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fuck-goes-on · 3 years

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Reminder

pairing/s: dio morrissey x f! reader

summary: dio was being a brat, dancing with another girl in front of his mommy, so you take it upon yourself to remind him who he belongs to

warning/s: SMUT 18+ (MOMMY KINK, MMlb dynamics, light bondage, cock slapping, hand jobs, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia (crying is arousing)), dom&sub aftercare, comfort, mentioned ricky and eddie

note/s: GODDAMNIT im back to my bullshit again huh, this time we fuckn making dio our BITCH!!! hhh ok all i need to do now is write eddie, and mayhaps all three of them together OTL gif is mine lol

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You were not having a good day. You had missed your bus stop after already being an hour late to work, and to top it all off, you were accused of the mistakes in a large business report you and your coworkers wrote. After a long day of trying to fix whatever went wrong in the said report, Dio, your little devil, dragged you out of the comforts of your home to a nearby club and wind down with him.

The club wasn’t somewhere you would go, but it seemed to please Dio and you thought to yourself, why not just enjoy it? You weren’t needed at home, anyways, with Ricky out with his friends and Eddie at the library to study. And of course, Dio was with you the rest of the night.

He took you to the bar and ordered the both of you some drinks, glancing at you with a grin. You sat in front of him on the stool, leaning back against the bar to see that mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, isn't this fun, mommy?" He said unabashedly, his hands resting on your thighs as he stood in between your legs. He picked up your drink once it arrived, sniffing it once before handing it to you.

"It's alright," You teased, giving him a half-smile. Sipping on your drink, you take your time scoping out the area. There were multiple bodies on the dance floor, all dancing and swaying to the beat of the songs, and there were groups of people sitting at the booths and the bar. You looked back at him, catching the soft expression on his face before it melted back to his confident persona. "I can see why you and your friends like coming 'round here, it's entertaining and the booze ain't bad either."

Dio glowed at your praise, perking up and broadening his shoulders. "Of course! I wouldn't bring my mommy anywhere that's polluted with a bunch of drones." You shook your head, amused by his words. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss on the edge of his lips, feeling him chase you when you pulled back. He pouted for a second before bringing back his cheshire grin, "Do you want to come dance with me, mommy? I promise you'll have a good time."

"Hmm, I don't know, baby," You said regretfully, "I'm feeling too tired to dance. How about you go and have fun, hm? Mommy will keep an eye on you from here."

You laughed as he harrumphed, knowing that he brought you here solely to show you off, and now he wouldn't get the chance to. Your devil was a popular guy amongst the punk grunge community, that much you knew, but you've never been introduced into it.

Watching him slunk into the crowd, you silently observe him as you drink your liquor. He walked through the crowd as if it would part just for him, and it did. His head was held high, a slight swagger to his walk, and-

He approached a girl, slightly shorter than him, definitely a fan of him by the way she reacted, and led her to the dance floor. You glare daggers into the girl across the room, but mostly directed it into the leather-clad shoulders you were oh so familiar with. Your grip around your glass tightened as he turned her around, her back facing you, so he could catch your eyes as they ground against each other. You throw back your drink, finishing it in two gulps before standing up and stomping your way towards them.

Dio's shit-eating grin grew wider as you got closer, and the little devil had the gall to look pleased when you grab him by the arm and pull him away from the girl. Thankfully, she must've noticed your dark look and scrambled off into the crowd. You seethed at him as he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against his body. "What's the matter, mommy? I thought you wanted me to have fun." He whispered in your ear.

You reached your hand up to run your fingers through his black hair, suddenly gripping it tight and tugging his head backwards. He moaned out loud at the action, an open smirk on his lips you desperately wanted to erase. His eyes were dark as his gaze landed on your tense expression, and you knew then that that was the reaction he was looking for.

"I didn't mean that kind of fun, baby. If I'd known you wanted to be a slut tonight, I would've treated you like one," You growled at him, making him bite his lip to suppress his whimper. You let go of his hair, turning around and start walking towards the exit, knowing Dio would follow you out.

The ride home was fast, your hand clutching at the steering wheel tightly while your other hand held Dio’s just as tight. You felt his eyes on you the entire time, but besides your joined hands, you ignored him completely.

When you arrive back at the empty home, you had slightly calmed down but still intended to punish Dio. He almost bumped into your back in the hallway of your house after you paused in the middle. "Mommy?" He quietly asked, feeling the shift of your energy.

You turned to face him, eyes hardened, your gaze made him cower. "Go to the bedroom and strip. Hands above your head. Don't touch, or it'll be worse for you. Understand?"

Dio nodded, his breath catching in his throat. But you aren't satisfied with that, so you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth. "Y-yes, mommy, I understand."

"Good. Now go." You watched carefully as your devil scrambled up the stairs towards your room, his leather coat flying behind him. You took your time, however, before following him up. After bidding your time by checking things around the house, you finally climbed the stairs and entered your room.

Dio was spread out on top of your pristine sheets, as naked as the day he was born, with his hands above his head. You were pleased that he took your orders seriously for once and hummed in appreciation. His eyes were on you, tracking your every movement and waiting for your next order.

Instead, you reached down underneath the bed to grab the box of toys you shared with your three boys and pulled out a soft strand of rope. You moved to straddle Dio around his chest, far away from his leaking cock. Taking his wrists, you pulled them up and tied them to the headboard. You checked the knots to see if they were tight enough to stop him from moving his hands.

After being satisfied with your work, you shuffled down Dio's body, now sitting between his bare thighs and running your hands against his skin. "You know how this goes, right, baby? Tell me your word."

"Drone, mommy," Dio replied, already sounding breathless and all you did was tie him up. He struggled against his restraints, and when that failed, he bucked his hips down to chase your hand. You tutted and slapped his thigh, hard enough it left a pretty pink mark.

"No, Shane, mommy is going to punish you, so behave," You warned him, amused as he moaned loudly for you. You waited for him to settle down before spitting on your hand to wrap around his cock. Watching him jerk and groan, you kept at a slow rhythm, thumbing at the slit on the red cockhead every time your hand rose. "Do you like that, baby? You like mommy touching you right?"

"Yes! Y-yes, mommy, I love it," Dio hissed out, trying his best not to thrust up into your grip. It was fun seeing him unravel under your touch, how you affected and shook his whole being. It gave you a sense of power, of control over him, and nothing gave you more pleasure than that.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, making him cry out in want. You tsked at him, giving his cock a sharp slap in annoyance. Satisfied with the way he whimpered, you brought your hand back on him, this time tugging him faster and tighter. "Tell me, Shane, who owns this cock? Hm?" You asked darkly, observing how close he was to coming.

"It's yours, mommy- ah, th-this cock is yours!" He swore loudly, orgasm building quickly and eyes focusing on your hand. Growling, you pulled your hand away again, relishing in his sweet cries for more. You slapped his cock, once, twice, watching it bob left and right at the impact.

Grabbing his chin in your other hand, you made Dio look at you straight in the eye before resuming your fast and harsh rubbing. He sobbed pathetically, tears slipping from the corner of his eyes, mouth open wide with lewd sounds coming out of him.

"That's right, baby. This is my cock, so tell me- Why did you let that bitch grind on it? Is mommy not good enough for you anymore? Have to go out and whore yourself out to anybody who wants you?" You pushed his thighs wider apart, leaning your still clothed body as close to Dio as you can. He shook his head frantically, trying to speak and explain himself but before he could, you slap his cock once more. "It's okay baby," You cooed, faking sympathy. "Mommy will just have to remind her cock that it belongs to her only, isn't that right?"

Dio wailed as you keep jerking his cock, his orgasms denied multiple times it almost hurt. He pulled at his restraints, wanting to hold his mommy, but to no avail, he was tied down perfectly to your liking. "Ngh, mommy, mommy- please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, please-"

"Aw, baby, I forgive you," You said as you smiled at him, your hand pulling away from his flushed purple cock yet again, denying him of his pleasure. Thick tears start to streak his face, and you wipe them away with both of your hands. Pressing a kiss on his forehead, you felt him tip his head closer to yours, eyes shining with unshed tears. You soften at the sight of him and meld your lips together in a slow kiss. You licked at his bottom lip, nipping at it lightly and pulled at it as you leaned back. "Are you okay, baby? Still with mommy? You did so well for me, Shane, the best. Mommy will reward you now, okay?"

"Y-yes, thank you, mommy," Dio whimpered out, gasping out loud as your hand makes contact with his sensitive cock for the last time. Your movement is slower now, less tight but good enough to easily bring him to a high. You don't let go as he finally came all over your hand and his stomach, crying out loud at the intensity of his orgasm. "F-fuck! Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"That's my good boy, taking his punishment so well and remembering his manners. You're so good for me," You mumbled against his temple, pressing soothing kisses at the matted hair and skin there. You reached up to release his wrists from the rope and kissed it lightly. You let Dio rest and relax on the bed as you moved around the room to get lotion and wet tissues.

Sitting next to him, you started rubbing the lotion at the irritated surface of his wrists, soothing it the best you can. You then clean up the mess he made on his belly and your hand and wipe away the tear stains on his cheeks, throwing away the used tissues in the garbage can near your dresser.

Thankfully, Dio calmed down as you took care of him, his breaths going back to a normal pace. You took off your clothes before laying down next to him and smile when he immediately curled into your side. You rubbed his back and stroked his hair, humming a random tune to lull him to sleep.

Before he did, he opened his tired eyes once more to stare up at you. You tilted your head in question, wondering what he has to say.

"You did well too, mommy. You feel better now, right? No more tension?" He asked, and you freeze in surprise. It made sense, Dio using his brattiness for you to let off some steam from your bad day. And he did succeed; You felt infinitely more lighter than you did at the start of the day, and it was because of your little boy.

You softly smile at him, eyes tearing up a bit at his thoughtfulness. "Yes, baby, I feel much better. Thank you for this, love you so much, Shane."

