You're a real good mama. We. Will. Be. The best. Kitty parents. Ever." He punctuated each word with a kiss, making you warm all over. "Deal?"

"Deal."

"'Mama' doesn't really bother you, does it? I kinda like it. It's kinda hot." You played with a curl hanging in between his eyebrows, ran your thumb over the slit in his right one.

"No. It's just fine." You said it like a whisper, making him smirk at you, run his tongue along his teeth.

"Good. Now c'mon, mama. Wanna lay down."

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Billy walked down the hall, and into the living room, spotting you on the couch with Mal on your chest. You caught his eye and shook your fist in victory.

He knew she'd win you over. They were very good accomplices.

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marredmusings · 5 days

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umm so i wrote a little fic/blurb idk i don't think it's good but it's something that's been stuck in my head for a while with my own little oc named grace but her name is only mentioned a few times so it could totally be ignored and seen as reader.

anyway this is my first ever fic so please be kind to me and if you have suggestions or other fic ideas i'd love to hear them.

not proof read and lowercase intended.

and if you think it's awful please lie to me i'm fragile 😔

deny

you are a lover girl. a hopeless romantic, someone who dreams of finding "the one" and living happily ever after. kie often says you tend to fall in love a little with everyone you meet. you can't help it though, you have so much love in you, it feels like you'll burst at the seams if you don't share it with others.

you think you're in love with your best friend jj maybank. no one understands you the way the wild blond haired boy does. no one can communicate with you with just a single look the way jj does. no one makes your heart beat out of your chest and your tummy flutter the way his dimpled smile does, eyes crinkling at the corners, a slight sunburn on his nose because lord know that boy doesn't use the sunscreen you bought him.

so yeah you're in love with jj maybank but then yesterday a different boy kissed you. pope heyward, your other best friend, genius extraordinaire whom you thought was maybe in love with kie but no- he kissed you and you felt a tingle in your ever beating heart. heat filled your cheeks and your ears became fuzzy. that was a new feeling when it came to pope. it made you excited to explore because as much as you love jj, you don't think the boy would ever return your undying affection because your friendship meant too much.

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you stood in the threshold of popes bedroom, gasp stuck in your throat, eyes wide and mouth open at the sight before you. you’re not sure how to process what you’re seeing.

before you on the bed that pope kissed you on not even 24 hours ago, is jj maybank, your closest friend, kissing the heyward boy.

so many emotions flow through you at the sight before you.

shock because not once has jj; or pope for that matter mentioned or even hinted that they liked men- or each other. then again, jj has always liked beautiful people and pope is certainly that.

sadness because you and pope had literally just kissed. maybe you were naive to think a simple kiss meant something more to the boy, but it was pope, you don't think there's a mean bone in his body. then again you’ve always been too much of a romantic, too blinded to really see what’s in front of you. blinded by your want and need to be loved that perhaps you create situations in your mind that you interpret as reality? maybe you need to contact your therapist again. you're sounding even more delusional than before.

lastly, you feel jealousy. the angry green monster rumbling around in your tummy, making its way up your throat. you’re not sure what exactly is making you jealous because the image of the two boys kissing is surely confusing. are you jealous because pope is kissing another person who isn’t you? a part of you is jealous because he’s kissing jj. or maybe it’s that jj is kissing pope or that maybe they’re kissing eachother and they're not kissing you? you're not sure at this point. dear diary jealousy is a disease babes, and you are infected.

you must have made a noise because next thing you know, the two boys are pulling apart, a string of spit still connecting them and for a second your love rattled brain is jealous of it. the spit that is, because deep down you’ve always known that you wanted them both… to be the one to connect them. you feel slightly crazy being jealous of spit.

jjs face goes beat red and then flushes pale, like a ghost. he looks terrified and like he might vomit all over the floor in a second.

“grace!” popes panicked voice reaches your ears but they’re still kind of ringing from the shock of seeing your supposedly straight best friends kiss.

in your heartbroken haze you wonder if you're being a bad ally right now. you love the gays you swear! you just never pictured pope and jj as being a part of the gays ™.

you clear your throat, “jb and kie are waiting for us downstairs. we were going out on the boat today, remember?”

you try and say that as gently as possible because jj still looks like he’s going to pass out and pope isn’t much better.

popes hands are shaking as he reaches for you and a part of you wants to pull away but you’re not mean. you’ve never been mean so even if your feelings are hurt you’ll always put your best friends feelings above your own. and it looks like pope needs to touch you. maybe to hold your hand and reassure him you’re really standing there, witnessing something that you probably shouldn’t have.

so many emotions flicker through popes eyes. you can’t really see his blush but you’re sure if you touch his face it would be hotter than the sun.

pope grabs your hands in his shaking ones. you can feel how clammy they are and you hazard a look back to jj who has yet to even move. you’re a little concerned he’s gone into shock.

you let out a soft sigh and smile at the boys, a smile that is mostly genuine.

you squeeze popes hand and make eye contact with the panicked blonde boy on the bed.

“it’s ok jj. i won’t say anything if you don’t want me to.” you speak kindly, as if you’re talking to a scared feral cat.

you only see jj swallow hard. “for what it’s worth, i understand the appeal... wanting to kiss pope and all.” you tease hoping to cut the obvious tension in the room. you feel like you're the one choking now.

jj and pope both let out huffs like they’re afraid to laugh but also relieved you’re not upset.

“you’re not mad?” jj croaks like he still has a frog lodged in his throat. he looks at you with soft wonder, like you’re the best thing in his life. his stare makes your tummy flutter.

“of course not. you guys are my best friends. i only ever want you to be happy!” you reply honestly. jj deserves happiness after the shit life he’s been dealt. he deserves good things and if you have to set aside your feelings in order for him to have good things then by golly you’ll do that.

“grace, about yesterday-“ pope starts off,

“don’t worry buddy, already forgotten.” you cut him off. hopefully saving him the strife of having to apologize to you about the kiss and saving you the embarrassment of him telling you he regrets your kiss. you don't think you could survive hearing that out loud.

you march over to jj still holding popes hand, effectively dragging the boy with you. you throw your arms tightly around jjs neck and after a heartbeat, jj returns your hug. you move your head to look at pope and nod at him, encouraging him to join the hug.

“now c’mon. you know how pissy jb gets when he’s made to wait” you giggle.

you lead the boys out of popes room and home and into the twinkie without giving them an option of saying no.

“finally! i thought y’all died or something. what took so long” john b huffs in exasperation.

“my fault jb!” you quickly chirp so the boys don’t have to panic and think of a lie “pope showed me the new book he got and it’s my favourite and i starting gushing and you know me i can’t shut up and… well i forgot why i went up to get them in the first place” you giggle with a sheepish smile.

“you’re so lucky you’re cute, grace” kie laughs teasingly.

you see pope and jj making eye contact. you have a feeling you might need to play therapist for them soon. pope doesn’t know how to talk about his feelings without beating around the bush and well, jjs favourite thing to do is deny deny deny.

actually, that’s exactly what you’re gonna do too! deny you have feelings for pope. deny you have feelings for jj. deny you ever saw them kiss and deny that them kissing only upset you because you weren’t a part of it. deny that a part of you enjoyed it. deny that your feelings matter in this situation and deny that if given the chance, you’d love to be in between a beautiful jj maybank and pope heyward sandwich.

yep, deny deny deny. this is gonna be a long freaking summer.

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maple-seed · 6 months

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Thrown - Chapter 41: Eating Crow

Summary: Loki must face his past actions.

Word Count: 2,150

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Loki woke the following morning and took a moment to confirm that this was not, in fact, yet another dream. He was in your bed. You were there with him, your back against his chest, with his arms around you. This was real. He carefully lifted his head to look at you. You were still sleeping. He closed his eyes again, to focus on the sound of your breathing, to better feel you close. A part of him still didn't believe his hands were on you, but you were warm and solid beneath his touch. He was determined to stay this way for as long as possible, but it was only a few minutes before you stirred. You moved gingerly as you reached to check your phone, likely believing Loki to still be asleep. He watched you quietly until you moved to leave the bed, at which point he quickly pulled you back to him, eliciting a surprised squeak from you.

"Where do you think you're going?" He mumbled against your ear. Your sleepy laugh was his favorite he'd heard so far. "I need to feed the animals." Despite this, you still settled back against him, placing your hands on top of his. "Breidr is fat. He can wait." "Breidr is not fat." "He weighs a thousand pounds at least." "He's a horse!" "Darling, you shouldn't make excuses for him."

You rolled over in his arms, turning to face him. When your eyes met it gave the both of you pause. A moment was shared with the two of you merely absorbing the presence of the other.

"Good morning." You said softly, a smile bending one corner of your mouth. He returned the smile. "Good morning." You rested your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him. "As nice as this is, we can't stay in bed all day." "Nonsense. I'm confident we are more than capable of doing so. It really takes very little effort." You chuckled. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Thor today?"

Loki stiffened. Thor. Loki had forgotten about his brother. He would have to tell Thor about you. About this. You must have noticed his tension, you looked up at him with concern. "What's wrong?" He shook his head. "It's nothing. I just... I just realized I haven't seen Thor since yesterday, and there have been... significant developments in that time. I imagine that he'll have thoughts to share on the matter." You were quiet for a moment. "You... you don't have to tell anyone, if you don't want to." He looked down at your creased brow and laughed as he pressed a kiss to it. "My dear little bird. I wouldn't dream of keeping you a secret. You're lucky I haven't announced it in the streets." You breathed a laugh and he felt you relax against him again. "No," he continued, "the trouble is in some things I have said in the past. I held certain opinions about Midgard... and its inhabitants." He grimaced. "I don't expect Thor to have forgotten." There was a quiet moment while you processed what he said. Then he felt you shake into a silent laughter that quickly grew until you were nearly hysterical, gripping his shirt. He looked down at you with a playful frown. "I think this is a bit much." "Please." You wheezed. "Please. I want to be there." He rolled his eyes. "Absolutely not." "Please!" "No." Your laughter subsided and you brought yourself under control, then stretched to kiss his chin. "You're no fun." "I'm sure you'll hear enough later." He traced a finger down your cheek. "Now kiss me properly and I'll let you out of bed." And so you did.

This was not the first time Loki had helped you with your morning chores. He had done this a dozen times, following you out to the stable and helping you distribute feed. This morning it was a little more magical. As the two of you went about these mundane tasks there would be a lingering glance, a brush of the hand. He had never been so delighted by menial labor. You offered your hand as you began your walk back inside. He laced his fingers with yours.

"Perhaps I should wait to tell Thor." He mused as he walked. "Until the right moment comes along." You nodded. "Yeah, the right moment. What do you think that looks like?" He worried his lip. "I'm not sure. That's the trouble I suppose."

Loki tried to put the thought of his brother out of his mind. He enjoyed the peace of breakfast with you, insulated here in your cottage. When the meal was over he brought the dishes to the sink and began washing them.

You came to stand beside him and leaned against the counter with a smirk. "You're stalling." He offered a confused expression. "Stalling? Why would you say that?" "You never wash the dishes." He scoffed. "That's not true." You nudged him out of the way and picked up the plate he was rinsing. "I think you should probably just get it over with." He sighed and dried his hands. "I suppose you're right." "It might not be as bad as you think." "Ha. Thor's propensity for gloating is beyond your imagination." "Oh, I can imagine it." You looked at him pointedly. "I've seen an Odinson gloat." "He is far worse, believe me. Likely because he is so rarely in the right." You laughed and put the plate away, then turned leaned against him, placing your hands on his shoulders. "Go. Or I'll text Val and send her over there to film it." "You are a cruel one." He failed to fight back a smile as his arms encircled your waist. "I know, I'm merciless." You placed a victorious peck on his cheek.

You were right, he decided, it was better to make time with Thor before the day's work began. You walked him to the door and wished him luck, with only a moderate smirk, and he set off down the road to New Asgard. On the walk he ran through the potential conversation over and over again. He tried to find the best possible way to put it. He eventually decided to simply be direct.

When he arrived home he found Thor at the kitchen table, reviewing documents. He didn't look up as Loki entered. "Good morning, Loki." "Thor, I must tell you something." He looked up, and upon seeing his brother's serious expression he set the papers aside. "Yes?" Loki took a breath, then straightened. "I have developed affections for the mortal." Thor didn't respond, he looked as if he were waiting for something more, so Loki clarified, "Romantic affections." Thor sat waiting a moment more, then raised his brows. "Is that all?" Loki frowned. "What do you mean, 'is that all?'" Thor shrugged. "I knew this already." He gaped for a moment. "I- You know already?" Thor nodded. "Yes, for some time. It's been clear for months now." "That's not-" Loki shifted, crossing and uncrossing his arms. "I just don't see how." "I don't know what to say, Loki." Loki gave Thor a stern look. "You've truly known my feelings for months?" Thor shrugged with an apologetic smile. "Your demeanor gave it all away, I'm afraid." Loki scowled at the table, then looked to Thor again. "Does the Valkyrie know?" He gave Loki a pitying look. "Brother. You walked through a blizzard." "That was a perfectly reasonable course of action." "It really wasn't."

There was a pause as Loki stood mulling this over with irritation. Thor gave him the space to think, then cautiously looked up at his brother again. "Your mortal, you know she feels the same way, yes?" That sent Loki reeling, he all but fell into the nearest chair. "How could you possibly know that!?" He shrugged again. "It is obvious." "Not to me." Loki muttered, picking at the wood grain of the table. "You truly didn't know?" "No! All of this was only expressed yesterday evening. I thought I would have to come here to make this, this," he gestured vaguely in the air, "revelation. Only to find that you were somehow privy to all of this before we were." He sighed.

Silence stretched for a moment.

Thor took a sip from his mug and leaned back. "Now that I think on it, I can see why you didn't know." Loki turned to Thor with the most sarcastic tone he could manage. "Oh, is that so?" Thor nodded. "The greatest tell, I think, was the way her eyes would light up when the both of us would greet her. It did not happen the same way when I met her alone. Naturally, you wouldn't be there to see the difference in your absence." Loki looked away with a smile. He was familiar with the light in your eyes. The thought that it shined for him brought him beyond words. "I suppose that makes sense."

Thor picked up his mug again. "It is something, though." Something about his brother's voice set Loki on edge. "Yes?" "Well," he took a sip, for effect, "I just don't see the point in being familiar with mortals." Loki sighed and closed his eyes. "They are such simple creatures...." Loki groaned. "Thor." "Dull, really." "Thor." "One might say it's akin to courting an ant." "Yes, yes. You've made your point."

Thor's smug grin faded to a warm smile. "I'm very happy for you, brother." Loki smiled, looking down at the table again. "I'm very happy, too."

Loki struggled through the day's work and meetings. His mind wandered back to what was waiting for him at your cottage. He and Thor were meant to have dinner with you, a plan made well before all of this came to light. He knew he would see you soon enough, but his hands itched to hold you again. When the evening finally came and he and Thor were walking down the road from New Asgard, his pace may have been slightly quicker than usual.