"I love you too, mommy. Now let's sleep, you tired me out." You chuckled and cuddled Dio closer to you, the both of you drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

#youve heard of daddies punishing little girls #but have you heard of #mommies punishing little boys #👀#i live and die for this shit bruv #dio morrissey #shane 'dio' morrissey #dio morrissey x reader #shane 'dio' morrissey x reader #nypd blue #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #MMlb

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yoongi-sugaglider · 3 years

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Artemis Rising

The story of a Goddess and a Demi God, star crossed lovers whose story was lost to the complexity of history. The truth is they were wronged. All because of the jealousy of a brother. Can they escape their fate in a modern age? Can reincarnation allow her to finally reunite with the ones who loved her?

genre: angst ; reincarnation/Greek mythology au ; werewolf au

pairing: Yoongi x reader; ot7 x reader ; ft: Ateez

warnings: abusive relationship, physical abuse towards reader, vengeful ot7, inaccurate description of Ateez as aggressive (they’re sweet babies I swear! But Eomma needed a bad guy), fighting, character death, of age drinking (more to be added mayhaps?)

Word count: 3197

Chapter 2

Above the moon waned, it’s glorious light barely casting a glow upon the stilled seas that would normally grace sweet Gaia’s shores.

“My child, why do you weep so?” Leto stepped from the shadows. The soothing calm that normally encased the Titan Goddess of motherhood was gone, replaced with a sense of distress and panic at the sight of her precious daughter weeping upon a piece of sea swept driftwood.

“Mother…” Artemis sobbed, reaching out to the tall figure and crumpling into her lap.

“Artemis, my darling. Speak to me. Who is the cause of your tears?”

It took the moon goddess a while to answer, so wrapped up in her grief that her entire body trembled and the moon shed a little more of its light, now barely a sliver in the sky.

“It’s O...Orion. He’s...he’s gone mother. By mine own hand…”

Leto gasped, pulling away to stare down at Artemis with wide eyes.

“The young hunter boy? The one who’d caught your eye and joined you in your hunts?”

“The very same. Oh mother what do I do?”

The night wore on as the goddess of the moon wept, seeking comfort in the arms of Leto who could only stroke her back in comfort and attempt to soothe her broken soul.

The sun began to rise, it’s golden glow muted and pale as Apollo approached.

“Son. Is this your doing?” A hint of anger leached into the benevolent Titan’s voice as she gave her only son a heated stare.

“Mother...I…”

“You knew it was him!” Artemis stood, short sword in hand as she rounded on her once beloved brother. “You knew and you challenged me anyway! All of this born of your stupid misplaced jealousy!”

“Sister, please I just…”

Artemis cut him off, lunging forward with all of the intent of driving the golden steel of the Gods through his chest.

“Artemis no!!”

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Panic gripped me as I lunged forward, arm outstretched as if attempting to reach...something.

I shook my head in bewilderment, hoping the motion would wake me up enough to remember the dream that had left me with tear stained cheeks and a pillow soaked in my own grief. As with every other dream of mine though, it’d faded too fast. A wisp of a thing fading away in the morning light.

I sighed, finally allowing my hand to fall to the coolness of the bedsheet. A glance beside me let me know that once again Hongjoong had woken long before me...that or he’d never come to bed as the sheets beside me were as cold and empty as always.

I sighed again, letting the loneliness of the early morning caress my cheeks and dry the tears left over from the formless nightmare. Eventually I was able to get myself motivated enough to get up and start the day. It was honestly a perk working from home that I didn’t have a specific time to get up. But I preferred working on my writing early on in the day so that I could have the evenings to myself to relax and do whatever needed to be done before Hongjoong got home.

After a quick shower and change of clothes I made my way down to the kitchen in the hopes of having a quiet breakfast.

"Miss…"

I couldn't help the squeak that left my lips when Yeosang's strong, deep voice echoed through the vast expanse of the kitchen. Eyes wide I stared at his broad back, confused as to how he even knew I was standing in the doorway. Standing at the stove was Seonghwa, cooking away in a world of his own.

At Yeosang’s acknowledgement of my presence Seonghwa glanced over to me. I couldn’t help but wither under his intense stare. A frown formed between his eyebrows as he took in the bruise on my left cheek that I’d failed to cover up with several layers of concealer along with the way I shrunk away from their combined stares.

Neither of them commented though and it came as a relief that they turned back to their respective tasks after a moment more of silence.

“There’s omelet rolls on the way. Meat’s cooked and on the table.” Seonghwa’s words weren’t spoken to anyone but I knew they were aimed at me. Whispering out a quick thank you I scurried over to the dining table, head down and eyes pinned to the small pile of bacon sitting before me.

The rest of the meal was delivered quickly, the imposing men’s silence deafening as usual as they seemed to tiptoe around me. I’d come to expect and accept it at this point as it seemed that each of my bodyguards was absolutely terrified of reaching out to me in any way.

I could have used the comfort. Used some sort of touch or a soothing word to get through the monotony of my days. But I suppose that’s what Yoongi was for…

So I turned to him. Once dishes were done and put away I began texting him, checking in on his day, asking the usual best friend questions and hanging on to every time the phone would vibrate while I worked in the relative quiet of my little writing corner. Before I’d even realized it, the day had moved on without me.

I glanced up out of the window, startling myself at the abrupt darkness that had swallowed the day and cast the world into the deepest recesses of twilight. Somehow I’d missed lunch and dinner, and the hunger gnawed at my stomach in a way that made me nervous just thinking about it.

Hongjoong would be home by now, and the mere thought of facing him after last night set me on edge.

“Have you been holed up in here all day?”

I couldn’t help the squeak of fear that escaped me. Whipping around I stared wide eyed at Hongjoong who’d somehow walked into my office without me hearing and was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Hongjoong...I...I didn’t hear you come in…” I pressed my hand against my chest, struggling to still the rapid beating of my heart.

He smirked, dropping his arms and pushing away from the doorframe. His movements were so smooth, so calculated. My gaze swept his figure as he stalked towards me like a predator, noting he was still in his business suit and tie though the latter was untied and hung loosely from his neck.

“Good. You weren’t supposed to.”

I shrunk down in my chair as he towered over me, shadows cast on his face making it hard to gauge his mood or what he could possibly want with me.

“Your meeting. It went well I hope?” No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t shove the slight quiver in my voice down and I hated myself for it. Hated that his presence alone struck such a level of fear in me even without him having done anything.

“Hmm…” His noncommittal hum echoed through the room and some part of me screamed in disgust at the way my body sagged with relief when he turned away from me and moved back to the bedroom door.

“I met with a few social acquaintances of mine.” Ever so slowly he closed the door, as if shutting the world out of our conversation. It wasn’t really necessary, no one here would ever dare walk in on him without announcing themselves first.

“Oh?” My tongue darted out to wet my lips and his eyes followed the motion almost hungrily. I couldn’t help but suppress the shudder of fear that raced through my bloodstream.

“You’re...acquaintances with that popular boy band...yes?” I couldn’t quite tell what he was after. His tone of voice was flat, almost as if he was already bored with the conversation even though he’d been the one to initiate it.

I turned in my computer chair to face him fully, watching as he leaned heavily on the closed door and folded his arms over his chest.

“I’m friends with them, yeah. Is...there…”

The sly grin that flashed across his face set every alarm bell ringing in my head. He was planning something, and the implications could honestly mean anything but none of it was anything good.

“I want you to invite them to the party tomorrow night. Make sure they come, no exceptions.”

I blinked, head tilting to the side as I followed his every move. He pushed away from the wall, stalking over to me slowly. It took everything in me to sit still instead of retreating back into myself as the predatory threat loomed over me in the form of Hongjoong’s imposing figure.

I stared at his chest for a moment as he pressed his hands on either side of me on the desk, effectively caging me in. When I’d finally found the nerve to look him in the eyes the fire there had me instantly shrinking in on myself.

“I want them there, no exceptions. No excuses.”

“Y...yes, okay Hongjoong…”

He continued staring at me for a long moment, face morphing into various emotions from distaste to mistrust and finally settling on neutral disgust. Grabbing my chin he pulled me close, sealing his lips against mine in some form of possessive dominance that had me melting in to him despite every cell of my being wanting to pull away and protect myself from him.

“That’s my good girl.” Patting my cheek he turned and marched off, leaving me confused and irritated with myself for the display of weakness.

***

“Hyung, remind me why we agreed to this again?” Jungkook coughed, slim fingers curled into the collar of his tie as he struggled to breathe around it.

“Because y/n asked us to, that’s why.” Seokjin growled, grabbing the young boy by the arm and twirling him just enough to reposition the tie accordingly and allow Jungkook to breathe.

“Well, I mean besides that…'' Jungkook blushed, eyes darting through the entryway and into the rest of the massive mansion. It’d taken everything Yoongi had to convince them to take their one day off to support their best friend. They’d been all for it up until he mentioned it’d been to support Kim Hongjoong’s ‘important announcement’. At that point they’d just about all gotten up and walked away until he mentioned she’d begged him specifically.

“Well here’s to hoping the food is at least good…” Taehyung muttered as he shoved his way into the entry hall and tossed his overly long coat at the poor overloaded coat rack in the corner.

“I swear if that fucker tries to make trouble for her tonight I’m going to tear his throat out.” Hoseok growled, eyes narrowed to slits as he’d just spotted the man in question.

Hongjoong strutted across the hall, disappearing through the large glass doors that led out to the lanai and the massive back yard where the main portion of the party was held.

“We’ll do no such thing.” Namjoon said. He placed a calming hand on Hoseok’s shoulder, giving the younger men each a piercing look that set them back to their relaxed state of alert once more.

“At least not until she’s ready to let him go and come home with us.” Yoongi huffed. He nodded for the lanai. “Let’s get out there, our girl needs us.”

The group complied, putting on their idol faces and smiling and waving to the small crowd that gathered as soon as they stepped out into the fairy light lit backyard. Finding her wasn’t hard. She flitted to and fro, handling one disaster or another while keeping a small smile plastered on her face as she played hostess to the hundreds of guests that’d been invited to witness whatever it was Hongjoong had planned to announce.

There even appeared to be several high ranking members of the press hanging around. Most hovering over the buffet style food tables while others interviewed various members of the staff along with guests in the hopes of getting an exclusive on what this party could be about.

“Vultures…” Yoongi muttered as he nursed the cup of punch he’d been handed by some faceless waiter.

“Aye, but they have their use. Keeps the eye on Hongjoong and off of me.” The soft voice that whispered beside him had him instantly grinning.

“Well hi there gorgeous.” He turned to her, eyes darting over her form to take in the sultry green dress she’d donned. The silken material hugged her in places that had him salivating, luckily though he was able to school his features quickly before she or anyone else could notice the hungry look he’d barely been able to control.

“Oh hush Yoongs. You know this is my least favorite dress.” She blushed, turning away from him to subtly fan the heat rising in her cheeks.

“Yeah, that may be. But anyone would be a fool not to appreciate what you’re flaunting.” He snickered half heartedly, hoping she’d take it as a joke and not as the truth he so desperately wanted to scream at her no matter who happened to be watching.

“Thank you for coming, Yoongi…” She whispered, eyes darting over to the grand stage Hongjoong had insisted be set up in the center of the garden.

“Anything for you little moon.” His words went unheard though as Hongjoong chose that moment to clear his throat into the microphone and interrupt any conversation that may have been taking place.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! I’d like to have your attention for a moment if you don’t mind!”

“As you are all aware, my family has been a leading edge to our beautiful city for many a generation. My father swore to uphold the law to the best of his ability, and when he passed several years ago it left a void in so many people’s hearts. His father before him served as well, standing with his fellow citizens to fight against oppression and the government corruption that’d been keeping us all down up until his final breath.” Hongjoong bowed his head as the crowd applauded, cheering his forefathers and shouting various praises as to Hongjoong’s own accomplishments.

He held up a hand, shooting them all a winning smile as they quieted down to allow him to continue.

“Pompous prick…” Yoongi muttered, taking a sip of his punch to hide the movement of his lips.

“Tonight we are gathered here, not only in celebration, but in unity. To come together not as reporters and millionaires and chefs and idols. But as fellow citizens brought together by a single cause, to make this city great again! To make our neighborhoods safer and our children safer. To bring us all together under one unified cause so that we can make Seoul great again!”

The crowd roared to life, cheering Hongjoong’s name and surging forward to crowd the stage as he smiled upon them on like so many obedient children.

“And so!” He spoke over the cheers, somehow making himself heard despite the noise. “I’m officially announcing myself as being in the running for mayor. Rejoice! For change is here!”

The woman beside Yoongi squeaked, her face deathly pale as she seemed to be on the verge of either throwing up or passing out. Yoongi knew that look, knew the impending panic attack that came along with it and began ushering her towards the relative safety of the house.

“Yoongi I…”

“Hush little moon, let’s get you inside and away from this crowd.” His fingers curled around her arm and she seemed to want to lean into the touch, but just before they could reach the door she stopped and turned to him with a wide eyed stare.

“I...I was supposed to make sure we had more sauce for the shrimp cocktail… I...I can’t go in just yet…”

A throat cleared behind them and Yoongi instantly dropped his hand, turning to address the newly announced politician.

“Hongjoong..” Yoongi nodded, barely a jerk of his head in confirmation of the man’s presence really but it was just visible enough as to not seem disrespectful of the man’s status.

“Ah! The famous Min Yoongi!” The politician grinned, pulling his woman close and gripping her hip tightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ve heard many good things about you from my precious fiancé.”

Yoongi grunted in response. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, claws growing and sharpening in response to his growing rage. At the first pinch of pain as they broke the skin he released his fists, forcing his fingers to hang limply at his side.

“Y/n, have you dealt with the catering issues my dear?”Hongjoong turned to her, eyes piercing into her own. It was him dismissing her from the conversation.

She glanced over to Yoongi, eyes filled with apology as she bowed low to the both of them, nearly bent in half as she excused herself from the conversation.

Hongjoong watched her leave, his stare predatory in nature as he watched her disappear into the crowd.

“I heard you’re running for mayor.” Yoongi spoke quietly, knowing the puffed up man would be able to hear him over the noise of the crowd of partygoers.

“Ah, you have?” Hongjoong turned back to Yoongi, that predatory glare still filling his eyes with an insanity that only those born to create chaos and destroy others could possess. “It’s a lofty goal I know. But I feel the need to change things comes with power. And this world could really use a little bit of change don’t you think?”

Yoongi knew he didn’t mean positive change of any kind. This man was far too prone to violence to mean anything more than chaos and destruction.

“How does y/n feel about all this?” Yoongi casually took a sip of his drink. He angled his body away from Hongjoong slightly, eyes darting around the garden. He spotted Jimin and Namjoon heading towards y/n and a small part of him relaxed greatly.

“Y/n? Now why would her opinion matter in the slightest?”

At that Yoongi returned the entirety of his attention to the mad man. “Why...she’s going to be your wife soon. Doesn’t the idea that she’s being thrust into the limelight bother her?”

Hongjoong shrugged, lifting his glass to take a sip of champagne. “Honestly no. She knew my goals before she said yes. If she has anything negative to say about it she’ll tell me and we can address it accordingly.”

The pure menace in his tone let Yoongi know the discussion wouldn’t be very long and would almost surely end up with her gaining a new bruise or two, if not a trip to the hospital.

“For her sake Hongjoong...I really do hope you have her best interests at heart…” Yoongi turned to the man, his drink long forgotten as he fixed the man with a fierce glare.

“Because if anything else happens to her and I find you...you’ll wish you’d stayed in whatever gutter hole you crawled out of to get here.”

#bts x reader #bts soulmate au #bts werewolf au #bts greek god au #bts mythology au #bts angst #ateez angst #ateez greek god au #bts min yoongi x reader

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ellitx · 3 years

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Akdjfjeb Im really happy to hear you like my stuff but tbh im really scares ti start my own blog, because canon himmel is a minor and I wouldnt actually lewd him if we didn't have our scenario's set up here, like we know whats up here and its a safe space ;w; and plus i write these in secret on my phone and i die if anyone outside of tumblr or people from my art twitter were to catch me ;;

Anywho how about vamp butler Himmel feeding from his darlings thighs after helping her with her monthly~ (nsfw below i dunno how to cut stuff on mobile thru an ask)

He finally had you, laying sleeping softly in his servants quarters. Usually Venti gets to you first through mischievous ways, either by climbing through the window, or slipping into your bed before you woke the next morning

But today you had come to visit him on your own accord, saying that you wanted to make sure he was alright and to seek some of your own comforts through spending the late afternoon with him, saying it would ease some of the pain, until you slipped into a quiet nap with him. "Oh how I have been graced with you today my sweet song bird, and how I wish to alleviate your pain and replace it with extacy.." he thought, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours whilst placing a soft kiss on your fingers patiently waiting for you to awake.

Not much longer did you begin to stir, he flinches from your movement being as your bodies were glued together "Hmm.. where-- Himmel sir is that you..? Are we still in the servants quarters..?" You whisper and with your body shifting he sensed it, your crimson essence leaking from you, it took everything in him to not devour you right then and there. "Yes Mistress, Im sorry did I wake you mayhaps..?" He breathed into the crook of you neck.

"Mm.. no.. its the pain that woke me up Im sorry to have worried you sir.." you clung onto him a bit tighter seeking comfort in his warmth "Well, I do have a suggestion.. it might be a bit crude but it will benefit us both greatly.." He choked out embarrassed and with a racing heart he could smell you, he had your cycle down to the hour, he hadnt fed in weeks he was was almost about to combust

"And what would that be..?" You nervously question starting up at him. "Shhh my songbird let me show you" as he lowers himself down towards your core not even knowing your cycle had started, gently placing both of your legs over his shoulders "Himmel..!? Are you sure I- Mmm..!" He couldn't wait he needed this now pulling your delicate garements off of you his head already lapping at your core, drinking up all you had to offer

"Ahhh..! Sir.. I" turning your head to the side whilst covering your mouth to quiet your moans " Mm I needed this.. I needed you so bad.. Venti always hogging you to himself drives me mad.. My deepest apologies.. mm.. my sweet but I cant help myself" Darting his toungue inside your core to suck everything from your womb, your life essence pouring into him as he grips your thighs almost to roughly

"Mmnm..! Master.. Himme-..! Im so close... You treat me too well ahh..!! And that only invokes him further he wants you to release everything you have onto him, his life is to serve yours, ever loyal, and with that spring coming undone you come down onto him squeezing around his toungue "Yes..! You feed me such good nectar y/n" your legs are shaking as he rubs his hands on your thighs oh so sensually to try to sooth them, until another craving hits and glances up to you askingly

You nod knowing what he needs as you let his bear fangs to your sweet thighs, sucking and licking so gently "Nnnm..! Anything for you sir.."

(its getting long again gonna end it here -💚)

Ahh no pressure anon! I understand what you mean and tbh i actually have a secret blog of my own where i put all my self-indulgent dark contents and story ideas ( °◡° )

Im limiting my brainrotting here since some may find it uncomfortable, unless another anon has started the topic then i’ll let them indulge it a bit

ANYWAYS— thank you for this another himmel food ^q^ you’re doing god’s work and i love you <333 my inbox is always open if you want to share more of your ideas about him and his darling~

#anon ask #💚 anon #ellianswers #venti brainrot #submission #himmel #himmel x reader

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26 and 44 mayhaps 👉👈

“Your form’s all wrong.”