Loki had intended to restrain his affection in front of his brother, but when you greeted them at the door he immediately pulled you into a kiss. You seemed slightly surprised by his fervor but offered no complaints. When he finally stepped away Thor immediately swept in, lifting you off your feet with a hug and a spin.

"I have been honored to call you friend." He spoke jovially as he placed you back on the ground. "I am more pleased to call you sister."

The sentiment clearly touched you, you hid your face in the hug for a moment longer than necessary. You collected yourself and smiled, and that seemed to be all that needed to be addressed. The three of you took your seats at the kitchen table, as you always did, and the night proceeded as it usually would. A meal was shared, conversation was enjoyed, laughter was in no short supply. It felt like any other dinner, the only difference being that Loki knew your heart belonged to him.

When the evening came to an end you walked them to the door and Thor wrapped you in another hug before stepping outside. Loki stood with you and took you into his arms. You draped your arms around his neck as he drew you close. Suddenly every muscle in his body was telling him to stay. He fought back the suggestion.

Loki's nose brushed your cheek. "Shall I see you tomorrow?" You smiled. "I'll be here." His smiled matched yours, and this kiss that followed was sweet and lingering. He took one more moment to simply absorb your warmth, then finally found the resolve to step away and out the door.

Thor had already started down the road, Loki had to make a quick jog to catch up. Thor stopped and turned when he heard him approaching. "I had assumed you would be staying the night." "I stayed last night. I felt I should return home." Thor nodded. "Wise. She may grow tired of you." "You jest, but that is a concern." "I'm completely serious. It's a wonder she hasn't thrown you from her home already." Loki rolled his eyes, but a smile graced his face. Thor glanced sidelong at his brother. "Stark employs many experts in fields of science and math. I could ask them to calculate how much time one can tolerate in your presence." Loki narrowed his eyes. "I will take my chances." Thor chuckled.

At home, when faced with the solitude of his bedroom, Loki felt a slight twinge of regret. Your bed seemed much more appealing than his, now. He pushed it aside, staying would have been an overindulgence. As he lay in bed and waited for sleep, his thoughts returned to the light in your eyes. It shined for him.

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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Fluffy Earthspark Bumblebee x Reader

@optimal-spark had a fantastic idea for what Bee might call a significant other and I just had to bring it into being, I may make this another writing prompt I loved it so much. Please enjoy this absolute nerd being the absolute cutest.

Bumblebee came online slowly, feeling no particular rush to abandon the comfortable bliss of power down as the sunshine steadily creeped over his vehicle mode through the trees. A quick glance about his surroundings revealed the comfortable clearing he'd found the night before had remained entirely unchanged, and he felt a tiny flash of satisfaction at having chosen such an excellent spot for the two of you to get some rest. He'd absolutely needed it after a solid eight hour drive…

A small bit of movement in his passenger seat turned his gaze to his interior, and his spark nearly melted at the sight.

You were curled up comfortably on his fully reclined seat, the makeshift nest of pillows and blankets you'd set up the night before all but enshrouding your sleeping form in a cocoon of cozy cuteness. Able to feel the warmth all around your body and the gentle rhythm of your peaceful breathing, Bumblebee was content to let you keep sleeping as long as you liked, especially considering the long day the two of you had ahead. Yesterday had also taken its toll, if the way you'd collapsed into his seat with a barely comprehensible "good night…" had been any indication, and he wanted you rested for the remaining drive. Having the pleasure of your company was what made these trips all the more bearable, even enjoyable at times, and he felt the least you were owed was the chance to sleep in. He had to hold back a chuckle as memories of all you'd done to keep him entertained during the drive cycled through his processor.

To his surprise, you cracked open your eyes with only a tiny mumble of warning, and he remained still on instinct to see if you were really awake. It was almost impossible not to react when you yawned and untangled an arm to rub your tired eyes, but he managed to keep himself quiet for the sake of the human he adored.

Lifting your head into the soft morning light and taking a moment to figure out where you were, you narrowed your eyes in confusion before recognition dawned and you smiled in the direction of his visualizer. Pulling a few blankets more tightly around yourself and rolling onto your side, you mumbled a tired but tender greeting. "Morning…"

"Morning." he replied, voice conveying a small smile even in vehicle mode. You settled more deeply into the plush padding of his seat, and he felt his frame straighten around you, the desire to protect this tiny being he so adored eroding all of his usual reservations. Some part of you just brought out all the sentimental feelings he would never have thought himself capable of, and your loving acceptance made him comfortable enough to express them on the regular. Seeing you hug your pillow and snuggle against him filled him with so much tender affection he didn't even think before he spoke next.

"Sleep well, honey?"

The words he'd chosen didn't fully process until after you reacted, head perking up and expression shifting to mild confusion as Bumblebee wished he could have teleported anywhere on Earth or beyond, the sappiness he'd let slip out threatening to overwhelm his neural net with pure embarrassment. Primus, of all the silly terms of endearment Earth had produced, why had he used that one? Was there really nothing less mortifying he could have chosen?!

"Honey?" you repeated back in surprise, sitting up in the chair and losing all traces of sleepiness in the process.

"Uh…" Bumblebee fumbled, so flustered he was certain you could feel the heat. He wanted to drive off at top speed, but was stuck in the situation he'd created for himself and could only flounder before rushing out a lame excuse.

"I'm sleep talking."

You chuckled and sat up completely, putting a hand on his dashboard to comfort him before he could die of further embarrassment. The touch helped to stabilize him enough for his gaze to return to you, and he found your expression amused but tender as you offered some much needed assurance while playing along. "Well then hopefully you'll remember me saying this when you wake up; I'd like it if you called me that again."

"Really?" he asked in surprise, perking up at the unexpected response to his unintended sappiness.

"Yes." you confirmed with a nod, voice growing a tad bit more mischievous as you continued. "Especially if I get to call you Honeybee."

To his surprise, he was not at all opposed to the idea, and his spark actually did a flip at the delightful term of endearment. The thought of being your "honeybee" had him as giddy as a newspark with their first crush, but having learned his lesson, he kept the feelings under wraps before replying with an almost diplomatic answer that would serve both of you well.

"...Only when the kids aren't around."

"Deal." you replied, laughing again as you stretched out in his cabin. "Now, what's for breakfast, Honeybee?"

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We meet again, darling pt.13 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT and violence, brief mention of SA like once btw. Sorry if this is batshit crazy!

You're woken by the throbbing in your face, as you groan you feel Abby's weight shift next to you and she suddenly pops into your eyeline as she leans over you.

"Good, you're up. How are you feeling?" You wince as you start talking.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving my ass yesterday. I thought she was the food so when she rushed me I was so shocked, I'm getting sloppy."

"Because of me?"

You hold the side of her face and smile. "No, I've got cocky, I needed to be humbled." You laughed at yourself and Abby laughed too as she started getting out of bed. "I'm going to leave when you leave because I've got to get ready for my day with Ellie." She scowls in your direction. "It's business, don't give me that look."

"What are you going to make her do?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned with."

"Seriously?"

"I do this to protect myself but I keep the things I have on people a secret. I'll keep what you did a secret."

"How do you manage to make it sound like everything you do is reasonable?"

"That's not me that's doing that." She watches you smile as her stomach drops. She forces out an awkward laugh.

"Whatever, I gotta shower will you be here when I get out?"

"Yes, darling." You wink and she shakes her head while chuckling as she walks away. You message Jeremy and get up to get some more ice for your face. Then you go to your bag and grab 500 dollars and leave it on Abby's dining table to pay for the damages. You amble back to her bed and lay down while you wait for Abby to be done in the shower.

You're sending messages and emails when Abby walks out in her towel. "Take it off1 Take it off!"

"I am already late. Don't start."

"You're no fun."

"How about I come to yours tonight?"

"Yeah I'll call when I'm home."

You both said your goodbyes and within half an hour you were back in your penthouse. You sat for a while just processing everything that happened last night and then you had a shower. You felt a lot better for it and you managed to do a good job covering the worst of the bruises with makeup so you felt okay. You had to admit your little standoff with Ellie made you only more excited for what you had planned.

Ellie stayed glued to her phone all day just waiting for you to ring but the call didn't come until nine pm.

"I'm outside, black jag, come out quickly." You hang up before she can say anything else and within minutes she's climbing into your car. Just as you did with Abby, you simply survey her appearance, her freckle-stained cheeks, the auburn hair and its shaggy cut. You notice the brightness of her eyes and then you notice the bags under them. "How are you feeling Ellie? Not too sore?"

"Are you seriously asking me that? My head hurts, thanks for that."

"Well who's fault is that?"

"If you're suggesting its mine I'll-"

"You'll do what?" You narrow your eyes at her as a warning which you were pleased to see she took.

"Where are we going?"

"If I tell you that it ruins the surprise. Be patient my love, all in good time." Ellie feels how clammy her hands have gotten as she pulls at her fingers in anticipation. You sit in the car silently until you arrive at your destination 45 minutes later. You're so excited you don't even wait for Jeremy to open the door, you just hop out. You rush round to Ellie's side and stand face to face with her as she gets out. You smile at her and she remains completely emotionless. You shrug as you begin walking to the warehouse. "Follow me!" You wait until Ellie catches up to you and you fling the door open with an enthusiastic "Surprise!"

Ellie looked up at your words and felt a chill run down her back that made her skin feel like ice. The warehouse was empty except for a chair that a man was tied to and a table next to it all on top of a plastic tarp. Ellie felt sick. The kind of sick that made her want to run and hide and never move from her bed again, but she couldn't run because you kept walking closer and she could only follow you. As you reach the tarp where the man sits unconscious Ellie takes in the scene in front of her with a hand over her mouth. On the table was a knife and gun and the man was bloody and bruised. He looked almost dead already and she noticed the large pool of blood under him, she followed the blood to find that it started from his crotch. She felt a small sickening grin on her face when she noticed his jeans were unzipped and yanked down.

"Did you-?" She gestures to the origin of the blood while looking at your smug face.

"Yeah I cut it off." Ellie scoffs. "That's why he's here. He was a runner for me, I caught wind of his indiscretions and I have no tolerance for it. I've done most of the work for you, you just need to finish him off."

"You want me to kill him? No way. You're fucking deranged."

"Look he's going to die anyway." You walk over and bend to put your ear to his slumped over head. "Sounds like he's got an hour or two left. If you don't do this you're only prolonging the inevitable. In a way you're doing him a kindness, putting him out of the misery I've caused him. Just shoot him Ellie. One clean shot to the head, that's it."

"How do you rationalise your actions?"

"I don't, you do." You were still kneeled down listening to the man's wheezy shallow breaths, that mischievous grin never once leaving your face. "One shot Ellie, one shot and you feel how Anderson feels, you have what she has. Do you know why I am the way I am?"

"You're immoral."

"I'm powerful. What we're doing here, we're playing God. That power, all you have to do to feel that, is kill him." You stand and walk over to the table holding the weapons to draw her attention to them. You relish in the way she follows you with those dazzling eyes of hers as you feel like you're under a spotlight. "One shot Ellie, that's all it takes."

Without another word Ellie marches to the table and snatches the gun, aiming it for the man. She breathes in and before she even has a chance to second guess herself she shoots the man. "Oh my god." Her ears start ringing as she feels her heart beat all throughout her body. The throbbing in her head reduces her vision to a blur and her mouth suddenly feels dry. As her arm is about to drop from the weight of the gun antagonising the shaking of her limbs she feels your hand enclose around her wrist as the other takes the gun from her.

"Thank you Ellie. That was beautiful. How did it make you feel?" Your voice is soft as you hand her a crisp white handkerchief.

"Powerful."

"Exactly Ellie. I knew you'd understand. Come on, I'll take you home." You both start walking away from the corpse and Ellie finds herself sneaking glances back at the slumped man. As she watches you climb into the drivers side of your car for once she looks around for any sign of the driver. She shrugs her shoulders and gets in beside you. "If you're worried about anyone finding him there are people clearing up as we speak."

"I'm not worried."

"Hm okay good." You continue driving in silence until you reach Ellie's apartment. "You did good tonight Ellie, I'm impressed."

"Thanks. I'll see you soon?" As she questions you she smirks and you notice the change in her eyes: they're brighter and they have that sparkle when they look at you. The same sparkle Abby has.

"You'll be seeing me very soon." You lean in and whisper in her ear. "You're mine now." You pull away and smile angelically, she chuckles back at you before getting out of the car and walking to her home.

"I'm outside, hurry up." It felt like hours before Abby appeared at the car with a puzzled expression as she looks at you in the driver's seat.

"Hey, what's up?"

"That's what you call hurrying up? Put your seatbelt on." The second you hear her seatbelt click into place you take off for yours.

"Fucking hell, do you want to drive any faster?" When you don't reply Abby studies your face only to notice the small blood splatters spotting your appearance. She can't see much as your eyes are planted firmly on the road but she knows something is different. You pull up to your penthouse and practically throw the keys at the valet before dragging Abby through the entrance. Everything was setting your body on fire, you forgot this feeling and how inpatient it made you. The second the doors of the elevator shut you pushed Abby up against the wall, grabbing her by her hoodie and pulling her into an all-consuming kiss. As the doors 'ding' and open you grab her pulling her into the penthouse before locking the doors of the elevator.

Abby looks you up and down taking in your appearance. Your half-lidded eyes with the eyelashes that you bat at her tellingly. The smirk that you get when you know you're winning, it was the same smirk that was plastered on your face the night you and Abby spoke on the balcony. Your clothes, all black but smeared with a shiny substance, the same substance dotted your face giving you dark-red freckles. She realised you were covered in blood the second she noticed the knife in your hand that was surprisingly clean. "I cleaned it off already don't worry. Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?"

"What?" Abby scoffs and laughs, half in disbelief, half slightly panicked at your off putting behaviour.

"Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?" You saunter over to her, eyeing her like you're going to devour her.

"No, I guess not."

"Good." You smile menacingly and Abby gasps as she hears the ripping of her hoodie. She winces as the tip of the knife scratches a line up her stomach and past her chest so hard small bubbles of red begin to appear in its trail. You reach the neck of the hoodie and she feels the knife press against her throat as she backs away, she shuts her eyes as she tries to get as far away from the knife as possible although her eyes dart open again as she feels the knife being removed from its place against her neck and sees you are entranced by the cut going up her sternum. You make eye contact as you dart forward and lick away the blood on her skin all the way from the elastic of her sweatpants to her collarbones. "God you taste good."

Abby gasps into your mouth when you catch her lips in a rushed kiss and she tastes her blood on your tongue. You grab her nipples and twist as you smile into the kiss.

"Ow! You're a sadist."

"That makes you a masochist. Get on your knees." She sighs and chuckles as she gets on her knees in front of you.

"Only for you, darling."

"Oh right answer! You are doing things to me." You drag what remains of her hoodie over her head and thread your fingers through her braid until its loosened enough for you to grab a handful of. "I need a favour, love."

She kisses your thigh and feels the sticky sheen of blood coating her lips and chin. "Anything."