Benita ignored the incessant droning and shifted her foot back and dropped into an elegant lunge, her long spear held steadily along the length of her arm. She rose swiftly, palm striking out as her knee came up to her chest. She continued through the forms, movement fluid like water as the spear danced in her grasp.

Finding the adequate space to practice on this sorry excuse for a starship was near impossible, but Benita had to admit she had some fondness for the cargo hold. Millie had kindly shifted around some spare containers to create a private corner of the hold and even lent her some standard exercise equipment. Now that her entry onto the Actium’s crew roster was official, everyone was treating her with much more grace and open trust, no doubt under the Captain’s orders.

Everyone, that is, except for Raiden.

He lounged at the foot of one of the containers, eyes shamelessly trailing over her exposed arms as she moved. He pretended to be friendly enough, flashing pretty smiles as he poked and prodded at her psyche, but Benita couldn’t shake the darkness that lurked just underneath. Had she still been a Themi, she would have cut him open and lit him up. Now she just fantasized about it every time he opened his mouth.

“You know, you’ve gotten a lot more docile since Halin told you to stay on board. Dogs need masters, I suppose.” He leaned forward, batting his eyelashes as he rested his chin on his fist. “Saves you the trouble of having to think for yourself.”

Benny breathed out hard through her nose but continued to hold her stance. This was commonplace. Raiden, stupidly, wrung some sadistic joy out of riling her up, as if she hadn’t slaughtered half of a prison’s guard force by herself weeks before. She watched him from the corner of her eye as he rose to his feet and stretched languorously.

“I suppose I should feel bad for you, though,” Raiden laughed without any mirth. “I don’t think our fine Captain will have you running down kids and grandmas like the good ol’ days.”

Benny ground her teeth as she fell out of the pose. Fine. If Raiden wanted to pick a fight, then she would end it before it began. She stalked toward him, the end tip of her spear dragging harshly against the hold’s metal grates. “Why must you continue this obsession with me?”

Raiden licked his lips and cocked his head to the side, a strand of his deliberately tousled hair falling in front of his face. “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. I’m just concerned that your leash isn’t tight enough. If I had it my way, you’d be chained down here.”

He continued to smile as she entered his personal space. Benny slammed the spear down an inch from his foot. He flinched, barely, but the smile dropped for a moment. She leaned forward, hot breath fanning his face as tiny sparks danced around her teeth. “And how would you possibly go about accomplishing that?”

“Woah! What happened to all of that famed Themi discipline, hmm?” Raiden cooed. His look was entirely too smug, too triumphant. Rage blinded Benny’s vision as she backed him fully against the wall.

“One more word from your lips, and I will break you,” she growled, drinking in the way his hand trembled as it dropped to his side. She would enjoy it, too. Themi may be trained to kill as cleanly and painlessly as the situation allowed, but this fool could be her first exception. He could act as tough as he liked, but she was forged in war. A feeble thing like him, even with his hand inching towards his sidearm, was nothing compared to her.

She blinked, eyes dropping back down to Raiden’s hand. “I see.” Benny pushed back from the wall, careful to keep her movements contained despite the urge to put his head through the container wall. “How dare you think such a cheap trick would work on me! Goad me into attacking you so you can kill me without punishment, is that correct?” Halin may have told the crew to accept her, but Benny had no doubt that she would accept Raiden’s claims of self defense given her reputation, even if it was the most dishonorable tactic she could imagine. Perfect for someone of his caliber.

“Bloodthirsty, Ben,” Raiden reminded her with a click of his tongue. His hand rose from the sidearm as he crossed his arms, that vicious smirk never falling. “Won’t take it long to work.” He winked, eyes dancing with something sadistic. “All I need to do is wait.”

#act 1 benny/raiden is just the worst shit ever i love toxic people #ty jasmine!!#montliyets #actium #benita #raiden mare #my writing #ask

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the-headbop-wraith · 3 years

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3 _ 47 A Goodbye Letter

Kingsman Mechanics didn’t usually pick out supplies with smaller distributors, but occasionally Arthur would roll around to collect some of the less essential equipment which had a habit of wearing out. Sometimes it was worth it to spurge a buck if the use was versatile enough, while other equipment had components that wore out regularly and it required periodic maintenance. Other assets he did like to snag spur of the moment, typically for his personal work such as on his arm, or when he needed inspiration for new gear that was hitting the market.

It was always such an outlet to head out of town and browse the techno shop, supplied with quality parts and computer components for modest prices. One division of the shop displayed aisles of industrial shelving, with test gadgets up top for casual shoppers. Other portions of the store dedicated inventory to domestic living, or industrial distribution. It was likewise one of the nearest shops that carried valued craft supplies for largescale modeling, such as welding and do-it-yourself engineering. For Arthur’s needs, he was aiming for some new soldering parts to boost the efficiency in a refurbished arm.

There were advantages to a custom made mechanical arm. Dealing with corroded bolts and nuts or working with a stubborn, over twisted bolt was not the issue it used to be. However, it wasn’t a real arm, some of the angles he used to twist into for reaching sections of a car was now troublesome, and his false arm had limits different to a limb of flesh and blood. The circuits and servos didn’t mend on their own over time, if something inside the arm ceased altogether the whole arm crapped out. He couldn’t call for ten and give the arm a chance to heal, anything that needed fixing Arthur did so in his spare time. To avoid those complications, rotors and gears required maintenance; the harder the work, the more frequent the checkups. Circuits burnt out due to overuse – sometimes it overheated – wiring frayed of came loose from the excessive movement and prolonged abuse.

And dear gods, did he abuse his arm.

He moved down the large lane, checking his phone and comparing the listing to the names and brands of spooled wires in bins. A metal with a higher heat tolerance was more expensive, but it would endure more hours. However, he needed to construct a better housing for the circuit line to prevent the insulation getting snagged. One of the first arms he built, he totally forgot to factor in gravity and momentum; the wires were not secured like they should’ve been and the model was short lived. He didn’t even make it through the first (return to) paranormal case, they didn’t even arrive to the destination before the thing died.

With a shudder, he tossed the elected spool into his basket. Within, some large crates of craft metal for repairing cosmetic areas of the shop. Some lowkey cheapy materials he bought offhand, rather order wholesale. Some test gear to burn through before reaching out to large distributors for orders.

Next, he ventured to the aisle for hosing and insulation components. A new building line for storing energy for the battery would extend the functionality of his arm. The only thing he could do while resting was recharge the internal battery, big whoop.

On his way to the aisle, Arthur dithered and gave his space a brief examination. The creeping sensation that someone was watching, or someone followed him. It was no mistake, he knew that sensation better than a burn. No way this was paranoia. Never would he attribute his instincts to paranoia.

For now, he played it cool. It was more to the hope that being out in public would deter something malicious, but he wouldn’t let on about his suspicions. Once he reached the parking zone, he’d have to be on his—

In his ruminations, Arthur almost didn’t react in time to avoid the basket that eased out into his path. However, his reflexes remained uncontested, and he managed to swerve despite his gimp arm.

“Holy crepes! I’m so sorry, excuse—” He shut up, and mayhap his face drained of what little color it had. In his path stood….

MAMMA PEPPER!

The stern face, the tight shoulders, the imposing aura. Arthur purposefully avoided the Pepper Paradiso, the whole Pepper Bushel – save one vengeful spook – nononononononononononononononononononoNO! Why is she here? He avoided all the grocery stores in all their small town, save for the few times he had to go out and pick up foodstuffs because his Uncle was too sick or swamped with work, whatever – he couldn’t let Uncle Lance go out, even if he insisted he was fine – she couldn’t be here, not in the sacred mechanics haven. The last frontier of casual shopping, and freedom from the accusing eye. This was inconceivable!

Arthur opened his mouth, but words abandoned him. His throat generated an eerie whine. “Ack.”

“Arthur,” Mamma Pepper spoke, voice icy, but somehow heated and thick. “I haven’t seen you in some time. You and Vivi, don’t come by anymore. Do you?”

Any shape or form of human vocalization was beyond Arthur. He clenched his jaw, choked back a swallow, and tried for a syllable. “Uh.”

“Are you all right? Should I leave you?” She pulled the basket backwards, though there was plenty of room for Arthur to move onward.

“No,” squeaked Arthur. “Uh… it’s all right. I mean, I’m fine. It’s okay.” He took a breath. Without a word, Mamma Pepper stood, rigid and impassive. “Yeah. It’s fine. Um, Vivi… she uh, she—” He stalled when Mamma Pepper raised a hand.

“I see. I didn’t mean to intrude.” She tightened her grip on the basket. “I try not to push, but I also don’t want you both believing you are not welcome. You are always… welcomed at the Pepper Paradiso. Does it help when I remind you?” She peaked one critical eye at Arthur.

He nodded. “It… yes. I appreciate the offer.” He glanced aside, then, checked the supplies in the basket. Industrial Gas Connectors, among other parts and pieces from gauges to replacement dials. “How’s the restaurant doing?” Mamma Pepper seemed to frown. Seemed to. And sighed.

“Business as usual.”

“I didn’t mean the business,” Arthur interjected. “I was talking about your equipment. I meant to call and ask, if you… needed some maintenance work? I could come by sometime. I can bring, eh… Vivi. She’d like to come by too, I think. I’d have to ask. She’s been, um…” reflexively, he reached over to grip at his metal wrist, “been doing, erm… well. Yeah. I wanted to ask….” He stalled.

Mamma Pepper’s stare became harder, more critical. But there was an underlying softness he could scarcely discern.

For the past month Lewis spent the bulk of his time at Vivi’s apartment, while she was out at work or checking in with Arthur during days off. Though she recognized Lewis wouldn’t remain the whole time locked away or secluded from the world, he left notes when he was jamming off and for how long he intended to be. Where he went remained a mystery, which she was not super eager to inquire about but she did remain curious. She was more apt in reading his nonverbal cues and perhaps a little underestimated in her abilities, given her experience with paranormal creatures.