"I need you to eat me out so bad. Can you do that?" She doesn't even respond she just starts yanking your bottoms down with your underwear. You kick them off as you ditch your coat too, feeling like your skin is burning to the touch. You immediately feel her lips attach to your throbbing clit and you look down to meet her piercing gaze as your left hand grabs a fistful of her hair pulling her impossibly closer as she lifts your right thigh to wrap around her bare back before dragging her hand back up your leg and squeezing your ass cheek harshly. "Oh fuck, yeah just keep doing that."

Abby continues like this was the first time she had eaten in a week and before long you were groaning as you came so hard your head spun. "Thanks babe, that was amazing. Now go sit on the couch and wait for me. Please." You had your knife at her neck and it moves with her as she nods and rises. You both lock eyes when you hear the pops of her knees as she stands and you giggle as she immediately shakes her head. "Damn you're getting old."

"Shut up, sorry you're a demon that doesn't age."

"I'm gonna let you off for comparing me to a vampire tonight. Don't take my kindness for weakness."

"I love your kindness."

"Shut up, go sit down." You're smiling at her despite the annoyance in your tone and she starts walking backwards looking you up and down as you ogle her muscular chest. You felt like you had won the lottery when you realised she hadn't worn a bra under her sweatshirt and you're still entranced as you watch her walk to your couch. You discard of the rest of your clothes and inspect the red lining of Abby's blood on the point of the knife. You pop the knife into your mouth as you follow Abby and savour the taste of her, you feel invincible, like a god even when the knife nicks your tongue and you taste the iron filling your mouth and when you meet Abby's needy gaze the feeling only intensifies.

You kiss her like you'll die if you don't and as you pull away you stick your thumb in her mouth collecting some of her spit and smearing it across her lips and chin. You hum in satisfaction when you see the pinkey hue of the spit from your blood as you push her down to lay horizontally on the couch.

"Are you wet darling?" You purr at Abby.

"What do you think?"

"Keep giving me that attitude and you get nothing else from me tonight."

"Oh come on, you know you're turning me on so bad, so come here and do something about it."

"Oh that was smooth."

"I know." You laugh as you pull her sweatpants and underwear down so you're both naked and climb on top of her slotting your hips to hers. You throw the knife down on the floor without looking to see where it landed as you place a hand over each of her boobs that pushed back at your touch as her back arches when you roll your hips into hers over and over again. She pulls you down so you're pinned against her chest as you both continue rocking against each other and moans into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that she caught your lips in. You both finish with screams and grunts and she scratches your trembling back.

"Follow me, I have a surprise for you."

"Jesus your stamina is ridiculous."

"Don't worry you old lady I'll do the work for now and let you catch your breath."

"Well alright then." She jumps up and follows you savouring the curve of your ass and the sway of your hips as you ascend the stairs to your bedroom. She feels like she’s entranced as she follows you, her cheeks heating up when you cast glances over your shoulder at her. As she walks into your room she's reminded of the last time she was here and her pussy throbs. Her attention falls on the box on your bed and she snaps back to reality to immediately inspect what's inside.

"I figured it would make sense for us to have one here as well. Want to put it on?" She nods her head as she rips the box containing the new strap on to shreds. You giggle as she looks like a child on Christmas ripping open the box but you go quiet again as she fits the harness round her hips and meets your eyes. "Go sit down, get comfy." You nod at the bed as you bite your lip.

"You're so hot."

"I know." You straddle her thighs and sink down on the strap, wincing at the size but persevering until you feel her hips under your legs. You grab her by the back of the neck and pull her forward so your bodies are pressed together. She bucks up into you and you pinch her cheek. "Bad girl."

"Who's fault is that?" You gasp as she chuckles and you push her down by her chest and start grinding down onto her. She tries to grab at your hips to guide you but you pin her wrists down.

"No touching." She whines and you smile as you continue moving on top of her. You speed up and only when your thighs feel like they're on fire do you feel her grinding up into you. You gasp and lean down wrapping your arms around her neck allowing her to encase you in her strong arms.

"What happened to know touching huh?"

"Shut up, I changed my mind."

"Thank god." She flips you both over and presses your thighs to her hips and she drags the dick in and out of you slow and deep. As she speeds up she leans down and spits into your mouth that had fallen open. "Swallow." You swallow her spit and groan as you feel your legs begin to shake. Abby looks down and takes in the sight of the strap gliding in and out of you so easily as it gets shinier with each thrust. You dig your nails into her back and she hisses as she slams into you harder as a response and before you can get a word out your orgasm washes over you and you see white as you whole body tenses. You hear Abby groan and feel her weight collapse on top of you as your muscles slowly relax.

"Good day babe?" She laughs as she looks up at you resting her chin on your chest while massaging your side.

"Good doesn't begin to describe it. Ellie was very obedient, I was impressed."

"You have a way of making people bend to your will."

"Yeah I know that's why you're my bitch."

"You are so unpleasant sometimes."

You both laid together for some time catching your breathe until you dragged her to the shower to get clean. You both argued about the temperature until you settled on a warm shower that she jumped out of much quicker. "Do you want me to change the sheets while you finish up in here?"

"Yes that would be amazing thank you. There's fresh sheets in the closet to the left of my room." She kisses you and leaves you to your shower as you turn the heat dial to as hot as it will go. You feel the water washing away all the dirt from today and as you savour the warmth of the shower you notice your skin feeling as though it is buzzing with the indestructible surge of power you haven't been able to shake since Ellie pulled the trigger.

psa: sorry this took a couple days, life got busy and then i got so high last night i slept for 13 hours so there was not much time to write. Hope this lives up to expecations and if it makes no sense im sorry im still super baked rn <33

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blo0dybimbobitch · 24 days

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Smoke Tricks pt.2 -- stoner/plug!reader X Stoner!Choso, stoner!Suguru, stoner!Satoru

Content: You wake up in Choso's bed after spending the night at his place, and he's smitten. Later, you find yourself flirting with Satoru to get back at your cheating ex Suguru, who you unfortunately still live with, and you wonder if it's worth it. Characters are aged up 23+

Warnings: 18+, mentions sex, making out, cannabis consumption 🔞 wc: 3k~4k

A/n: takes me fucking 5,000 goddamn years to write something and feel satisfied but it's okay, I'm learning to love the process. I hope you like part 2. Im fasho working on a part 3, I love drama like this ngl hehe makes me kick me feet and giggle like a little girl.

Chapters: 1 • 2

The gentle rhythm of the rain pattering against the window stirs you and your eyes focus. Morning blue light casts shadows of swaying trees around the room. You feel an arm wrapped around your waist and soft breathing on your back. Looking over your shoulder, you find Choso, who's buried his face in between your shoulder blades, still asleep. Slowly, you flip onto your back, and he whimpers before cuddling into your side, hooking his leg over yours. He says your name and buries his face in your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair and take note of its softness, so silky and feather like. The feeling of your nails on his scalp makes him shiver, and you can feel his morning wood grow against your leg. A tired giggle escapes your lips, and Choso looks up at you with his tired, red eyes. His hand mindlessly travels under your shirt to rest on your navel, softly caressing your skin, and he whispers, “Goodmorning.” The line over his nose scrunches as he rests his chin on you, taking in the view.

Many a night, you've ached for someone to cuddle with you like this, especially after Suguru. Part of you couldn't believe that you were waking up in Choso's bed. You had vowed to focus more on yourself after everything, turning down every guy that popped out of the woodwork once you were single again. Especially Suguru's annoying ass best friend Satoru, who did not hesitate once the opportunity presented itself. But now the cute aloof skater from class was caressing you and admiring you with such gentleness and care that you'd have thought Suguru hated you in comparison when you were with him.

“Goodmorning Choso,” you squeeze him with your arm wrapped around his neck. The blankets encase the two of you in a warm, blissful hideaway as he rubs his face on you, his whole body stretching against yours.

“You're so comfortable, I wish we could stay here forever,” he rasps, and before you can formulate a response, he leans in and gently kisses you, unable to fight the urge. He pulls away, feeling kinda awkward that he didn't ask permission to kiss you, but then you bring him back in, sleepily pressing your lips to his, reassuring him. He hums into you, smiling and relieved, as he props himself up with his elbows. Your hands drift to his strong shoulders and pull him in closer, and he's almost on top of you. Choso feels a deep want stirring inside him, hearing the sounds of your lips smacking together, the taste of your saliva in his mouth, and the way you kiss him back. Your passionate embrace stirs up a new intensity in him, igniting a fierce desire. Soft moans escape your lips, and you feel a throb between your legs, and his tongue swipes across your lips. Your morning starts with a heated make-out session in Choso's bed before being interrupted by a soft knock at the bedroom door. He breaks the kiss as pink ruffled hair pokes through the door.

“O-onii chan?,” Yuji, his youngest brother, pokes his head through, “Are you still going to make the strawberry waffles you promised yesterday?” His voice is shy, and he's still in his pj's. Choso clears his throat, feeling a little embarrassed, “Yeah, I'll be right out there, bud.” His voice is deep from sleep,“Why don't you start, and I'll be out there soon, okay?” He speaks with stern compassion to his brother.

“But it comes out so much better when you-” He stops when he notices his brother has someone with him in bed, and he blushes, feeling like he walked in on something. Without saying anything else, he shuts the door. The sound of his scurrying to the kitchen to tell his brothers makes you blush.

“Sorry about him,” Choso sits up, shirt all twisted around his body, “You wanna eat some waffles? I hear they're good for hangovers.” He rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“I'd love to stay for some breakfast.” You smile warmly and sit up, removing the hoodie from last night, cracking your neck, “and I do kinda have a headache from last night.”

The rest of the morning is relaxing. You sit at the counter, watching Choso cook in the cute apron his brothers got him, while they play video games in the living room. The scent of strawberry waffles fills the house, and you enjoy a full breakfast spread with them. How close they are makes you see Choso differently, his love and compassion for his brothers highlights how much family means to him, and you respect that. The idea of him being such a good father floats around in the back of your mind all morning. You blush, feeling like you're thinking way way too far ahead.

After breakfast, you help Choso clean up even though he insists you don't have to, “How could I not help when you smoked me out last night and cooked me breakfast?” You say behind him at the sink as you wrap your arms around his torso. Red blossoms across his cheeks as butterflies tickle his stomach.

“C’mon, it's the least I can do, especially for a girl like you.” After you guys finish cleaning up, he takes you out to the back porch to finish your coffees and smoke a joint together before you go.

“So, what do you have planned for today?” He asks as he passes the lit joint to you, admiring, as the morning sun breaks through the clouds and illuminates Your face.

“Well I'm hoping to meet with my plug and re-up today, might go to In n Out with them like we always do when they're moving some weight,” you sit opposite to him under their backyard awning, “What about you? No class today, thank God.” you take a drag.

“I'm probably gonna try to get a workout in before the rain starts up again, clean up around the house, chill out.. ” he trails off. The two of you watch the clouds and chat like you do in class, passing the joint between the two of you until Choso puts the smoldering filter out in the ashtray on the little side table.

“Well, thank you again for hanging out with me, and selling me some really good stuff,” he places his hand on your thigh, his thumb drawing circles, “I'd-” he clears his throat, “I'd love to give you a kiss before you go, if that's okay?” He asks with an innocent smile, his hair framing his face. It's been a while since someone made you feel like you didn't have to perform or put on a facade. And you're glad that it's Choso. You find yourself hoping that there isn't any other girl in his life right now.

“I would love that,” you stand and he rises with you, tugging on his hoodie you're wearing from last night, bringing you in close for a big hug and you giggle, burying your face in his chest. He wraps his long arms around your neck and squeezes you, not wanting to let you go, and you inhale his musk. Guarded by his arms from the wind, you ask, yawning, “maybe I'll come over for a nap later. Your bed is so comfortable and warm, especially with you in it.” He feels warm at your words of endearment, thinking about falling asleep with you again.

“Come over whenever you want, don't even ask, I'm usually always home, ” he pulls your head back just enough to see just your eyes and he kisses your forehead, arms still encasing you, “I'm serious, anytime you want.” he releases you and walks you back inside. His siblings are nowhere to be found as you gather your things. Choso opens the front door, and the two of you stand out front on the porch, backpack over your shoulder. His fingers dangle close to yours, and he takes a deep breath.

“I-I'm,” he smiles awkwardly and scratches his head, “I'm gonna miss you and- yeah,” he stumbles over his words, the high making his heart race, feeling shy about his newfound attachment to you. You ease him with a hand over his heart, and he exhales, “I’d like to see you again, not just in school but,” he pauses and sways towards the house, his hand going to clutch yours over his heart, “like this, again.” His eyes sparkle at you and he brings your hand to his lips, softly kissing your knuckles.

“I'd like to see you again too Choso,” he takes a step closer and pulls you in by your hips, your arms wrap around his neck.

The air is charged as he ghosts near your face, his voice hushed, “Can I kiss you now?” You nod, and his hand goes to cup your cheek, and he leans in, taking your lips in his. He bites your bottom lip, making you smile and giggle against him, fingers going to tug on his silky hair. He groans, and his hand squeezes the back of your neck, earning a small moan from you. Choso releases you slowly, humming, and with hooded eyes and weak knees, you walk down to your car at the curb. He calls out to you as you put your stuff in the backseat.

“Text me when you get home!” you give him a thumbs up and blow him a kiss in response, giggling at how red he gets when he pretends to catch it. Your car rumbles alive and you watch the image of Choso grow smaller in your rear view mirror.

•••••

He stands outside, watching you drive off with a far away look in his eye, his heart trying hard not to jump the gun, but it's already too late. He's totally, completely, madly infatuated with you now. His thoughts drift to the next time he might see you as he stands out on the porch daydreaming, your car now completely out of sight. A knock on the window jolts him out of his daydream.

“Onii-chan!” Itadori opens the front door and their siblings are right behind him, all excited for their older brother since he's never, ever brought a girl home before, let alone slept with one. They clamor over each other, dragging him back inside, all of them giving their older brother a rough pat on the back, pushing him around asking him for details and whatnot making Choso laugh at their excitement.

“Guys, guys!” They fall silent in anticipation of their older brother divulging them in detail about his night. But as a good older brother, setting an example is important, and Choso reminds himself of this before continuing,

“A gentleman never tells.” They all let out a collective, exaggerated sigh as they push their older brother around a bit more. He doesn't one hundred percent remember where he's heard that phrase before, but He's pretty sure he's heard Tsukumo say It before.

“You should ask Tsukumo what to do!” Itadori blurts out, as if on cue, “she's a girl, she could help you with your new girlfriend!” Choso blushes at Itadori's assumption.

“She's not my girlfriend, not yet at least, ” His hand goes to hold his chin as he thinks, “I'm pretty sure I have to ask her to be my girlfriend first, consent is important Yuji.” he says in his older brother tone, “but I think you're right, I should ask for advice,” he takes out his phone as he heads to the garage to start his morning workout.

•••••

The sun, breaking through the clouds, feels warm on your skin as the open car window invites the wind to tousle your hair. As you sit parked outside your apartment, your mind drifts, the silence leading you to think about last night. How good and right you felt in Choso's arms. The way he kissed you with such desperation in bed and before you left. How cute it was that whenever he cooks he wears an apron his younger brothers got for him. You smile to yourself thinking about him dashing around the kitchen that morning. Your phone chimes,

You make it home, okay?

A silly stoney smile overtakes your face as you type out your reply.

I did. Thanks for spending time with me last night <3

His concern for you makes your heart flutter. You grin as you walk up to the door, the high from smoking masking the dread in your approach. You know who's inside. Suguru, Satoru as always, and her. Suguru and her were always together now, all up in your apartment, totally shameless, as if the last 4 years meant nothing. It stings every time you see them together, and today was no different. The energy from last night gives you courage, and you dawn a fake unbothered gaze, unlocking the door.

A Dank cloud pours out, and it burns your eyes, making you cough. Suguru's music playing on the TV makes you wince, your temples already slightly throbbing. Satoru stares up at you with his goofy bloodshot blue eyes. It looks like they've been smoking for a while, and it's only noon.

It's too fucking early for this.

“Yo, we were just talking about you, where were you last night?” Suguru asks, looking fresh out of the shower, wet black strands sticking to his face. He blows smoke in your direction while passing Satoru the infused blunt. Since the incident, you've been giving him the cold shoulder, speaking in as few words as possible when you had to. You know what he really wants to know about your night, especially since you're wearing a hoodie he's never seen before. Your phone chimes again.

Ignoring him, you check your phone standing in front of the door, letting it shut behind you, pretending what you're looking at on your phone is more important than anything he'd ever have to say to you. He curiously watches as you smile at your screen. After you text Choso back, you shoot a text to your plug to meet up soon. Silently, you walk over to the coffee table in front of them, looking for the eighth you left out the day before, only to find that it's open and mostly smoked.

“Are you fucking serious?” You pick up the mostly empty jar and turn to give them both a death stare, “You guys are nothing but fucking moochers.” You lean over and snatch the blunt from Satoru's lips, hitting it hard.

“Hey! don't be like that. You know we would've shared with you if you were here.” Satoru's voice is raspy as he whines while motioning for you to come sit next to him on the couch. You cross your arms and stiffen, lording over them even though you were vastly shorter than them when standing.

“Oh how nice, you're so kind to have the intention to share my own shit with me, I'm so glad.” Your tone is sarcastic, and before Satoru can reply, the sound of the bathroom door opening catches your attention, and you freeze when you realize who's standing there. It's her. Without skipping a beat, you snatch the remains of your eighth from the table and turn to walk away, taking the blunt with you to your room. Suguru says something, but you tune him out.

“Hey! It's still my hit!” Satoru stands up and follows the blunt and you into your room, closing the door behind him. You roll your eyes and perch yourself up at your big open window overlooking the parking lot. Satoru sits across from you as you blow smoke out the window, “She still bothers you, huh? I thought you guys would've been cool by now.” How he processes information will always baffle you.

“I don't know what the fuck gave you that idea,” you pass him the blunt, scoffing at him, “Whenever She's here it just reminds me of the way I caught them. In the living room, all greased up and fucking each other like their lives depended on it. Fucking nasty.” You feel disgusted, shaking your head as the image resurfaces in your mind. Your phone dings.

The two of you sit in silence as you text Choso back, Satoru observing you before he says what's been on his mind, “So,” his smile is mischievous, “when did you start skateboarding?" His blue eyes narrow as he smirks, pulling the strings on the Thrasher hoodie you're wearing, curious about who or what got you out of the funk Suguru caused. He feels a twinge of jealousy, recalling how he offered himself to you as a rebound only days after he learned about the incident, coyly plotting after Suguru told him about what he did, but you turned him down. He figured since you kissed him all those years ago, long before you met Suguru, he'd be an obvious rebound. But he was wrong. Satoru would never say it out loud, but he has always believed Suguru never really deserved you.

"This isn't mine," you say, holding eye contact for a second as he hits the blunt, “and if I did why the fuck would you care?”

��Woah, why so aggressive? All this weed you smoke and sell and you're still so mean,” he pokes you teasingly passing you the blunt, “you're probably grumpy because this guy can't fuck you right.” You cough, shocked at how he just says it, and the smoke gets caught in your lungs, burning your chest. He laughs as you compose yourself.

“We didn't fuck,” you sip your water bottle to soothe your throat, “and if we did it wouldn't be any of your business.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, you know how well I know you,” he scoffs, “Don't get mad at me for calling out the obvious. You haven't been with anyone since Suguru, huh?” He looks out the window, white hair dangling in front of his glasses. It was annoying how true that was. He did know you well, irritatingly well. Throughout your relationship with Suguru, Satoru has always been there, watching you with his bright blue eyes, hidden messages beneath them, temping you, but you never entertained them.

You met Satoru at your first dispensary job about 5 years ago. He was the star pretty boy salesman, who was the top budtender when you started. You impressed him with your knowledge, and you quickly gave him a run for the title. He grew fond of you, and one night at a work event, he kissed you, both of you tipsy and high, long before you got to know Suguru. But you soon learned how fickle Satoru was, and after that first kiss, things were slightly awkward. At least for you.

“You know, not everything is about sex Satoru, I have bigger things to focus on anyway.” you shake your head at him, and you feel yourself starting to get annoyed.

Satoru knew you would say something like that, ‘bigger things to focus on’, you always do when you're trying to distract yourself. He wanted to laugh because he could definitely think of something bigger he could give you to focus on.

"Well, if you are looking for something bigger to focus on,” he takes the blunt from your hand, “I may just be the person you're looking for.” You push his face away, causing him to fall off the edge he was sitting on, making you cackle at him, the high making it funnier than it really was. Satoru jumps up quickly, hissing at the hot cherry that fell out of the blunt onto his lap, burning a hole through his sweats. Before he can say something else, a car horn honks outside, and you jump up to grab your backpack.

"Hey, where are you going?" He grabs your shoulder and turns you around. The feeling of his grip on your shoulder and the look on his face when you look up at him, as he towers above you, makes it hard to fight the wave of heat that washes over you. You'd never tell him, but he was always soo attractive to you

"I've got a meeting." You turn to put your shoes on at the door, and he follows you out of your room.

"You'll be back tonight, right? I have something to show you." He takes a seat near Suguru, who's on the couch with her on his lap, swapping smoke from between their lips, probably from some shit you sold Suguru. Your eyebrow twitches.

You scoff and focus on Satoru to keep from seeing the display Suguru was putting on in your living room. You innocently furrow your brow, allowing Satoru to flirt with you, "Like what?"

“Come find out.” he wiggles his eyebrow at you, and you notice how Suguru's attention is now on his friend, looking slightly annoyed. You smile at Satoru, something rarely seen around your apartment anymore these days, and he winks at you. Shaking your head, you close the door, feeling a small sense of satisfaction, leaving them with your absence once again.

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Running away

Chapter 3

Anagapesis

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Summary: Life really had it in for you. Just moving to a new apartment seemed to unleash a brand new hell

Warnings: Panic Attack

"I hate this," Grace huffed with a pout on her face, making her face appear rounder. This time her blonde wavy hair had been put up in a high bun with multiple vibrant coloured clips to push the stray strands out of her face.

Her usual skirt was nowhere to be seen as she wore blue washed-out jeans with a red knit sweater on, that engulfed her entire body. Her bracelets never seemed to leave her arms either since the first day.

Grace seemed to never have a bad looking day. She always put a lot of effort into what she wore and made even the most simplest clothes look outstanding.

"It's not that bad," you tried to sound encouraging, knowing that she was exhausted and probably wanted to quit. She had even once accidentally spoken too loudly around your employer, which ended up getting her into trouble.

"You're lucky that you still have this job, Grace!" The stern voice of your employer, Josephine, was heard as you bit your lip, not knowing how to react. It was still early, so only you, your co-workers and employer were present.

The lecture went on for minutes, which seemed more like hours at this point, and once Josephine thought that Grace heard enough of her rant, she left you all to yourselves.

"Old hag," the twenty-year-old girl had muttered under her breath, with both of her arms crossed. She had rolled her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows, making her green eyes look kind of intimidating, completely different from the way they would usually shone in their own unique way.

You just snickered quietly at her when she muttered quietly, or at least that's what Grace thought when the loud, agitating voice yelled, "I heard that!".

Grace turned her head towards you so quickly that you were almost afraid that she might have broken her neck at the process of it. "Well, you didn't have to clean every single shelve until she was pleased with the result," you followed her exaggerated hand gestures with your eyes, trying to hold back the smile that was slowly making its way to your face.

"I'm sure she made her way outside to collect dirt and put it into one of those yellow buckets she has lying around. She probably even scraped the streets clean just to throw the dirt onto these shelves, I just know it!" She pushed her round, black-framed glasses up her button nose in anger, making her look like a little chipmunk.

Not being able to hold back the grin on your face, you interrupted her before she could rant any further. "Maybe the shelves have always been this dirty. I never looked at them too closely. "

Grace narrowed her eyes at you in annoyance, "Nope, I always look at the shelves and they were clean yesterday. Like, nobody goes to the encyclopedia section, so why would the shelves there be dirty!?" Her arms moved around almost comically, even hitting the desk lightly in process.

It had been ten days since you'd moved, and you liked it here. Working at the library wasn't so boring with Grace around, having her daily shenanigans. It made your days by far more enjoyable since she never ran out of energy.

The only thing that was still questionable was the whole apartment complex thing with Amanda and Simon. Nothing too suspicious happened, but it still made you wonder what happened to make Amanda dislike him. Even some other people in your apartment complex didn't like him when you asked them for their opinion.

But Simon... Simon wasn't bad. He didn't seem to be a bad guy. Sure, he was questionable when it came to hiding himself from other people's eyes, but that shouldn't be a reason to hate him.

After your first conversation with Edith, you really tried to keep an open mind and not let others control your thoughts about him. And indeed, things did change.

You noticed little things about him whenever you two came across each other. His walk was something you hadn't noticed before, he walks silently, not a single footstep being heard. But the more you observed him, the more you realized that he didn't do it forcibly, it must have been a habit, but it looked strange to you. To see such a big man almost as quiet as a mouse, if not quieter than a mouse.

Simon's posture was just like Amanda's, absolutely perfect. Standing straight in a way you could only hope for. His head was always held high as well, never tilting down unless he saw you.

His body language told you nothing. It was a mystery, he was a mystery. It was as if he was hiding something. If he had also covered his hands up, you would have thought he wasn't even human.

His big hands would often times be inside his hoodie or pant pockets, only letting them be visible when he pulled his keys out to open the door to his apartment. Whenever you saw even the slightest glimpse of his hands, they would make you shiver slightly, not even knowing why. His hands looked pretty, even though they were obviously rough and calloused.

The pale, healed scars on them didn't make you any less curious. There were just too many scars for them to be accidents, unless he had a clumsy side to himself which made the corners of your lips curl up a little. Imagining him stumbling over his own feet was both hilarious and endearing.

You even looked forward to his little nods in greeting. You still hadn't heard a single sound from him, not even a hum or a sigh. Only his nods were the only indication you had to be sure that he had seen and heard you.

Daydreaming, as usual, didn't seem to be the best thing to do around Grace because she suddenly flicked your forehead. The flick stung a little, probably leaving a light red hue on your forehead.

Rubbing the spot, you glared at her "Why did you do that?". The young woman's face looked at you as if you were the dumbest person she had ever met. She even crossed her arms over her chest and had removed her glasses, which were now lying on the desk between the two of you.

"First, you ignored me when I talked about our 'lovely' boss," she continued, empathizing the word 'lovely' with her voice, "and second, you started grinning like an idiot, so I thought about either taking a picture or flicking your forehead to make you stop".

Happy with the fact that she had chosen the latter, she burst your bubble "And I did both of those things".

You just rolled your eyes at her.

This day had been stressful, probably more so for Grace, but also for you, because there were a lot of students here today. Probably studying for their finals, which didn't bother you at all, the problem was that they wanted to start an argument with you about the fact that there were no more seats available, which you had tried to resolve until you realized that nothing you would do would make these students happy, so you just sent them over to Henry, who also worked here.

"Since you ignored me, how about you tell me the reason for your smile?" Grace asked you while giving you a playful wink, already internally groaning at her.

In those couple of days, you had told her about Amanda and Simon. Not going too deep with the details, but just enough for her to not get worried, and you were already starting to regret it.

She would ask you about Simon every day, and the answer would be the same. "How's Simon doing?" She sounded all hearty, not caring at all about your lack of expression, already having guessed that it was about your next door neighbour.

Groaning, you put your face in your hands, slightly muffling your words "I don't know, kid." You really couldn't answer that question. There had never been a real conversation between the two of you.

And before Grace could open her mouth, you interrupted her, "How's Jake doing?" With this question, the young woman's face lit up. Her smile was almost dazzling. It was probably the biggest you had ever seen on her face.

Her eyes got a slight bit wider at the mention of his name, almost twinkling a little. Her pupils dilated, showing far less of her green eyes now.

"He's great - Well, I-I mean, he's doing great -" Before she could embarrass herself any further, you chuckled at her. It was obvious that she had fallen in love with this guy she had met three days ago.

From what she had told you, or rather swooned over, he was exactly her type. Light brown curly hair, tanned skin, tall, a little intimidating at first glance, but apparently, he was very sweet to her.

You were happy for her, but still a bit wary since it had only been three days, and you didn't want her to get her heart broken into a million pieces.

And while she continued her long talk about him, you heard a small notification sound coming from your phone. Ignoring it for the moment, you just listened to what Grace told you.

Her crush liked basketball, went to university, and so on. It seemed endless as she listed you all of Jake's qualities. In some of these listed things you teasingly jabbed at her, as she could only respond in a sheepish tone, far too engrossed with Jake to care about your little remarks about the "most perfect man who existed just for her".

What got to you, though, were the notifications. You still didn't look at them, ignoring them, wanting to give Grace some attention. At first it was just a single notification, but then it continued a few more times, leaving you a little confused, since you didn't really have much contact with others, except for a few of your family members.

Not bothering for now, you decided to look through them when your shift was over. You rubbed the back of your neck, which was a little stiff from not sleeping well last night.

Your shift had ended half an hour ago, and you finally made it to your apartment complex. The weather outside hadn't been too bad, just a little cold, but nothing to complain about.

The rest of your work day had just been filled with several students trying to find a place to study and listening to Grace's stories. Even though you never really thought that working in the library would be exhausting, it was indeed exhausting because today it was just you and Grace.

Your other co-workers had left earlier and your employer didn't care, as usual, and let you and Grace take care of everything else.

Eyes fixed on the stairs, you walked up while holding the railing. You thought back to your work day and remembered that you still had to go through your messages.

It wasn't long before you were on your floor, walking towards your apartment door as you opened the messages that had been sent, and that's exactly what you shouldn't have done.

You stopped dead in your tracks, as if someone had just pulled out a gun and pointed it at you. With no control over your body, your hand dropped the phone to the ground.

Normally, you would have picked it up to make sure the phone's display wasn't broken, but this time was different. You couldn't care less. You felt numb all over, unable to move an inch of your body the way you wanted to.