Today was one of the first times she hauled Lewis out, though he was foremost invited to change up his ‘routine’, whatever that consisted of. For a bit, he pretended to give the offer some thought – while he hovered midair looking pretty relaxed. It wasn’t a huge surprise that he went along, not that he had a schedule or anything to keep on task with. Aside from shopping runs, a task reserved for the evening, with funds set out for his personal use, and having no real needs of his own. He spent the money on making sure Vivi was well stocked, so poor-poor Mystery wouldn’t have to watch his partner drink those awful canned teas.

This day was not one to be in any particular place, with an established time to return on. It was a rare day to get out there and go nowhere, spend time in each other’s company.

And Vivi felt like she was getting to know a Lewis better. She wasn’t certain which Lewis she was becoming more aware of, since there was a difference between Lewis Pepper when he was living, and the Lewis postmortem – if she was to put it indelicately. There were not enough notebooks and folders in the Box which gave her insight into Lewis Pepper, not enough pictures to rekindle memories stolen from the pools of reflection. It didn’t matter so much that she remembered who he was, but that she knew who he is. It bothered her that she lost what once was, and might never be able to take it back.

A braided crown of stems and flowers alit on Vivi’s head. She took it down and gave the hoop shape a brief scrutiny.

“Not my best flower crown,” Lewis admitted. “But not a lot of flowers ‘round here.” He held a short stem between his teeth, and gave a comical southern draw.

“Is it imbued with special, mystical properties?” She turned the crown over and over. Lewis’ voice hitched, as he cackled.

“No, Vii. Not everything needs special secret magic to make it special.” He grinned. “It’s an old fashioned, unremarkable, flower crown.”

Vivi set the crown back upon her head. “Plants always have a charm about them, through the winter they endure. I don’t know what it is. The dormancy, the anticipation of reawakening post a harsh and relentless season, something previously viewed as unsightly, reviving, blooming. Hmm… I hope we can have a snowfall before the cold ends.”

Lewis shrugged. He leaned back against the tree they sat beneath, shaded from the sun by the thin branches brimming with miniscule buds. “One more snow fall wouldn’t be too bad, though I always love the colors of spring. I’m eager for the return of some color.”

Across the open field of the park, Mystery darted by like a bullet. As if a vengeful spirit was snapping at his tail. Like he was racing his own shadow.

Vivi reclined back and rested her head on his thigh. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“When you leave your notes? Do you actually go out somewhere, or… do you sometimes rest too?” she pondered. “I get this feeling you’re not gone completely. Like you’re still there, but unresponsive. Resting?”

Lewis reached a hand up and scratched at his cheek. “Uh, perceptive much? Sometimes I am a little weary and can’t fully manifest, like the way you… know. Since I can’t just be, I don’t want you to worry. Other times, I’ll find my way to the van. It… is a place where I feel at peace. Dunno why that is.”

Vivi pulled her hands up and folded them over her middle. “Hanging around with the living still overwhelming?”

“It’s a lot of energy to deal with. I can’t really escape it.” Vivi smirked.

“And how’s the van coming along?”

Lewis wheezed, “Slowly.”

Vivi tilted her head back further and gazed into the rich azure sky. “What about you? Not that it matters right now, but you’re not casting a shadow. That only happens when somethings on your mind, or you’ve pushed yourself a little too much.”

Lewis reached over and tucked back a loose hair under the woven crown. “That’s nothing to worry about, I’ve been more active than usual. I guess it’s not so noticeable when we’re doing the travel gig, and you’re focused not on me.” He offered a sly waggle of his brow above the sunglasses, and Vivi responded by squinting back suspiciously. “Mi queria, don’t worry so much. If I thought something was off, you’d be the first person I’d go to.”

Vivi scoffed. “You better, buster.”

Mystery sprinted over and gave pause, long enough to tumble down beside Vivi and roll in the scraggily grass. “Mystery!” The wily hound snatched the crown from her head and took off, his yapping suspiciously rebounding like cackling laughter. “You give that back!” Vivi flew up, scrambling to get on her feet. Lewis was up immediately, skiing forward.

“Oh! I absolutely will catch you! Don’t you doubt it!”

The ears and hair on Mystery shot up, and he was off faster than a beam of light. Lewis dove after the dog, zigzagging in wild patterns and grabbing at thin air upon every duck and slide Mystery pulled. The grass beneath Lewis’ heels scorched upon every twist; try as he might though, the pup was unattainable.

Before Vivi could fully devote herself to the chase, the muffled hum of her phone went off. She almost went ahead and left the phone beneath the tree, tucked away safely in the backpack, but decided better and picked it up. “Arthur?”

“Hey,” replied through the phone.

“Didn’t expect a call from you. Is everything okay?” She spun around and watched as Mystery made a wide turn, with Lewis hot on his tail. Literally. When Lewis spied Vivi on the phone, he abruptly broke out of his glide and jogged over. “Hmm?”

“What was that? Is Lew there?”

“Yeaahhh… Lew’s here.” She grinned up at the aforementioned specter. Lewis’ appearance flashed and shimmered, he set his hands on his vest and tugged. “Arthur says hi.”

“Tell him… hey, back for me?”

“Lew says Hay.” Arthur laughed. That was a good sound.

“I was callin’ to see if you were busy tonight, I have something I wanna ask.”

Vivi stepped back into the shade and leaned on the tree. “You can’t ask right now, over the phone?” Mystery padded around the side of the tree, lil crown looped over one ear.

“It’s ahh… a lil complicated, to talk about. Actually, you and Lew both.” Arthur didn’t sound super fortified himself, but his words came through. “Would Lew be willing to come by? If not, that’s okay too. It’s up to him. But he can come by too, I could talk to him.”

Vivi looked over to Lewis and hit the mute button on her phone. “He wants to see you.”

“I got that.” Lewis’ appearance dimmed, the burning eye behind the sunglasses glistened in the shifting fractures of his projected appearance. For a moment, Vivi thought he would vanish or lose his grip.

“You can say no,” she affirmed. “You don’t have to give a reason. He’ll understand.”

Lewis snatched her hand before she could work at the phone screen. “No, espera. I’d like to see Artie.”

“You sure?” You and he… you think you’re up for it?”

“Yeah.” Lewis took the little stalk of grass from his mouth and tossed it. “If he’s cool, I’d be down for a visit.”

Vivi unmuted her phone. “Hey Art, you still there?” Arthur replied with a hum. Some background noise came through his side, it sounded like traffic or machinery. “What would be a good time for us to swing by?”

“Around seven, a little after,” he offered. “I’m running some errands, so no rush. You don’t sleep, do you?”

“Mmm,” Vivi mocked contemplated. “It’s not in my schedule.” A sound akin to static emitted, and she took it as Lewis best attempt at clearing his throat. “Sounds good.” She wondered briefly, but dismissed the thoughts. “We’ll see you then.” She clicked off the phone and made certain it was closed out.

To Lewis, “He sounded tense and anxious. I didn’t want to ask.”

Lewis went over and took the crown off Mystery’s head, and set it back on Vivi’s blue hair. “If there’s a problem, I can duck out. Not that I mind a meet, some nonbusiness would be a nice change.”

Vivi peered at him quizzically. “I don’t think there should be. He’s put a lot of work at the shop, and that helps. But we’ll see.” She began walking, with Mystery picking up the pace by her side and Lewis at her shoulder. “Anywhere else you wanna roll by and check out?” She fitted her hand into Lewis’ and gripped his fingers.

In a flash of embers, Lewis lost his very convincing living appearance and stood frozen mid stride. At least the park for the time sat empty.

Vivi stiffened. “Fuck!”

Another crate of supplies went into the back of the work truck on loan. The parts and materials sat on high value, even the copper was an easy swipe if some lowlife happened by and recognized the glossy hull. With all the valuables packed into the front seats, Arthur shut and locked up.

Paths of sidewalk wound around the patches of desert xeriscape and clumps of cactus, cutting the sidewalk and parking zone into jagged portions. An expansive patio rolled out from the building entrance, fitted with a wide awning and short fence to divide the patio from the walkway. A few tables sat, awaiting company on the chilly day.

Arthur moved through the opening of the fence, his gaze taking in faces, his apprehension spiked higher. He didn’t see any familiar faces, but that didn’t reassure him. It was chilly, and his metal arm shifted in the sling; the only arm covered at this time. It would be best to leave, this wasn’t a good idea. He’d call, apologize. She’d understand. He hoped she’d understand. He took a step back. On the thoroughfare traffic picked up, though none of the vehicles cruising by slowed or pulled into the parking lane. Not yet. But soon….

The entrance to the café swept open and a familiar face glided out. Arthur grimaced, but hadn’t given his legs the memo to relocate. That would’ve been hella rude.

“I’m glad you could make it.”

Arthur put a hand to the low top of the fence at his side, but reframed from leaning. He was certain if he did anything but stand, he’d collapse.

“Yeah. I had a,” he stammered, struggling to collect his words, “a last pickup. Have you been waiting long?”

Mamma Pepper stood stock still, statuesque. “Not long at all. It’s chilly outside, I have a table waiting.” It sounded almost like she was inviting him into her own restaurant, though Arthur wasn’t sure why this out of the way café.

He checked the area over before stepping forward. One foot, then the other, steady. “This place. It’s new.”

“I assisted the owner’s in getting set up,” Mamma Pepper supplied. She held the door for Arthur, until he ventured in of his own pace. “Sometimes my family offers taste testing, and vice versa.”

Arthur concealed the little twinge that ran through his spine. “Awesome.” The interior was not splendid or over done, but simplistic with a homey charm. At the furthest side of the room, logs crackled and churned within a brick fireplace. From the ceiling, rustic lanterns hung. The dim light competed with the sparse interior tables, and the little candles flickering. One table at the furthest wall harbored a mug of steaming liquid.