Your breathing accelerated, almost sounding like a panting. It was frantic, none of it seemed calm, you weren't calm. You couldn't be calm, not after this.

Please stop...

I won't do it again, I promise

I'll be better

Several sounds filled your head, all at once. This time you were able to decipher them and you wished you weren't able to. You wished for it to stop.

Your mind was filled with your cries and pleas. Tears rolling down your face, which you only noticed after your vision blurred.

Unable to stand upright, your legs already shaking along with your entire body, you fell to your knees. The pain of the fall didn't matter to you at all, you couldn't even feel it. You were sure you wouldn't even feel it if someone had punched you in the face.

Blinking rapidly, you looked at your hands. They were shaking just as badly, and as much as you wanted to hold on to your legs, to ground yourself to something, your hands wouldn't. They were shaking, but they never had the strength to hold anything, even when you desperately needed it.

Your mind was filled with so many noises and sounds that you didn't even notice a person looking down at you. You could only look at your hands in shock as you suddenly felt the ground vibrate beneath you.

The vibration continued until you could avert your teary eyes and look ahead of you.

It was Simon, on his knees on the ground. Had it not been for your current state, you might have been surprised. He probably had stomped on the ground to get your attention.

But what caught your attention were his brown eyes. It was the first time you had seen his eyes, even a glimpse of humanity other than his scarred, veiny hands. His hood had been pulled up a little, just enough for you to see them.

They were mesmerizing, his eyes hypnotic. They drew you to them, almost in want, in need. His eyes were trained on yours, never leaving yours, not even for a second.

And soon the sounds began to fade, the sounds of pure sadness and despair were gone. You began to become more aware of your surroundings, of Simon.

Still looking at his face, you noticed his dark blonde eyebrows, a pale scar running along the edge. There was no hair growing there, leaving him with a slit in his right eyebrow.

"I got you," Simon's deep voice rasped out. It was the first time you heard his voice and it was like a drug. Addictive in a way that no other voice had been for you.

His voice brought you back, made your trembling subside slightly, now you could actually move your body as you wiggled your fingers to get rid of the numb feeling.

Your heart stopped its relentless pounding against your ribcage and became a calmer beat. Even your panting had stopped, slowly breathing in and out over and over again.

"There you are," it sounded almost like a praise, you wanted to hear more but were too afraid to ask.

You were calm now, still a little shaken, but calmer nonetheless, and you even took in the tiny earthy and smoky scent of him. Usually you didn't like the smell of smoke, it gave you a headache, but this one was soothing.

Then realisation dawned on you. He calmed you down, he didn't even touch you, keeping his distance to you as he had made you feel at ease. It hadn't been overwhelming until you actually thought about it.

And with that, you stood up abruptly on wobbly legs and slammed the door as soon as you had opened it, leaving Simon all alone.

Would he think of you as pathetic now? Or pity you?

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bluegalaxygirl · 3 months

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Wild Flower (Zosan X Reader) P7

Plot: While doing recon for the crew, reader's snake gets captured by a marine who knows more about her than her own crew but to make matters worse he can hurt reader through her Snake using some strange powers and deadly plants.

Warning: Bad language, Making out, Snakes, Violence and Blood.

Reader is female and has the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them and see through their eyes but they are also connected to her emotions. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2 - P3 - P4 - P5 - P6 - P8 - Bonus

Peeking through the gap in the door you look around the kitchen from the medical room, there was no one in the their other than Sanji which was perfect since you wanted to talk to him about something. You knew he was anxious yesterday and with everything you had told him you knew he needed time to process before you added something else onto his plate. You never thought you would talk to him about this but after yesterday you knew that hiding things would make things worse and upset him more than if you just told him. Opening the door you slip into the kitchen and make your way over to the counter where you take a seat on one of the stool, Sanji turns around at the sound of the stool creaking about to yell at either Luffy or Usopp for asking for food again but stops when seeing you "My love... as much as i enjoy your company you still need your rest" Sanji steps away from the boiling pot on the stove to make his away over but you reach other the counter and grab his arm stopping him from coming around the counter "I know but now the kitchen is empty and i have you to myself i... I need to tell you something" You gulp hoping he won't be too upset, the cook leans on the counter and takes your hand in his giving you a soft smile "What is it my love?" He asks giving your arm reassuring rubs trying to calm your nerves, its strange that yesterday you were so open and confident but now you seem to be struggling.

Squeezing his hand you look down at the counter top afraid to meet his eye "You know how yesterday you asked, how do i know that, we'll never find out how Germa 66 found out about Glykon?" You ask glancing up to see his slightly confused face, Sanji nods while continuing to rub your arm wondering where this is going "I didn't mean to lie... You were already nervous and i told you a lot, I wanted to tell you but i-i didn't want to give too much or-or" You pant a little anxiety welling up in your chest but the blonde places his hand on your cheek pulling your face up to look at him "It's ok, i understand. I'm kinda thankful for it really" his words shock you a little but you manage to compose yourself by taking a breath "When i went to come and get you on whole cake island i snuck into Judge's room" Sanji's face drops as his hand grips yours, anything could have happened to you and he wouldn't have known "I know, i know" You stop the cook from talking not wanting to hear his rant about how dangerous it was and how you could have been seen or captured or killed. "I knew the risks going in but i wanted to find you and on the way i found Judge's office and... I couldn't pass up the opportunity to look around" You sigh as Sanji stand up straight letting go of your hand, so he can make his way around the counter to you, your heart dropped wondering what he was going to say but instead he leans down to hug you "I'm just glad you weren't hurt or seen" The cook breathes a sigh of relief as you hug him back.

Pulling away the cook cups your face, his eyes scan yours only for them to shift away from him "You weren't seen or hurt right?" He asks before taking a seat on the stool next to you his heart pounding in his chest. You meet his eyes again and take his hands from your face holding them tight "I wasn't hurt but Judge did find me in there" You sigh seeing Sanji's face turn to anger, you didn't know if it was directed at you or not but either way you hated making him feel this way "I'm sorry i kept this from you but i wasn't hurt, in fact i got the drop on him" You state gripping the cooks hands in hopes he won't get upset or even angrier, instead his body seems to relax and his eyes turn to shock and slight confusion "What? You got the drop on him? How?" Sanji asks moving closer to you, a weight was lifted off your shoulders now his anger was gone but you still felt nervous "My snakes wrapped him up, and we talked, well i did most of the talking but He refused to tell me anything and there was nothing in his office. I did get a lot of info about that helped us later on and get you back though" You sigh watching as Sanji's shoulders slump before standing up and pulling you into another hug "My love... that was so dangerous and you should have told me, even if you left out the bit about what you were looking for i should have known" Nodding you stand and hug the cook back burring your face in his neck "I'm sorry i kept it from you, I just didn't want to upset you, you've been though so much and i know your old family is a hard topic but i promise i won't hide anything anymore."

With a smile Sanji pulls you away to cup your face letting his thumbs run over your cheeks "Thank you my love and i promise i won't keep things from you too... I love you Mi amour" Leaning down the cook presses his lips onto yours for a light kiss but you wrap your arms around his neck letting one of your hands run through his hair pulling him closer. Biting his lower lip Sanji hums into you before slipping his tongue into your mouth making you hum in delight, the blondes hands run up and down your back while pressing you against his chest, his tongue meeting with yours as your lips move togeather. Pulling away from the kiss you peck his lips a few times before resting your head on his shoulder "I love you Sanji" You whisper as he relaxes into you placing a light kiss on your head while holding you. The two of you hold each other for a while until the timer goes off on what ever the cook is making so Sanji gives your head another kiss before making you sit down on the stool and walking over to take a large piece of meat out of the oven. Once he places it on the side and checks the boiling pot he turns to you seeming to think for a moment " Sanji? Something wrong?" You ask growing concerned, buthe gives you a small smile before walking over to the counter and taking your hand "Nothings wrong my love but i would like to know what Judge said and what you found in his office. Maybe i can pick up on something that you didn't" With a smile you nod gripping his hand as he places a kiss on it before going back to cooking, your glad that he's willing to help even though you'll be talking about that awful man.

---------- Inside the Castle ----------

Stepping into the office you let your snakes in before closing the door behind you manage to escape being spotted by some guys in white coats, most likely scientists but you weren't about to stick around and find out. With a sigh you look around the room as your snakes slither off to help you look, the office had big book shelfs, a large desk and chair, several paintings and sculptures of the king or their flag but one painting caught your eye. Walking over to the painting you slightly laugh to yourself thinking how full of himself this guy is for having his face plastered all over the room. You wanted to look for Sanji but you also couldn't just walk around without any information about the situation, it could help in the end but a part of you also hoped to find out about the attack on your home. Its not like you would get another chance to find out how Germa 66 knew about the deity so you couldn't pass up the opportunity. It was selfish and you hated yourself for it, while Sanji's stuck here your trying to find info on your home. Your snakes hiss gets your attention snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts, turning you walk over to a large filing cabinet and look into the open draw "Thank you" You whisper sending your snake on its way to help the other while you look over the files, You still struggle to read some times especially when there are big words you've never seen before but you manage to get the gist of what its talking about.

Cloning soldiers for war, There was a lot of science speak and math's but it seemed Judge has been doing this for a while and it seems he's good at it too. A hiss behind you gets you to turn around, your snake sits on top of the desk its head pointing down to the floor, putting the file to the side you walk over seeing your other snake on the floor trying to pull open a locked draw, unlike the desk the draw on the bottom was metal. "For a scientist i thought he'd be smarter" You whisper as you kneel down and pull your snake away, removing the the wooden draw above you can now see inside the metal draw. Your snake on top of the desk lets out an amused hiss making you hold back a laugh. Pulling out the files you notice their all color coded, pink, green, blue, red, yellow and shoved right at the back is a single black file. Sending your snakes off you sit on the floor and go threw each one, as you do though your forced to bite your lower lip as anger flows threw you, these files are of his kids and their mother Sora. It broke your heart seeing what he did to them and what he put his wife through, the last file you looked at was the black one, it made you sick to your stomach reading what the did to Sanji but it made you more determined to get him back. Your snake lets out a low hiss indicating someone is coming, calling your snakes over you hide behind the desk as heavy footsteps approach "I don't want to hear anymore excuses, get it done" a male voice yells out before approaching the door "Sir yes sir" Two other male voices call out before seeming to run off.

The door swings open someone stepping in before slamming the door closed, a frustrated sigh leaves the mans mouth as he walks into the room, you gesture to your snakes to spread out both nodding and sneaking off on each side for an ambush, as the foot steps get closer to the desk you nod to your snakes who both launch themselves at the man growing in size as they wrap around him and squeeze tight. The large man grabs the two snakes trying to pull them off him while about to yell out for help but you jump over the deck and kick him in the mouth catching him by surprise. The large blonde man's eyes widen as he takes a step back only for you to quickly grab something and shove it into his mouth stopping him form calling out for help. Your snakes continue to grow wrapping themselves around him as you swipe his feet out form under him forcing him to fall to the floor where your snake wrap tighter and tighter. Panting you stand up and watch as his arms get stuck to his sides and his legs pinned together, a metal penile holder shoved into his mouth as his eyes grow more and more angry. With a smile you put your finger to your lips telling him to shush, His eyes burn with rage as he struggles to even move a finger, your snake hisses in his ear as a warning to not move before opening its mouth and pressing its fangs into his neck, it wasn't enough to break the skin though. Looking him over you now notice who it is, Vinsmoke Judge, you felt lucky since not only was he not in his raid suit but now you got to ask him questions.

Heading over to the door you lock it and move a filing cabinet in front of it before making your way back over to the desk grabbing the files off the floor and sit on the desk one leg crossed over the other "So, your Vinsmoke Judge? I was expecting something better than this but i'm kinda glad you made it so easy" you give him a smile which he sneers at his teeth clenching down on the pencil holder, holding the black file on your lap you sigh gripping it a little "I'm gonna ask you some questions and your gonna answer, if you call out for help in any way my baby's will be more than happy to sink its teeth into your neck. Understand?" You ask glaring at the man as he seems to think for a moment before nodding, you knew he would give in and do as he's told, he may be this powerful king, but he lets everyone do his dirty work for him, in the end he's just a coward. You nod to your other snake who takes the pencil holder out of his mouth and hods it ready to shove it back in if Judge so much raises his voice beyond a whisper. Luckily he keeps his voice to a whisper as he glares daggers at you, if looks could kill you would be stone-cold dead "Your from Cozia, are you here to kill me?" You smile and let a small laugh out, you didn't think he would realize so quickly but then again he's supposed to be a smart man "Astute observation but i didn't come here with the intent to kill you, although that might change if you step out of line, what i'm really here for is to get Sanji back" You state seeing him relax a little at your words.

Rolling your eyes at his relaxed state you lean back a little while looking around the room "But before i ask about Sanji i want to know a few things like... how did you know about the deity?" You knew getting answers out of him wouldn't be easy but you observed him watching every shift of his eye in case he looked at something in the room what might give it away, without an answer you moved onto your next question "What was the intention when coming to Cozia? was it kill the deity or to capture it?" Judges eyes stayed on you not once shifting but you could tell he was getting annoyed, "Were you hoping he would bless your kids or did you want his DNA to clone him?" There as a slight widening in his eyes on your last words which made you smile "So you wanted to clone him" his teeth grit tightly as his body stiffens, it gave you the answer you needed "See the thing is, in your files it says you and Dr. Caesar worked on this together but when i went to Punk Hazard he didn't know anything about my snakes or my tattoos, he seemed quite shocked actually. So if he wasn't the one who told you about the deity, then maybe someone else there did?" You ask placing your fingers on your chin pretending to think, you hoped to get close to the answer at least but Judge's eyes go back to normal while the corners of his lips turned into a slight smirk indicating that Punk hazard and Caesar Clown had nothing to do with this after all.

With a sigh you scan the room once more, your eyes lingering on a few things, once in a while glancing to see Judge's reaction hoping to see some kind of indication you've found something he doesn't want you to see but there was nothing. It was frustrating and it seemed he wasn't going to give you anything but you might as well try one last time to get something out of him. "We'll i'm glad you didn't get what you wanted and you never will" You state letting your eyes tear up, Judge gives you a smile happy to see the hurt on your face, he also seemed proud of himself and it made you sick but you kept up the act. If he didn't think Glykon was dead before he does now and that's what you wanted, you don't want anyone thinking the deity is alive in case they go after him again. Wiping away your fake tears you stand up, gripping onto the black file while stepping closer to lean over the man "I don't want to lose anything else, so where is Sanji?" You calmly ask ,Judge lets his smile fade not willing to give you answers, it doesn't bother you since you have a general idea of where Sanji is but it would have been nice to know. "I know you want to marry him off but Why? Is this alliance with Big mum that important? That you'll sacrifice your own son?" His eyes shift away from you, you couldn't tell if it was guilt or that he was getting annoyed with you.

Your blood boiled with anger, how could he not care about his own kids. "You sicken me" you state gripping onto the file harder, you saw what he wrote about Sanji, what he called him for not being like the others, it hurt you more than the man attacking your home. "Their your children, she was your wife, Do you really not care?" you ask suddenly his eyes meet yours, they were beyond angry but you held his gaze not wanting to be scared of him "How dare you, you know nothing of my family, a low life like you would never understand what was taken from us, 300 years ago, the Germa Kingdom was at the center of the Germa Empire-" Your snake shoves the pencil holder back into his mouth shutting the man up from his rant since it was starting to get louder that you liked. "I don't need a fucking history lesson, i don't care what you want, they are living breathing people who deserve to have their own thought and feeling but you took that away from them... What you did to them, what you've done to your people is beyond monstrous" You growl through gritted teeth trying to keep your voice down, you take a second to calm yourself before talking again "Where are the key's to his cuffs?" you ask as your snake takes the pencil holder out of his mouth again, he didn't answer so you snap your fingers, your other snake hisses into Judges neck slowly closing its mouth to put pressure on it but still not breaking the skin. Even though he kept an angry face his breathing quickened "This is a question i want an answer too. Tell me where the key is"

His eyes widen as your voice starts to sound more snake like, hissing out your words making them feel like venom to your victim, but he still didn't answer you, leaning closer to his face your hand grabs his chin lifting it further up so you snake can move its fangs over to the center of his throat. Judge gulps while gritting his teeth feeling your snakes fangs press against his skin "T-There is no key" Judge lies and you know it's a lie, your hand grips tighter as your snake closes its mouth more the tips of its fangs starting to leave dents in his skin a small trickle of blood seeping out "Lair" You whisper, your eyes piercing his making the man start to struggle under your snakes, but they squeeze tighter "I-Its with big mum" You smile letting go of his face and letting your snake release some pressure off his neck, his eyes widen in surprise thinking you were actually going to kill him but it seemed you had no intention all along "W-Why? Why didn't you kill me?" Judge asks before your other snake shoves the pencil holder back in his mouth. Grabbing the files you know are important you step over to the window and open it "Because its not my place to kill you. Yes you attacked my home and took a lot from me but... I haven't suffered like Sanji has, if anyone has a right to kill you its him. So until he either kills you or says that i can, then i won't kill you." You state with a smile before sitting on the the windowsill dangling your legs out the window "My snakes will stay with you for a while until i'm well gone so just stay put and relax, also you might want to cover that up" You laugh a little pointing to his neck where there are two small holes before jumping out the window.

---------- Back to the Present ----------

Sanji places something you couldn't quiet see into the oven before setting the timer and making his way over to the counter "I know what your gonna say, that was dangerous, you could have been hurt but." you sigh reaching your hand over the counter to take his "I know it was stupid but i just wanted you back" your eyes meet the cooks concerned ones while his hand squeezes yours "Your right it was stupid and your lucky he wasn't in is raid suit, I couldn't even take him out with it on but i have to say... I'm thankful you care so much for me and I'm proud of you" Sanji lets a smile grow on his face as he brings your hand to his lips placing a soft kiss on your knuckles, a blush forms on your face as you move some hair behind your ear "Thanks hun" Sanji lets out a chuckle before walking around the counter and placing his hand on your hips leaning down to place a kiss on your lips, you lean into it while placing your hands on his chest sliding them up to his shoulders. "I'm sorry my love but i can't think of anything that would help you find answers, He doesn't work with many people outside the kingdom and most of them you've already met." Sanji lets out a sad sigh placing his forehead against yours hating that he can't help you but you cup his face letting your thumbs run over his cheeks "It's ok hun, I'm just glad i got you back and maybe cause him some pride issues" You giggle feeling proud of yourself for what you did, it wasn't your best moment since you showed a side of yourself that you hate but it worked.

Pulling you into a hug Sanji places his head in your neck giving it some kisses that you lean into "That you did, he never said anything about it and i did wonder why he covered his neck up more than normal. I think you permanently damaged his ego, getting caught off guard by a beautiful woman" You smile wide at his compliment while running your hand through his blonde hair and leaning your head back slightly letting the cook place his lips around your neck, his hands run up and down your back keeping you close. "My love... I don't mean to ruin the moment but" Sanji sighs continuing to kiss around your neck before making his way up to your ear, you hum in response letting your hands grip his shirt and hair "What did you do with those files?" The cook asks before kissing under your ear waiting for your response, a slightly evil grin forms on your face while leaning into his neck and starting to kiss it making Sanji hum in satisfaction. "After giving all the important info to Nami. I burned them" You whisper silently hoping he wasn't mad at you for it but you didn't want it to be used again and in a way you hoped to hinder Judge's or any other scientist's progress. Sanji's arms tighten around as he sighs in relief, it makes you relax knowing that in his eyes you did the right thing "I'm sorry you had to read all that my love but i'm glad you still love me." He whispers, pushing him away from you his face turns to shock at your actions.

Cupping his face you shake your head at him "Of course i love you, i never stopped. I don't care about your past or who your blood related too. Your my Handsome, flirtatious, kindhearted chef, you get on my nerves sometimes with how protective you are and when you mother me whenever i'm slightly hurt but i wouldn't have you any other way... Your my Sanji and i love you for that" You smile seeing tears forming in Sanji's eyes but you let your thumb wipe away any that fall before leaning in and placing your lips on his, the cook kisses back his hands running up and down your side as he steps closer to press into you while licking your lower lip. With a slight moan you open your mouth for him letting the blonde's tongue in to meet yours while your lips move together, you hummed into him before slowly pulling away to meet his eye "I love you Y/n" Sanji pants making you smile as you rest your forehead against his, both of you try and catch your breath as the door to the medical room opens, a tired Zoro walking into the kitchen with a sigh "There you are" he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair while making his way over to the two of you, Sanji pulls away from you slightly to look at the swordsman who stops in his tracks seeing the cooks bright red cheeks and your big smile as you turn to look at him "Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt" A cocky smiles forms on Zoro's face but the cook holds out his hand gesturing for the swordsman to come over.

Walking over Zoro places on hand on your lower back while the other takes Sanji's hand "You didn't interrupt, in fact you came at the perfect moment" The cook leans up placing his lips on the swordsman's who leans into it letting out a slight groan before shoving his tongue into the blondes mouth who hums in delight at the feeling. Letting go of Sanji's hand Zoro wraps it around the blonde's waist to pull him closer, deepening the kiss before pulling away hovering his lips over the cooks "I Love you Zo" Sanji breath out trying to catch his breath, Zoro chuckles and places a light kiss on his lips "I love you too curly brows" the swordsman whispers before looking down at you and leaning a little closer "I was hoping to nap with you but you weren't in bed, again" he scolds but you just smile up at him placing your hand on his cheek while leaning up to lightly kiss his lips "And you didn't shower, again" you tease back making the swordsman grumble under his breath as Sanji holds back a laugh, leaning up you place your lips on the swordsman's again lightly biting his lip to let him know you want more, the smile returns to Zoro's face his hand gripping your side before shoving his tongue into your mouth. You let him in but fight with his tongue a bit to tease him some more before giving in earning a pleased moan from the swordsman, soon pulling away you place your hand on his chest to stop him from going back in "Go and get a shower, and then we can nap" you state seeing him roll his eyes at you before walking off to do as he's told, Sanji lets out a laugh before helping you stand up "Come on love, I'll take you back to bed" The cook smiles placing a light kiss on your lips.

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euthanizeher · 8 months

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0̲1̲.̲ ／ㅤ ✿ ⸺ sudden epiphany

after putting off reading through 4dbarbie's non-dualism posts i finally said that enough was enough. funnily enough, i read @4dkellysworld 4dbarbie adaption post on how to realise self. i'm not sure why i read the second post first instead of going in order, but i fully plan on reading through them all.

p.s, anything that is indented comes straight from 4dkelly's adaption post about realising self!

p.p.s, all dividers belong to @v6que.

There is no external life, there is no need to use any methods to recondition or train your mind. It is much faster, much easier and you are hundreds times happier just letting go of the mind. The process is one of letting go more and more until you find yourself having nothing, being nothing.

immediately i felt relieved upon reading this. being in the law of attraction & assumption, and shifting community meant that i had to "recondition" my mind if i wasn't manifesting my desires - to constantly think only positive affirmations. if i wanted to be blonde, i'd have to think "i am blonde, i love being blonde, i adore my blonde hair" constantly throughout the day. and it was tiring.

Stop thinking you are Vanessa, the thoughts of needing this or that drop away. By thinking you are it, you create a character who desires and then identify yourself with it. You can only have when you let go of thinking that you don't.

this seriously spoke to me as i can recall countless times i desperately tried any method i could, two cup, 5x55 challenge, pillow method, you name it! but it makes sense now. i was caught up with wanting and thus identified with a character who wanted, when in reality i always had.

i say "identified" and not "became" because, and correct me if i'm wrong, you cannot become anything - only identify with. the only thing you are is self.

I've said it before, you don't have to convince Vanessa that she's unreal. Just stop taking the thoughts you don't like for truth or reality. There is no convincing involved, it is all letting go... you're holding so tightly onto your ideas now, that's why you can't see their falsity. 19 You don't have to convince anyone of anything. What I teach here is to leave your mind alone, that is all. Don't go along with it. 2 Thoughts will keep on coming for a while, just now you know they have nothing to do with you.

i understand. simply observe the thoughts as clouds passing by, do not take them as truth and do not fight them. previously when i was still in the loa community i would combat them. a thought would enter, "you won't shift!" and i would fight him back, "yes i will! i already am in my desired reality! i am a master of shifting!" but this isn't right, as kelly said there's no need to convince anyone - especially your own mind.

First you start doubting "the facts", then you become indifferent to the facts, lastly there are no facts anymore and you can establish your own.

the beautiful process of shedding the ego! metamorphosis.

her post is rather long (and informative, go read!!) so i don't want this entry to be taken up of me nodding and going "yep so true!". instead as i read through it yesterday and allowed the info to soak into my brain i felt enlightened. i wondered why on earth didn't i read through this earlier? for the first time since late 2020, my mind became quiet on its own.

i observed the world differently, as if it were a dream - a lucid dream, because that's exactly what it is. it was mind-blowingly peaceful. a damn breath of fresh air to be told to simply let go, wholly, instead of repeating affirmations 69x, get into SATS every night, etc.

although, i will admit a part of her feels anxious at being told to "let go". many of us from the loa, subliminal, and shifting community, LOVE doing things and putting in an active effort because it's been instilled in our minds that hard work pays off. however, i shall only observe her fears and treat it with indifference.🦋

if you made it this far, thank you for reading! ⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡

#my first diary entry yay!#non dualism.#journey.

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lostgirl677 · 10 months

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Nothing can stop me from loving you Part.1

MoC!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Platonic!Sam Winchester x PlatonicFem!Reader

Established relationship

A/N: I had this idea for a while now and I had to modify a bit the original plot. I'm sorry if it's a bit out of character sometimes and if that's a bit crappy.

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Since the Mark of Cain appeared on his arm, Dean had been different. Angrier, even more violent at times. But it has never stained the love I feel for him. I knew that deep down, he was still the brave man I fell in love with. Our relationship even became more passionate than ever at times. But he had to get rid of it as fast as possible. We lost a lot of people in the process. But the greatest loss was Dean himself. When Metatron killed Dean, it felt like he killed me at the same time somehow. No matter how many times I saw him die, it’s always like a piece of my very soul is taken away from me everytime. Even though it was very traumatic, I still couldn’t remember fully that evening, be it the moment we tried to keep pressure on his wounds, the whole ride back to the bunker or the moment we took Dean’s body to his room. Everything was a blur and numbness threatened to overtake sadness. I could barely remember having Dean’s head on my lap during the ride, my hands gently stroking his hair and whispering sweet words to him.

It’s been hours and I still had a sore throat from desperately calling Cas for help. I knew that he wouldn’t have been able to help with his grace problem, but I wasn’t capable of thinking properly at that moment.So here I was, in a dimly lit room next to a lifeless Dean. Sam was somewhere else in the bunker, more than probably getting drunk. As I began to feel uncomfortable, I shifted position on the chair that I placed next to Dean’s bed. The more I looked at him, the more he looked asleep, despite his wounds. “Why did you have to try to handle it alone?” I whispered in my shattered voice while looking at his face. I couldn’t believe that he was dead again. When I reached out to grab his hand I couldn’t help but gasp a little. His hands were getting cold. Instinctively, I took his right hand in mine and tried to warm it. It took me a few seconds to realize it was utterly pointless. Tears were forming again at the corners of my eyes. I slowly got up and got closer to his bed. I couldn’t sit next to him, I knew that I would break in tears on his chest and that I would not feel his warmth nor his heartbeat. I just looked at him. Yesterday at that time, we were in this bed, laughing at one of his jokes. Just 24 hours earlier from this. Part of me knew that I needed to accept his death but the other part was clinging to the hope that he could come back.

In order to regain a bit of my sanity, I needed to walk a bit away from Dean and to take a deep breath. So I let go of his hand that I had in mine without even realizing it and walked toward the tiny sink. My breathing was heavy, but not heavier than my heart. I managed to open the faucet and I cupped my hands to gather a bit of cold water to wet my face. Its contact pricked my skin but it helped. As I raised my head, the first thing I saw in the medicine cabinet mirror was Dean. I came back next to him. I just leaned over him again.As I did so and gingerly brushed his face, I saw some of my tears falling on him. For a brief moment, I naively thought that maybe my tears could wake him up. But it only moistened the dried blood of his cuts, making it look like he was bleeding again.

I suddenly felt on automatic and acted as if he just came back wounded from another hunt. So I grabbed a first aid kit and a new flannel shirt in his closet. I then took a gauze that I soaked in antiseptic and began to wipe the blood.”It's going to hurt a little” I whispered. I almost expected him to flinch a little, but he didn’t. He was perfectly still. “Hey.” said Sam from the doorway, making me go back to reality. Even in the poor light of the room, I could see his red eyes and his tear stained cheeks.“I think you should come to eat something and maybe shower and change your clothes.” he said in a hushed tone. “Uh, no thanks. I have to clean his wounds and at least change his shirt. And…” He didn’t let me finish my sentence and embraced me in his arms. For a bit, it was calming. I noticed that he had a strong smell of alcohol. “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N.” He whispered as he stroked my back with his giant hands. “Dean wouldn’t like to see you in such a state for him.” I knew that he was right but I couldn’t reason myself. I turned my head to look at Dean one last time then looked at Sam again. I then realized how much of a terrible friend I was. “I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t even ask you how you handle all of this.” He released me from his arms and looked at me. “It’s okay, don’t worry.” He simply said. I saw that he was about to cry again. He then directed me toward the door. “Now go to the kitchen to eat something, you need it.” “I’ll go. Just leave me a few minutes to grab clean clothes.” He looked at me as if he tried to analyze my face but said nothing. He just nodded his head and got out of the room.

As I made my way to the drawers, I tried to not look at him again. Even if I managed to, once in front of the drawers, I ended up with various pictures of Dean and his loved ones. I took them in my hands and tried to reminisce about better times. Some were with his parents or his friends, a lot with Sam and a bunch of just us. I swallowed the lump in my throat and when I had the picture of us, feeding each other a bite of pie, I put the pile of pictures down. I quickly opened the drawer and grabbed the first shirt I found. I walked toward the door and turned my head to whisper “I’ll come back, Dean. I promise. I love you.” Then I closed the door.