“Take your time, if you choose to order,” Mamma Pepper spoke. “There’s no rush.” She left him and weaved around the tables, until she reached her target. She pulled a chair out, and then took her seat at the table across from the vacant chair. A blatant invitation, if he ever saw one.

Despite a line, Arthur went ahead and made an order. After the barista took his name, he ventured over to the location Mamma Pepper claimed. She was sipping at the beverage. “I never gave that sorta theme much thought,” he admitted. “They offer some interesting… mixes.” Concoctions sounded rude.

Mamma Pepper nodded and hummed. “Coffee and tea blends, with traditional staples. I wanted to tell you about it sooner, but I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Ah.”

“How have you been?” She squinted one eye at Arthur. “I expect well.”

“Y-yeah. We… uh, Vii and I, we’re still at it.” He rubbed the back of his head with the heel of his palm. “Doing investigations. Y’know that.”

“Nothing stops that girl.” A hint of a smile graced Mamma Pepper’s face. “I’m glad to hear.”

The barista brought by Arthur’s beverage, exchanged conversation on how the two were doing, and left. It was a joy to focus on something else, if even briefly.

“What did you get?”

Arthur gave the warm liquid a try. “One of the trademark Hy-blends.” He wasn’t a stranger to abominable tea and coffee concoctions, or anything to spark his brain and keep his eyes open on the longest of long roads between towns. But this was really good, the appropriate balance of strength to mellow, with perhaps too much cream making it thick like ice-cream. But good nonetheless. It wouldn’t keep his heart beating, but it was flavorful.

His mind worked to bring forth the questions, to inquire about how a family went on in the absence of a loved one. How did one approach the topic, and when was it an appropriate time? There was no reason to approach that at all, no reason to drag it forward if he could avoid it. He sipped his beverage, trying his darndest not to quake.

“You have a way with the machinery,” Mamma Pepper went on, through the absence of substance. “The equipment gets fixed – mind you – everything works without hitch, but it’s not the same. I can’t put my finger on what’s different. Your help was appreciated.”

Arthur slunk down in his seat a bit. “Yeah. Mn, sorry ‘bout that. Not, uh….”

“Arthur,” she stated, firmly. “I’m not disappointed. I’m trying to explain that we missed you. We missed Arthur, not Arthur the mechanic. Just… Arthur.” She sipped at her drink.

“Oh, right.” He looked around at the dimly lit space, the steady stream of customers. “Have you helped other restaurants get opened up? It’s pretty sweet, nothing like the Pepper Paradiso. Er, it’s more… rustic, I guess?”

Their exchange seemed to fall into place after that, with Mamma Pepper going lightly over a few changes at the Pepper Paradiso. The two caught up on how they were getting along, while skittering aside from the topic involving Vivi. Arthur wasn’t certain how to approach that grape vine, but Mamma Pepper’s questions were careful. It almost felt normal, like he wasn’t cowering under some terrible weight and suffocating. He could breath a little easier, his replies coming with minimal hitch – when he didn’t think about the now. She did admit her family kept up to date with Uncle Lance, which surprised him. Lance never let on he stayed in touch with the Peppers, though given his Uncle’s pokey (though prying) it was a little obvious.

As the minutes ticked by, Arthur did become comfortable with a topic delving into how Vivi was keeping. He didn’t want to elaborate a whole lot, but he wanted to assure Mamma Pepper that in the least, the blue-headed investigator sleuth had asked about the family. He wasn’t sure where to go from there, but Mamma Pepper filled in the blanks. She offered cheerful accounts of how the girls were growing so fast, what grade they were in now, and the mischief. It was all good conversation, pleasant and cathartic about the little things. Mostly mundane, and some entertaining and exciting. And when Arthur talked about the hamster he adopted, and built prosthetic wheels for, Mamma Pepper even smiled.

It was a little after six and the sun was in full set, when Vivi biked her way up the sidewalk beside Kingsman Mechanics. With her trotted the Mystery, prancing like a gazelle and very undog-like, but who was paying attention? Staff hadn’t cleared out completely, though the garages had long been shuttered and locked; barring the entitled customer from trying to get a simple (two hour) fix done on their car at the last minute. Vivi coasted up the empty carport and set her bike beside one of the sign poles for reserved parking, and latched the chain. Then, went over to the entry door and knocked. While she waited, Mystery turned his nose down and gave the area a brief scout.

“I know you can open the door, but I’m not keen on sneaking in.” As per usual, she wore one of the work backpacks, and in the side pocket sat a snug flashlight.

To Mystery, “You can run off for a bit, if you need. I think we’ll be fine.” This time, she gave the doorbell a buzz.

Mystery raised his head and gave Vivi one of his, “give me a break,” looks. He trotted back over.

In due time a wobbly, hazy form swelled beyond the dim barrier of the door. The door unlatched and opened; Uncle Lance stood there, somewhat surprised. “Aye, hey Vivi. Mystery.” He nodded to the dog as he padded by, welcoming himself in without prompt. “Arthur expectin’ yu?”

“Yeah,” she gasped. Upon entry, Uncle Lance secured the door behind them and pocketed the keys. “We’re a bit early… I had a few stops to make. Is he not in?” She fell in step behind Lance as he led the way, through the dark passage. Most the lights through the main workshop remained off, only the soft lamps offering radiance, enough to keep people from stumbling into each other or getting lost.

“Naw, been out all day.” Lance rolled his shoulders and stretched up one arm, gripping at the socket. “I should replace both arms,” he muttered. When he lowered that arm, he checked his watch. He didn’t wear a watch. “Not too worried. Ceptin’, I don’t have a ride out of ‘ere.”

Vivi couldn’t help but set a hand over her face and stifle the snicker. It was usually her or Arthur winding up stranded due to shared vehicles, if her bike was not available (though Arthur would first eat a healthbar than ride her bike). Now, it was Uncle Lance’s turn.

“I’m so sorry about that.”

Mystery yapped. It was a distant reply, given that he was now patrolling the work garage.

“Can’t be helped. I’m just glad whatever nonsense yu get involved with, you came out safe.”

Vivi grimaced and bit her lip. “Yes, very glad. It could’ve been bad.” Unbeknownst to Vivi, the flashlight flickered sporadically, until it sputtered and went out entirely. Crackling webs of fuchsia detached and dispersed off through the murky air.

Lance swung away from heading toward the office and gestured. “Something up with that flashlight?”

“Huh?” Vivi twisted herself in order to view the aforementioned electric torch. “Uhh?”

“I seein’ you haul that there thing around.” He tugged on his beard, in thought. “Well, not lately…. You’re not planning on doin’ no spook snoopin with Arthur? Ya’ll are on break from that job-work, eh? A vacation, ain’t it called?” He fixed Vivi with a ferocious, accusing glare – the shadow around his eyes intensifying to the tenth power. “Ain’t it, girl?”

Vivi sweated. How was it possible for someone so opposite of tall, to be so imposing. “N-no, Uncle. We… I swear….”

“I pay Arthur to do one of two things.” Uncle Lance counted them off on his fingers. “Work. An’ Rest. Ya got that!”

Vivi grabbed at her scarf. Oh sweet mother of gods, Lance looked set to unite with his rifle. “No! Absolutely NOT! Er, I… it needs to be looked over. I forgot to hand it over to Arthur, it was my fault! I was careless!” Lance’s features became more relaxed, and she risked a breathy exhale. Crisis averted.

“Ah. Groovy.” He pivoted and began walking, saying over his shoulder, “Call me when he gets in. And if you need somethin’, there’s chicken wings in the fridge.”

Vivi waved after him. “Kay! Thank you!” And then raced off, shooting into the corridor and charging up the stairs. Down the hall, the door to Arthur’s work room awaited ajar, and she barreled in.

A flash of embers all but blinded her. The rose-tinted blaze faded out leaving a hard, burnt fragrance throughout the room. “Lewis! Again?” She wobbled aside when Mystery shoved his way in through the doorway. “How does this keep happening?!”

“I thought you were Uncle Lance!” came the disembodied retort, somewhat crackly.

Vivi shut the door and checked the corkboard with the pinned schematics. “Why didn’t you wait then?” None of them were burnt, which was good.

“I got bored.” In a fuchsia surge of flames, Lewis shape reappeared. A skull and death suit, and then a fizzing surge of embers swirled about the skull and fitted the spirit with cheeks and a jaw, a living memory. “And… I kind of wanted to check the place out.”

Vivi studied Lewis for a moment, but said nothing. That was fast, though he hadn’t shed the death suit yet. “Okay. I’ll send Art a text, let him know we’re here. Make sure we don’t surprise him.” She set the backpack on the couch and rummaged through it. Mystery hopped up onto the cushions and curled up, his eyes tracking Vivi’s work. Up until she pulled up the laptop and her phone. “Aw. No power.”

She and Mystery turned their eyes to Lewis.

The spirit glanced aside and tugged at his tie. “You did ask earlier, didn’t you?”

Vivi pointed to her little phone. “There is a battery in here. It has only so much power.” Mystery growled and yipped.

“Be thankful your apartment covers utility costs.”

Vivi grumbled under her breath as she rooted around her backpack for the charger. “I forgot it. I know better.” Mystery bounced off the couch, within seconds he was back with Arthur’s charger clamped in his teeth. “Thank you. I probably have to hook up my laptop too.” She tsked, this was cumbersome and she knew better.

“I’m sorry!” Lewis swiped off the embers crackling at his vest and shirt sleeves, the same way someone would straighten out wrinkles.

“No you’re not,” Vivi snapped. “You shouldn’t be. It’s not your fault.” Thankfully, she never took the laptops charger out of the backpack; let alone disconnected it. She hooked it up to a surge bar and plopped down on the couch once more. Lewis sat down beside her.

“Watcha lookin’ up?”