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stomach any food and I needed to change my clothes. So I made my way to the bathroom that wasn’t far from Dean’s room. Once inside, I realized how terrible I looked under the crude light. I didn’t even realize that my flannel was completely stained in blood. Dean’s blood. That thought made me shiver. I quickly got out of my dirty clothes that I threw in a pile on the floor and changed into clean ones. All of them smelled exactly like him. I sighed while looking at my tired reflection and I got out of the bathroom. I was about to go back to his room but decided to go check up on Sam in the kitchen. I was barely halfway to the kitchen and I could already smell the strong smell of whiskey. The nearer I got, the more I tried to prepare myself to see a drunk Sam on the floor. I wanted to stop him from drinking that much but it was useless to argue. The Winchester were both so hardheaded. So, I entered the kitchen as quietly as I could but I found it empty and completely silent. There were so many bottles scattered on the floor that I had to carefully make my way to the counter. There was a plate with my favorite kind of sandwich on it. I didn’t have time to think about eating as a sudden anguish took over me. What if Sam made a terrible mistake?

I ended up running in the bunker to try and find him. In my desperate search for Sam, something caught my attention and almost made me trip. Dean’s door was ajar and I remembered closing it behind me. The sudden smell of blown candles made me even more panicked. As I entered the room, his bed was empty. There was just a note. I grabbed it with a trembling hand and I read ‘Sammy, Y/N. Let me go’. I screamed at the top of my lungs “Sam! Sam!” I heard commotion on the corridors and stairs, indicating that Sam was running and that he almost fell. He suddenly appeared at the door “What happened? Are you okay?” he said, panting and trying to catch his breath. Then he looked at the bed and it seemed like realization had struck him. He was about to say something, but I didn’t let him speak. “Where’s Dean? What did you do?” I nearly screamed as I grabbed his shirt and showed him the note. He took the note in hand, read it and his expression changed. He then simply said “Crowley” I looked at him in disbelief.

“What did you just say?”I asked him with both my eyebrows raised and I looked him in the eyes. He sighed, closed his eyes and said “I summoned Crowley to help Dean and I guess that he revived him and they ran away.” I didn’t know whether what I felt was anger or a weird kind of relief to know that Dean was ‘alive’ because of/thanks to Crowley. I released my grip on Sam’s shirt and walked away from him. I could read the guilt on his face and I couldn’t blame him. I finally sighed a bit and walked toward him. “I’m sorry , Sam. I don’t blame you. At least he’s back to life. Now we just need to find him” We both knew that it wasn’t okay at all but I didn’t want to guilt him even more. His features seemed to relax a bit at my words but I sensed that he thought about the same issue. “They could be anywhere. Crowley is incredibly resourceful and he probably won’t want us to find them.” he said after a tiny silence. But he seemed to forget something: there had to be something that Crowley wanted out of this deal. “What did you give to Crowley to seal the deal?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows. “I didn’t make a deal with him but I wanted to. I tried to summon him but it didn’t seem to work. I guess that he decided to show up by himself.” His confession scared me a bit more. ”So, we don’t know what Crowley had in mind when he came here to resurrect Dean? Great…” We both knew what it meant: we had to find him as fast as we could before Crowley could put one of his twisted plans into action.

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wolfs-archive · 14 days

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"Bug? Isn't that you?"

Summary: Han and Y/N had a steamy night, with baby Aera sleeping in the other room. In the heat of the moment when Han marked Y/N, he never realized that it would be evident the next day, so evident that their curious 3 year old asked what it was.

Pairing: Husband!Han X Wife!Y/N

Genre: slightly suggestive, fluff maybe, mentions of baby making

Note: Aera is curious, Han is still a kid. Kim Seungmin (cameo) is a menace as usual. The Han Jisung mentioned here is no where related to the idol Han Jisung and is just a fictional character. Minors DNI please!!!

"Oh Jagiya, what is Aera doing?" asks Han who stepped into the house after a tiring day, turning towards Y/N to engulf her in a tight hug. "She just now went to sleep. You know what your daughter is exactly like you, she sleeps where ever she wishes to. Earlier she was playing with the plushies we bought her, when I came back after washing the dishes, she was on top of the pillow with the plushy squished in between her stomach and the pillow. Poor Quokka must have felt hurt" she says chuckling. "Oh really" he says nudging on her crook. "You smell differently today, anything special?" he asks to which Y/N replies, "Bruh, I reek of baby food, you're daughter eats only leaves and not anything else, just a carbon copy of you to be precise, so maybe that's what is the smell I guess, btw, go change and we'll go to sleep". "How about you accompany me to change cloths, we can experiment wearing different kinds of clothes, or maybe spend a cloth less night, that would be even fun" he suggests. "Han Jisung, I'm already tired, let's not make it worse, please!!!" Y/N pleads with puppy eyes. "Y/N, to think about it, Aera is 3, don't you think, she needs a sibling, maybe a mini Y/N or a mini Han?" "Han, Its already tiring two kids, not just Aera, but you too.... Did you kno....." she suddenly felt her lips feeling warmth, and didn't hesitate a bit to push him forward, instead joined him and held him hugging by his neck, when he picked her up and headed to their bedroom. Due to the growing stage of Aera, the couple who lost intimacy, were high on the process of their drive, and in the due course when Han, started marking Y/N, she warned him about the consequence. "Ha--han, don't do it... Aera..... Aera will a---ask what it is tomorrow, if she finds out", but Han never took a care about it, all he wanted was Y/N and said, "It's okay Y/N, if she asks, I'll explain it to her" and thus the couple had their steamy night.

The next day, "Han Jisung, you brat, look what you did to me, how do you expect me to even step out of the house, never mind about going to work." she yells, looking at the mirror. An awake Aera, enters the room to find her dad shirtless, "Daddy, why aren't you wearing your clothes? Why are they scattered on the floor?" she asks. "Ask, your mom baby!!!" he says, to which Y/N says, "The A/C didn't work here baby, so daddy felt very hot and that's why he removed it" hitting Han. "Yea, hot, very very hot" he says mockingly. She lifts up Aera, to make her sit on the bed, at that moment Aera notices the red marks on her mom's neck and curiosity spikes up in the young mind. "Mommy, why is there a red spot on your neck" she asks, to which Han bursts out laughing. Y/N berates, "Woah, you really have the guts to laugh? Yesterday when I warned you, didn't you say, you will take care of it? Now answer your daughter's doubts, let's see how you tackle them" she says as she sits on the bed. "Baby, that's a mosquito bite" Han says facing Aera, winking at Y/N. "But Daddy, we don't have mosquitoes in her, do we?" she retorts. A confused Han, then proceeds with another idea. "Ah, yesterday it was so hot wasn't it?, so I told Mom to open the windows, and a bug must have come in. It must have been the bug." he said. But little did he know that Aera had other thoughts," Bug? Isn't that you? Don't the uncles call you that?" she asks, where Y/N bursts into laughter, leaving Han flustered. "So you did it, didn't you? Why did you bite mom" she asks. Han who was speechless then, "Baby, who told you I'm a bug" "Uncle Seungmo" she replies. "Why did you bite Mom?" she insisted, "Are you an animal?" she asked. "Your Dad, is an animal, an animal which becomes wild at night. But Aera baby, this is just a bug bite, which will go away, so don't worry" she said. To change the topic she asks Aera,"What does my baby want for breakfast?" and heads to the kitchen to prepare their breakfast, meanwhile she texts Han, "Remember, your daughter is now brilliant, she is growing, she'll keep asking questions like this. One day it wouldn't be shocking if she asks us what was the noise the previous night? That would be really embarrassing and difficult to answer. Touch me next time, and I'll break your hands off. Yesterday I got carried away because of you, and yea thank you for the wonderful night yesterday >.<" she says and all she could hear from the bedroom was a "Welcome Jagiya" which she knew definitely was accompanied by a smirk.

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locoforshuri · 1 year

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ACCIDENTAL LOVE

heres a long oneshot from me! i know my mind wouldnt process to make a series for this. i dont know how to feel about it. love you bebs

title was chosen by: @yvxmpire. its pretty long so get comfortable. there might be spelling errors. your girl needs school and Jesus🙏🏾

shuri x black!fem!reader

warning: flirtatious activity?

word count: 1 926. (i think)

02:22 AM

you woke up in the middle of the night. typical. you felt dehydrated since you hadn't drank liquids the whole day yesterday. you got up and put on your light purple pyjama pants and a white tank top and stepped out to go grab a glass of water.

as you made your way to the elevator, your eyes shifted towards the lab on the right. you walked in feelings curious.

"I'm sure no one is in there."

you thought to yourself. As you opened the door, you happened to forget about Griot and his habit of announcing everything.

"Princess, Miss Y/N has arrived."

"Wait, the princess is here?"

you thought to yourself more baffled. You still walked in, thinking she might not actually be in here, due to the time. You saw Shuri turn her head towards the door where you soon entered. She shot you a grin which made you wonder what it could mean. "Oh, I'm so sorry, didn't think anyone was in here..." you said hesitantly. You noticed there was a song playing in the background but you would not be able to hear it outside of the lab since its soundproof.

"Oh, y/n, were you going to get a glass of water again?" She said looking you up and down with a deep, raspy voice. You swear you looked like the ripest red tomato ever at that comment. How did she know I was thirsty? "Uhm, yeah. Sorry to disturb you, I'll-" You said apologetically.

"No, its okay, really. I have a bottle of water in my mini fridge over there. Feel free." She said with a smile etched on her beautifully carved face.

You couldn't lie to yourself. You had a bit of a crush on the princess. OKAY FINE. A HUGE crush on the princess. It got to the point where you had small talks with Queen Mother (who was basically your second mom) about your feelings for Shuri. You knew she wouldn't feel the same way so you just-

"Y/N?" Shuri spoke in a worried voice. You quickly snapped out of your own delusional thoughts and back into reality again. She looked at you with these eyes that made you heart skip a beat. or two. "Oh sorry, I was just thinking and thank you." You went to Shuri's mini fridge located near Shuri's desk. As you grabbed it and thanked Shuri starting to walk off, she grabbed a hold of your hand gently which made spin towards her direction. "Y/N, try to stop this habit of waking up in the middle of the night because you hadn't drank any liquids the whole day. Promise me?" She said with a worried expression plastered on her face, waiting on your response. She noticed how flustered you were and smirked. "Uh, pro-promise." You said barely getting the words out of your damn mouth. Focus Y/N. She let your hand go and as you started to walk away, she followed you. As you walked out of the lab, she locked the door behind her. She made her way to her room, located in the same hallway as yours. She shot you finger guns with a full fledged smile and close the door behind.

"Bast help me."

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07:11 AM

"Good morning, Miss Y/N. You are request by Queen Ramonda in the dining hall at 8:00 AM." Griot announced. Your sleep was interrupted, forcing you to get up and get ready. "UGH, IT'S SO EARLYYY" regardless, you slumped your way out bed. you fell out of bed on the floor with a loud thump. "AH, SHI" you almost swore loudly for the whole castle to hear you.

You headed to your ridiculously large bathroom and got ready. You always over-dressed to everything you attend. You decided to be simple today. But your definition of simple was... detable. So you forced yourself to stay away from that side of the closet.

You wore a green sweatpants set with small gold hoop earrings, which brought out your eyes. You tied your back with two little pieces hanging in front of your eyes. You had one final look in the mirror and winked, happy with the final product.

You walked out of your bedroom closing the door behind it and made your way to the elevator. As you walked, you looked to your right facing the lab, recalling the events that happened not so long ago, 5 hours ago actually. You happened to remember what a fool you made of yourself infront of Shuri.

"Classic y/n."

you thought to yourself. You were so deep in your thoughts not even noticing the princess herself waving her hand try to get your attention from whatever you were thinking. "Bast, I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. I must be hungry." You said with a small apologetic smile etched on your face. She was quick to respond with a "no problem" smile on your face. You both walked into the elevator. As it started moving, there was an awkward silence for a few seconds before Shuri spoke up which startled you.

"Don't you think your overdressed?"

she said as she eyed up and down with a smirk until her gaze made its way to your eyes. You tried to build up some confidence which was pretty difficult under her intense gaze.

"This was the best I could do. You know I have a problem, princess."

Oop- where did all that confidence come from girl? She looked a bit flustered at the term you used for her. Everyone calls her this but she always liked the way you said it.

You both soon reached the dining hall and walked out, her leading to find Queen Ramonda sitting down already, probably waiting for the two of you. She smiled at the sight in front of her considering the stuff you two talked about. You made your way to the seat assigned to you and got comfortable. Shuri switfly sat next to you and smirked. You had no idea why but you tried to hide your confusion.

"Good morning, Queen Mother."

"Good morning, y/n my darling"

"Good morning, Mother"

"Good morning, lovely daughter, so glad you could join us."

Shuri only comes to breakfast once in a blue moon. She usually orders for the food to be brought to the lab, where she spends most of her time, practically hibernating in there.

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14:44 PM

You and the Queen were sitting out in the garden next to eachother facing the wall covered in Wakandan art. It was truly a beautiful sight to you both.

You and the queen have been very close practically since your birth. The queen and your mother have been best friends since high school. After giving birth to you unfortunately, she died soon after. Since then, Ramonda took you in and raised you as your own. She was like the mother you never had... Wait-

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

"So Y/N, Griot informed me of your little encounter in the dear early hours of the morning with Shuri"

"Ohhh yeah, it was nothing, just needed a glass of water. I was thirsty and just HAPPENED to let my curiosity get the best of me. No big deal."

"She likes you." was all that came out of the Queen's mouth. Those 3 words quickly brought your attention towards her.

"She hasn't said it but from the looks of it, I can easily tell she feels the same way. I would be happy if I were you."

You couldn't help the smile that was slowly appearing on your sunkissed face. Ramonda was quick to notice and giggled at your reaction which made you lose the smile and be more serious and contain yourself.

"I can't get my hopes up. She might just be like this in a way as friends. I don't want to ruin our friendship with my feelings for her. And I don't need her finding out. Too risky, don't you think Queen Mother? I love her but I'm scared."

You whispered the last part. You were so deep in your conversation not hearing footsteps approach you and a deep, sly-like voice spoke behind the two you of startling you both.

"Too late." Shuri said with a smirk on her beautiful face.

"Bast."

"I'm gonna leave you girls to uh, talk. Don't be naughty Shuri. Y/N, I have my eyes on you too."

Queen Ramonda joked playfully. Your face turned red and avoided eye contact as Shuri sat down in the lounge chair beside you. There was silence. Neither of you spoke after the events that just occurred and Shuri knew how embarrassed you felt after you found out about she truly feels about you. But little did you know. She slowly took your hand and slowly rubbed your knuckles with hand. You tensed up a bit at the contact but relax at the gentle soothingness it brought.