“Emails. There better not be emails in my damn emails.” She went through the mail icon and sighed. “Of course, it’s from Duet.”

“Joy o joys.”

“A list of assets for review.” She closed out the email. “I’ll look at those later.” She pulled up a new tab, and began researching how to stop spirits from syphoning battery life on the Paranormal Corner site.

“Maybe… I should go for a bit.” Lewis glided out of his seat, up until Vivi caught the tail end of his vest and hauled him back down. “Or not….”

“Atta boy.”

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agentbarton12 · 4 years

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Die Hard or Not At All - 2

bucky x black!reader, avengers/brooklyn 99 crossover course why the hell not

summary: you are a shield agent caught by the nypd where you are reunited with your old high school best friend, jake peralta. investigating the same robberies, you team up and go undercover as a married couple to infiltrate a crime mob. the only problem? bucky barnes, your collegue and love of your life was assigned as security. this was going to be fine.

warnings: swearing, fluff, dumbassery, fake marriage, idiots in love, jealousy

word count: 3.3K

a/n: sorry for the wait but part 2 is done! will the last part take as long? mayhaps lol. anyway i hope you enjoy and send an ask if you want to tagged!

inspired by the amazing works of @mypassionsarenysins, @seasaurusrrex, @sunmoonandbucky, @maarrvveell and @morsmordrethings

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“you did it, you crazy son of a bitch, you became a detective!” you praised jake as you were sitting in the car. the transport vehicle from shield arrived ten minutes after your grand speech, and in that time, jake gave you and bucky a tour of the precinct and introduced you to the rest of the squad.

you immediately hit it off with them, amy mostly, and you all swapped embarrassing stories of jake, old and new.

bucky hung back and stayed silent for most of it, and it was kinda annoying you. he wouldn’t even talk to you!

right now, he was sitting up front alone while you were next to jake. even though you were a literal spy, it was hard to read bucky sometimes.

jake beamed. “i know right! and you became a spy? unbelievable.”

you chuckled, waving his praises off. “i prefer the term secret agent,” you admitted with a wink.

his mouth hung open in awe. “literally so awesome.”

“right?” it was still kind of surreal to you too, even though you had been an agent practically since you left college. you and jake had both been obsessed with crime (a healthy amount for normal teenagers) and you could both proudly say that bruce willis inspired you to help people. if it wasn’t for him, you might be something drab. like a doctor. “but really, jake, i’m proud of you.”

“means a lot, bunny.”

you rolled your eyes at the nickname. “that ones never gonna die, is it?”

“i cross my heart,” he said playfully, doing as he said and that’s when you noticed something gleam on his hand.

your eyes widened in shock and your hands shot to cover your mouth. “you’re married and you didn’t tell me?” you a quick sweep of the car and turned back to your friend. “it’s amy, isn’t it? you married amy?” you asked with delight. you were practically vibrating with glee.

jake’s eyebrows shot up and almost disappeared into his hairline. “how’d you figure it out so quick? is it cause you’re a secret agent?” he asked in amazement.

you scoffed. “what, no, of course not. it’s because you’re basically the male version of me and i’d definitely want to marry a cop or someone in that field and amy is awesome,” you explained. “what would being a secret agent have to do with anything?”

“true true,” jake agreed nodding. “and you’re right. she’s my wife.” he said it with such adoration and pride that it made your heart swell. you couldn’t help but imagine bucky talking about you like that, before you shook your head from those thoughts.

playfully smacking jake’s arm, you scolded, “peraltypus, i cannot believe that was not the first thing you told me.”

from two seats in front of you guys, rosa’s head snapped back to face you. “peraltypus?”

“uh yeah, my mom used to call him that. isn’t it great?” you asked teasingly which caused jake to playfully roll his eyes at you.

rosa merely nodded. “oh yeah. it’s perfect.” her eyes had a mischievous glint to them and you knew that she was never going to let jake forget it. you felt no sympathy for him. it was what he deserved after not telling you he was married, and you told him as much when he tried to complain about what you just caused.

“there was a literal avenger in front of me, it slipped my mind!” he argued. then, realising how that sounded, he backtracked and yelled to amy who was sitting next to rosa, “no offense, babe!”

“none taken,” she said turning around in her seat. “i forgot we were married too when i saw him.” she stole a quick glance at bucky before flashing her husband a grin.

jake’s face contorted into shock and slight hurt. “but, you know we are now, right?”

amy had gone back to looking at bucky. “hmm?” she asked turning to jake.

you laughed. clapping jake on the shoulder, i stood up. “speaking of avengers, i’m gonna go.” you gestured to bucky with your eyebrows and jake waved you off.

plopping down on the chair next to bucky, you turned to face him. “what’s up with you?”

he shifted in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “nothing, why?”

“because ever since we got to the bullpen back at the precinct you’ve been all broody.”

shrugging, bucky said, “just tired, i guess.”

you scoffed. “so you were so exhausted that you forgot that you prefer to be called ‘bucky’ and not ‘james’?”

bucky spluttered. “uh…that...was because jake’s name starts with a ‘j’ and so does james, and i wanted us to have something in common, you know? cause he’s ypur friend and i want us to get along.” he flashed a very unconvincing grin, and you eyed him suspiciously.

“fine. don’t tell me.” you slumped back in your chair. you could tell the bucky was lying, it just confused you as to why.

bucky felt bad after that. he didn’t want you to be mad at him, but he couldn’t exactly just tell you he was jealous of jake. because he was. he knew he had no reason to be, because as you said, jake was your friend. an old friend. an old friend that was married for crying out loud! but bucky liked you a lot and seeing you all chummy with other people wasn’t great.

you arrived at shield hq shortly after and assistant director hill met you guys inside.

the squad ooh-ed and ahh-ed as they looked around in awe. jake mostly. when he wasn’t reminding everyone how this was all happening because of him. (not really, but who were you to deny him his gloating?)

“hey maria,” you greeted when you were close enough to her.

she regarded you with a nod before looking to the squad. “these the detectives?” she asked looking back you. you nodded.

captain holt stepped forward and held his hand out to maria. “captain raymond holt. the nine-nine is very honoured to lend our help in any way we can.”

taking his hand, maria squinted her eyes, studying him. “you reminded me of my boss for a second, but then you ruined it by being polite. i’m assistant director maria hill, thank you for agreeing to do this.” captain holt nodded silently. “now if you’ll follow me, fury’s waiting for you upstairs.”

maria turned on her heel and the squad followed closely after, with you and bucky bringing up the rear. you then all climbed in an elevator and again migrated to the back with the super soldier. cautiously, he reached his pinky finger of his vibranium arm to brush against yours. you swallowed softly and continued looking ahead. you knew what this was. his way of apologising to you. and even though you still wanted to know what was up with him, you couldn’t stay mad. so, without looking down, you hooked your pinky with his. you didn’t fail to notice the slight grin that spread across his face through your peripheral. if it made you heart flutter, that was no one’s business but your own.

when the elevator stopped, maria led you all to a briefing room where director fury was standing hunched over a long conference table. he straightened his back once he noticed your presence. captain holt walked around the table to fury and held out his hand to shake. “raymond holt, captain of the ninety-ninth precint.”

fury nodded and took his hand. “fury. director of shield.”

“no first name?” holt asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“just fury.”

“interesting...are you also a superhero?”

“excuse me?”

“well, i assumed that would be the reason for your silly pseudonym.”

fury and holt chuckled mirthlessly and stopped at the same before proceeding to stare each other down.

the rest of you watched in utter awe and shock. “it’s like looking into a leaner, meaner mirror,” terry observed. you all nodded in agreement.

then suddenly fury pointed up at holt and said, “i can see why you’re captain.”

“and i understand why you’re director.”

they nodded to each other and then fury’s attention snapped to you. shit, you thought. “agent y/l/n,” he called.

“yes, sir,” you replied, trying to be as polite as possible so as to make him go easy on you.

“the iron shadow robbed a bank this morning and you failed to reach them in time even though you have been tracking their every move. and then you get yourself arrested? if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were getting sloppy.”

all sense of politeness flew out the window at that. “with all due respect, fury, but i have been out there for three weeks. i am running on three hours of sleep, four slices of toast and caffeine patches because i have been too exhausted to actually drink anything. i didn’t get sloppy. i got tired.”

fury looked at you for a long moment, and for a brief moment, you saw understanding flash in his eyes. fury wasn’t as mean as he made himself out to be. he nodded at bucky. “barnes.”

bucky stands at attention. “sir.”

“take y/l/n to her quarters. make sure she rests and gets herself cleaned up. we’ll catch her up when she’s back.”

he nodded. “yes, sir.” he turned to you. “you heard the boss. let’s go.”

rolling your eyes, you allowed yourself to be whisked away by bucky.

he leads the both of you to the elevators and takes you up to the personal floors. he knew the way to your room like the back of his hand. he’s been there dozens of times before to watch movies and do face masks. and in return, you’ve been to his room at the Tower to cook and play board games, ‘cause bucky’s old fashioned like that. before he became friends with you, he used to hate being in his room because it reminded him of the nightmares he’d had before. then you started sleeping over and eventually he started to. sleeping, he means. because his sheets smelled like you. he realises, it turns out, that any room with you in it is a room he wants to be in.

using the extra keycard to your room he always carried with him, bucky unlocks your door and guides you to your bed. you groan as you sit down. “my feet are killing me,” you complain, as you you start unzipping your boots.

“i’ll bet,” bucky murmurs. you hum in response. “what do you want to eat?”

you thought for a minute, shutting your eyes. “anything but toast.”

bucky nods silently then walks to the kitchens to prepare something for you. he settled on heating up some leftover pizza he found in the fridge. he’ll apologise to daisy later. when bucky returns he finds you passed out on your bed and he smiles. bucky places your food in the mini fridge in your room for you to find when you woke up. he pulls your throw blanket over you and moves the pillow from under your head ‘cause he knows how much you hate sleeping with pillows.

you let a sigh and let out a quiet “thank you” bucky almost doesn’t catch. but he does.