"You know Y/N/N, I'm suprised Mother hasn't told you about my feelings for you. I've liked you since we were kids actually. I always had a soft spot for you, and if you haven't noticed it yet, means I'm pretty good at hiding my feelings. That's why I'm so protective of you and worried that you don't get enough liquids or getting enough sleep. Because I love you. When I heard you talking about your feelings for me, I felt so happy. I was also scared Y/N. To ruin the friendship between us. But now, I think I can relax, right? Oh, and I heard you falling of your bed this morning, couldn't help but laugh."

She said the last sentence with a chuckle that sent your heart doing backflips with fireworks errupting. How does one's laugh sound so pretty? You chuckled as well, hoping you don't sound like a nervous wreck over her. Pull yourself together Y/N.

"Wow, uh. I really didn't expect this from you. Like never. And when I mean never I mean-" You cut yourself off. You sounded like a robot that was malfunctioning.

"Uh anyway, I guess I can relax too. Such a relief. I'm happy you feel the same way too. I... I love you too, princess. Sorry I just feel like none of this is real. Am I sure none of this is a prank? Would be more embarrassing than falling off a bed don't you agree?"

You said jokingly as Shuri laughed hitting her leg with the hand not holding you and throwing her head back, letting her curls bounce on her face. You looked at her and smiled.

'She's so beautiful, she is definitely sent from heaven.' You thought to yourself.

"Your more beautiful" She said smiling.

'Did she just read my mind? Did I say that out loud?' You thought to yourself again as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Y/N, why do you keep telling me your thoughts?" She said as she laughed.

"Bast. What is going on with me? I really-"

Before you could finish, at this point, Shuri had moved her chair closer to yours.

She kissed you. Magical, amazing, what's the word? It felt like you could taste the word beautiful. They moved in sync. As Shuri slid her hands on her waist, she was interrupted.

"SHURI, Y/N!"

"Sorry Mother." you said in unison

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lunarsallows · 8 months

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Angel Down: Professor! Sebastian Sallow x Professor! Reader

I miss a love that never was

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Mystery, eventual smut

Word Count: 1410

Sebastian and MC aged up to 23, other characters are mid-20's and over.

This story is in first person POV.

Five years after leaving Hogwarts and you found yourself back as a potions teaching assistant, leading research on innovative healing techniques. Settling in felt like a fresh start, until your unrequited love returns after leaving the Ministry of Magic in disgrace. How long until you find yourself tending to his wounds, in sickness and in health?

A/N: Apologies this chapter is shorter and more to the point, I wanted to quickly set the plot and let the rest of the story provide more detail in the future :). Reblogs are appreciated!

Chapter 1: Unrequited.

The ambience of alive yet barren classroom corridors, broom sweeps and faint classical music settles me as I sit amongst rolls of parchment in the empty potions classroom, proceeding onwards with marking student assignments on the properties of Shrivel fig in elemental potions.

It feels like yesterday I was on the other side of the desk but five years after graduating from Hogwarts and I'm back in the place that felt closest to home. I thought I would have found that outside of the ancient walls through an established career, but growing into adulthood meant leaving behind what I thought made me strong and if I was going to establish myself in the wizarding world it would be through helping others.

Taking a nursing placement at St. Mungo's with the promise of healing and protecting the most vulnerable in wizarding society coincided well with my affinity of studying and improving upon the most potent of healing potions, and I worked to establish a new area of research into the use of ancient magic to heal. Rewarding as it may have been, dealing with the aftermath of Ranrok’s campaign hit too close to home in many ways and sometimes throughout the night I can still hear the prolonged screams of patients.

Five years later and I’m back in Professor Sharp’s office, returning with renewed questions about my ambitions that were staunchly followed by the professors via boastful Daily Prophet headlines. Now working as a potion’s teaching assistant, I can openly continue the pursuit of my research whilst being an open book for any curious student.

I don’t notice the procession into the night until the room gently lights iteself with candles, and I give myself a minute to decompress with a chance to stay up-to-date with wizarding affairs. I notice a copy of the Daily Prophet with several eye-grabbing titles compressed into a mere page, but one in the middle truly screams for attention.

Fallen Angels? Elite Auror Wing at the Ministry fall foul of Dark Magic use.

Knowing my experience with the Ministry, many of its employees would prefer to swallow a spider fang than admit to any shortcomings, alongside any bags of galleons they feed to publications. For something to surpass that meant a true crisis.

“It can be confirmed by an inside source that a group of 5 elite aurors referred to under the codename ‘Fallen angels’ have found themselves at the centre of a dispute regarding the use of unregulated dark magic.

Witnesses across the Scottish hamlet of Aranshire acknowledged lingering effects of an unforgivable curse amongst an innocent bystander, alongside an increased presence of inferi in the area.

The Ministry of Magic have confirmed a ‘regrettable’ breach of the code of Magical ethics amongst the accused, led by the famed hunter Sebastian Sallow who was once labelled an auror prodigy. While the extent of their behaviour remains under seal, all five have been fired with immediate effect.”

A small bout of butterflies fills my stomach as I read over the brief statement again. I had expected to hear of Sebastian’s high-profile ascent through the ministry, but it was not meant to be this.

Five years ago.

“If anything, the Ministry is just a stepping stone for me. I’m not sure how long I can be around people not as driven as me.”

His words were sharp as the faint blinks of the night sky luminated down onto his freckles on top of the astronomy tower. Sebastian had a light glow as he spoke with determination, making it clear on the final night at Hogwarts that Anne’s fate would continue to mean everything.

“Even after everything we’ve been through?”

I couldn’t help but feel meek as I grasped onto the silver in the palm of my hand, knowing all I could do was support him and his goals, knowing they wouldn’t include me.

“Especially after everything”. He was exasperated but continued on.

“I didn’t go through all of this just to fail like Solomon did. So long as I live to cure Anne, Magic will not restrain me like Hogwarts has.”

The statement was almost like a snake’s hiss.

A moment passed by in silence, and the closer it was to midnight I knew I had to do one last thing.

“Sebastian!”

I sounded jittery and maybe I can blame it on the cold, but Sebastian’s brown eyes looked at me with curiosity.

“I, um, have something for you.

“Oh?” His expression upturned a little as I could relax the strain on my right hand, opening to see the silver pendant surrounding my crescent-shaped dips from grasping so tightly.

I opened out my hand to him, showcasing a glowing pendant in the shape of a small heart. My nerves lessened slightly as I look up to see his questioning look, knowing that if it’s from me it has a practical use.

“It’s charmed. If you find yourself taking on any more cursed trolls or have a compulsive need to prove you’re better than the other aurors, you can break this open and harness a small piece of Ancient Magic.”

I could see his admiration for the tiny locket and it pushes me to finish what I need to say before I leave.

“If anything, I hope it shows that what we learned wasn’t in vain. You’ll always have a piece of me, wherever you end up”.

I take a breath to let out the rest of my nerves as I wait for a response. Does it mean anything to be so vulnerable at this point?

“With your state I thought you were proposing to me, how’d you know I'm such a hopeless romantic?” he said with a chuckle, going back to his sarcastic default state.

“Knowing you would love that” I start as I proceed to stand up. “I found the locket in The Room of Requirement. It knew exactly what I needed and maybe what you wanted too. I hope it will mean something to you.”

Regret was becoming me because I was beginning to mourn something that never existed. My blurry vision started to betray me as all I could say was:

“Goodbye Sebastian. Good luck on your journey.”

The Next Day

There is a certain buzz within the staff corridor as I wait by the main staircase for an urgent announcement. A usually quiet morning now replaced with owls flying in every direction and questioning glares from myself and others who have no knowledge of the meetings regarding an affair of the ‘utmost importance.’

"If I'm quite honest, I think I would be more relaxed sitting alongside my new patch of Venomous Tentacula.”

Mirabel perks up to the restrained giggles of a few including myself. Normally we wanted to be an example for students by maintaining a sense of calm but this is one of the rare times where the uncertainty of the outside world could be felt within the castle’s walls.

There was some more idle chatter before Professor Black came barraging through with determination, his vision focusing solely forwards with Scrope not far behind. The house elf is doing more to qualm queries of the large audience as his master proceeds to walk up a few steps and announce to us all:

“Good morning everyone. I’m sure you all have heard of the recent news regarding one of the ministry’s esteemed auror’s branches being disbanded due to unlawful conduct. Whilst this school has an established and courteous relationship with the Ministry, I also have the belief that there are moments where we need to stand up for our own students. As a Slytherin specifically, given the choice we’ll choose to save our own necks in this somewhat lawless world we are currently in.”

The atmosphere was starting to feel tense, and as I briefly look around I have a feeling some of the other professors immediately caught on to what Professor Black was suggesting to us. My heart beat already starts to pick up, waiting for verbal confirmation.

“With Professor Hecat on secondment to the Ministry due to an undisclosed mission, I’m pleased to announce that one of our recent graduates, Sebastian Sallow, will be starting as Defence against the Dark Arts professor within the coming week. I will take no questions regarding this, and I expect you all to provide a courteous welcome.”

And there it was. Five years after letting go of an inescapable pain and it’s back.

“Meeting dismissed.”

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celiciaa · 8 months

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

WILD BEASTS' INDECENT PROCLIVITIES.

expect A LOT of mistakes, i had a hard time translating this, so please bear with me.

trigger warning: smut, just gilbert being overly obsessive

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The time when the curtain of night falls and the candlelight flickers dimly——

Gilbert: You are very quiet today. What's wrong?

He bites my ear lightly and whispers, a mixture of tension and pleasure creeps up my back.

Emma: I had a rough day yesterday…..

Gilbert: You've learned a lot. Great job.

I was laid on a black sheet and a kiss was dropped on my neck and chest.

Lord Gilbert smiled with satisfaction as the number of kiss marks on my chest increased.

(I really thought I was going to lose my mind last night…..)

Last night, Lord Gilbert was in a very bad mood, even in bed.

━━FLASHBACK━━

He happened to see me playing with the military dogs that was kept at the castle,

He wasn’t happy at that sight.

━━FLASHBACK━━

I tried to escape from the bed once, but the violent pleasure became too much to bear,

This seemed to agitate Lord Gilbert even more, and he loved me so intensely that I felt like I was going crazy.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I love you, Lord Gilbert, but.…)

(If you did that to me two days in a row, I would break.)

Gilbert: You're cute like a doll, but...

Emma: Nngh….

His lightly clawed fingers run from my chest to the navel, then down to the hot, moist area.

He stroked my sensitive area, spreading my wetness in process, as a cry escaped from my lips.

Gilbert: I prefer rebellious girls to submissive ones.

(…..)

His fingers slid deeper inside me where last night's heat remains, stroking me from within mercilessly.

Even though I bit my lip to muffle my voice and gripped the sheets tightly, my body jumped as pleasure poured out of me.

Gilbert: It's no fun if I'm always putting you down. // It's no fun to be constantly assembling you.

Gilbert: How about you try to pin me down once in a while? That is, of course, if you have the guts.

(You laugh at me every night….when I was trying to do that.)

Emma: Nn…aahh…!

My weak spots were relentlessly assaulted, and sweet numbness spread from between my legs to my toes.

Gilbert: Ahaha, you can’t, can you?

Gilbert: Yesterday, just by bullying you a little, you quickly stopped resisting, didn't you?

He pulled his fingers out, and then, sweet, gentle kisses fell on my body as I lay there limp.

(I don't know if Lord Gilbert wants me to resist or to trample me down….)

(However, Lord Gilbert's words are always true,)

(I'm also just frustrated that you’re doing whatever you want….!)

As I wriggled out from Lord Gilbert grasp, I raised my upper body and pushed him down onto the black sheet——

(Eh.)

I should have been able to do my way, but my legs were not strong enough that I ended up on Lord Gilbert’s lap.

Gilbert: That surprised me.

Gilbert: I wasn’t expecting you'd actually be on top of me.

When I realized that I was pressing my breasts against Lord Gilbert's face, heat rose up to my face.

Emma: I—I’m sorry…!

I panicked and tried to retreat from Lord Gilbert, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back.

Not allowing me to leave, he kept a firm grip on my arm.

Then Lord Gilbert placed his ear to my chest and remained silent.

Emma: Lord Gilbert…?

Gilbert: I like the sound of your heartbeat.

Gilbert: I can tell you love me very much.

(Lord Gilbert…you sound so calm….)

In the past, my heart used to pound with fear every time I saw Lord Gilbert.

But ever since I decided to live with him, I've been too much in love with him.

(My heart throbs in a different way when his face is buried in my chest…)

Gilbert: Your heart and the sound of its beating will forever belong to me.

Gilbert: Until the time comes when your heartbeat stops….no, even after it stops, I'll still love you.

(….I’m so happy.)

(Until my heartbeat stops, he says.)

(It means that Lord Gilbert will be with me for as long as I live….)

I gently raised myself up and let Lord’s Gilbert’s hand pressed against my chest.

Emma: I'll give you my heart as much as you want…and I won't forgive you if you're lying.

Emma: You will love me until my heartbeat stops, understood?

Gilbert: Hehe…I know.

Lord Gilbert smiled with satisfaction and lifted me up on his lap.

Gilbert: Hehe, what now?

Gilbert: You have to take responsibility for attacking me earlier. // You'll have to finish what you started, you know.

Emma: But you were the one who——

Gilbert: You're the one who's attacking me right now.

Emma: Then, what do you want me to do?

Gilbert: I wish you'd kiss me once in a while.

He looked at me with a piercingly hot gaze,

My head feels dizzy, like when I'm intoxicated by the smell of flowers.

After lightly biting Lord Gilbert’s lips, we drown ourselves in a deep kiss.

Emma: Mm…

(I can't help but want more of Lord Gilbert today….)

Gilbert: Unlike yesterday, you are much more aggressive today. Did you get excited when I heard your heartbeat?

Lord Gilbert pulled up my hand and pressed it against his neck.

For some reason, the quiet pulse that runs through my palm seems to me to be extremely immoral.

Gilbert: You can feel the pulse, can't you? The neck is a vital part of the body. So normally, no one can touch it.

Gilbert: You're the only one I'd allow to do this to me, okay?

Emma: Gil…hng…!

He played and tweaked my nipples, and a sweet numbness crawled up my spine.

Until Lord Gilbert’s heat pressed on my hips, which had fallen without any strength in my legs.

Gilbert: Don't let go of my hand. Keep feeling like this.

Every time I lose strength from my legs, he slides his length into my sensitive area.

(I can't…..find any strength….)

Emma: Aahh…!

I was penetrated to the deepest point, and I let out a pleasurable cry as the numbness ran through my brain.

He was pleasuring me from below, and I muffled my voice in my hand.

Gilbert: I'll make sure you're mine, over and over again. // I'll engrave myself in your body over and over just to make sure you’re mine.

(You didn't have to do that, I already belonged to you, Lord Gilbert….)

He was staring at me with an obsessive gaze, and a feeling of ecstasy was crawling up my spine.

The way he gripped my waist, never allowing me to escape from pleasure.

The next night, our hearts were melting together in a fiery love making that I willingly drowned myself in——

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