“always, doll,” he whispers into your hair. he debates leaving a kiss on your head,

—that’s platonic, right? clint kisses nat all the time and it’s clearly platonic. and nat’s with steve and he never makes a big deal out of it. so yeah, totally platonic—but then you roll over before he gets the chance. he stops himself from watching you sleep, because he knows that he’ll never move if he does. he does though, and goes back downstairs for the debriefing.

***

you wake up 37 hours later feeling like shit. after having to peel yourself out of bed, you head to your bathroom for a much needed shower. you hurry yourself in order to get down and get to the debriefing as quick as possible. after dressing, you finally take a look at your hair. it would be a pain the ass to comb through and you know it. you truly did not have the time to fix your hair so you simply tie a silk blue scarf that sam got you around your head.

on your way out the door, you grab the plate of pizza bucky left for you from your fridge. you make a quick stop in the kitchen to heat up your food. then you are headed for the elevators going down.

many of the detectives are hanging around in the break room refilling coffees and eating whatever food they could get their hands on when you reach the meeting floor. terry notices you first.

“hey! you’re alive!” he exclaims with outstretched arms.

amy and charles turn away from their conversation to look at you. “bucky told us you passed out as soon as you reached your bed,” amy reveals.

you waved them off. “exaggeration. anyway, what’d i miss?”

taking a bite of your pizza, you walk to the table amy and charles were sitting at. terry pulls up a chair and joins you guys.

“we found out that the iron shadow was responsible for the robberies we’ve been investigating,” charles begins.

you nod along, chewing your food. “which i don’t understand. the iron shadow’s been operating for months before shield even caught wind of them, and all they’ve been involved in is underground alien weapons dealing. why would they make their first public move and not want people to know it’s them?”

amy nods. “bucky made the same point.” the corner of your lip twitched at that. “maria also brought up that while you were on the stake out, you went looking for dirty money.”

“yepp. went into stores and asked for change.”

charles took over. “tests came back for one of the bills and guess what?”

“it was dirty?”

“it was dirty!” he cheers, clearly excited. “ and not just that. we sent rosa into the same store to buy some random things, and all the money she got as change? dirty as the hudson.”

amy takes a sip of her coffee. “we looked into the owners of the store, clarissa and alejandro ortega, both have hefty criminal records. we think they might be the leaders and their shop is a cover. we asked around and the shop opened a week before the iron shadow surfaced.“

charles leans onto his elbows. “a customer told rosa that alejandro didn’t usually manage the register, after he calculated the wrong amount of change for her and she nearly blew a fuse. said his wife usually handles it, but she’s been out of town, and to ‘go easy on him’.”

“it’s a lot of speculation,” terry admits, “but we have a criminal informant in for questioning with rosa and jake right now, so hopefully we’ll get some answers.”

your face scrunches at this. “we have a ci? since when?”

“oh, gina found him while scouting the area yesterday.”

“who—?” you’re question is cut off by someone walking into the break room.

“—hypothetically speaking, is selling socks owned by superheroes a punishable offence? because it counts as merch, right?” a tall woman with long brown hair asks and you jump up out of your chair at the sight of her.

“gina ballerina?” you scream.

the woman looks up from her phone and gapes when she sees you. “bunny?”

“you got us a ci? you’re a cop too?”

gina shrugs and flips her hair over her shoulder. “basically, yeah.”

terry scoffs. “she’s holt’s assistant.”

“more like advisor. see, i like to think of myself as an integral part of the brooklyn nine-nine. i am the glue that ties everyone together.”

“sticks,” amy corrects. “glue sticks not ties.”

gina looks around as if she can’t see amy. “am i going crazy or did the pantsuit just speak?”

you snicker as amy gasps.

rosa then walks in. “hey dipshits, conference room. now.”

you all head back into the briefing room where fury is again waiting with holt by his side.

“y/l/n, good to see you rested,” he greets.

you nod back at him. “thank you, sir. feels good.”

“i’m sure the squad brought you up to speed?” holt asks. at your nod he continues, “detectives diaz and peralta have just finished questioning our ci, curtesy of gina. if they’d be so kind to share with us the new information.”

rosa and jake both walk to front of the room.

jake clears his throat, “our ci, mason hartley, has been working in close relation with the iron shadow for two months now and has confirmed that the ortega’s are, in fact, the leaders of the iron shadow.”

“called it!” amy yells, punching the air.

“yeah, you did, babe!” jake praises.

you hear movement behind you, and you turn to see bucky slipping into the room silently. you know no one else noticed, but as a spy, you were naturally in tune to a shift in your surroundings.

and as a pining idiot, you were naturally in tune with him.

“mason told us that the iron shadow doesn’t know where the parts come from, they just manufacture the weapons. every week there’s a drop-off and exchange: alejandro goes to some location and there’s a bag waiting for him full of alien tech. he takes it and leaves a bag of cash in its place. no idea who the supplier is though.”

terry raises his hand. “why don’t we stake out the location before this guy shows up and corner them?”

jake shakes his head. “location changes every week. never the same place twice.”

bucky watches as you take this information in. it was fascinating to see you switch from goofy and carefree to serious and intense. he watches the set of your jaw and how your tap your hand on the desk.

you raise your hand. “the cash, the dirty cash, they can’t pay their supplier with it.”

bucky snaps his fingers and points at you. “and it looks like they can’t get it cleaned.”

“fast enough,” you counter. “they never seemed to have a problem before, but now, maybe the meeting was coming up fast and they didn’t have time. so they do the next best thing to get clean money.”

“they rob banks.” you nod. “but they’ve robbed three banks so far. why don’t they just get the money cleaned?”

“because alejandro doesn’t know how.” you turn to rosa. “you were told clarissa usually does the money stuff, right?”

it doesn’t surprise you anymore how well you and bucky worked together. the way the two of you feed off each other, without ever stepping on the other’s toes.

she nods, crossing her arms. “yeah, but apparently she’s been out of town.”

“for how long?”

“...couple weeks,” rosa says with a growing smirk.

standing up, you address the room. “so, clarissa leaves town and alejandro is left in charge. he, already having to keep track of manufacturing the weapons, forgets to get the money cleaned in time for that weeks exchange. naturally, he decides to rob a bank; get all the clean cash he needs and then some.”

“unfortunately for him,” bucky continues, “he does not learn his lesson and the same thing happens two more times. the last, two days ago, when y/n nearly catches them.”

“so the question is: has the exchange already happened?”

rosa nods, already halfway out the room, “i’ll find out from mason.”

“oh no need,” gina says stopping rosa. “i just texted him. he said clarissa’ll be back tomorrow morning on friday and that the exchange is always on saturday. there’s a block party happening that same night at the shop to ‘welcome clarissa back’, but really it’s just to get new buyers. he says he can get you guys on the guest list.”

the room quiets at that.

then amy speaks, “so we’re just gonna brush over that or...?”

charles nods. “it’s better that way.”

jake clears his throat. “well, you know what that means. we’re going undercover baby!”

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riskeith · 3 years

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hi babe, hope you slept well.. ♥️

answering on the phone is just *takes screenshots* *opens tumblr app* *switch between screenshots and answering* do you also put on my messages on the laptop and answering with your phone usually, because that’s what i do lmao sjshdks. thank god for technology.

(I LOVE BEING CALLED BRO.. i believe that i would’ve been a dudebro in another life tbh..) there is? i’m not super immersed in the fandom actually so i had no idea, do you have any examples? ofc only if you wanna talk about it i know these topics can sometimes be annoying to think about. also you’re right! ‘don’t like don’t read’ is the law. follow it. i can’t believe how some people have the nerve to talk about what other people do creatively... yikes

you should if you ever find yourself not knowing what to read! i think their fics were some of my first in the fandom and they set the bar so high hehe. dude i love how oikawa just wants to see kageyama burn it’s so funny..... he’s so cocky about it while kageyama’s just his moody self. speaking of; one of my fave fics of yours is the swapping jerseys one!

WTF 😭 BABY POOLS AND POOL FLOATIES..... razor please come back to us please. sidenote but do you also think that his powers are 5 star level? hes soo powerful it’s so odd how he’s only 4 star haha... or maybe it’s just me being biased.

YEAH! THE SAVING SCENE IS SO AHHHHH. god especially if they have dialogue while person a is hurting and person b just spills all their feelings and becomes so erratic and scared and person a is like holy shit you love me.... and after everything is okay there’s still some awkwardness and tension and aaa.... 💢💔

OOO. sadly the ps5 is always out of stock it’s crazy how fast it sold out. but i mean it makes sense it’s arguably the most popular console so.. hopefully they restock soon. last of us is such a fun game! and the second part is ~gay~ which is always a plus. i’m not sure which memes you mean? tell me 👁 HAHA that makes sense actually omg... lumine and aether reunion won’t happen until like two years if the updates keep coming the way they are (STOP THAT WOULD ACTUALLY BE SO FUNNY.... like hello if you want to unlock the rest of the story you either gacha $pin for it or you imagine it yourself love ♥️😗) talking about this makes me wonder what the other worlds might look like....

your followers are just here to witness us planning our co-op date sjsjdkdjskz. speaking of,,, hehe. i have some fantastic news. i’m at ar level 11 right now and co-op unlocks at level 16... i might just reach that tomorrow (today for you) so i’m just saying hehehehehehehehehehehe.... 😏♥️

BOWL CUT. my cutie little baby. also mullet? sounds nice omg you will probably rock that look... 😳 i’m a non mullet supporter but if cluna has a mullet then call me a yeehaw mullet lover i suppose. can’t believe my wife is a cowboy. OMG YEAH IT MUST FEEL SO NICE your head went bzz bzz. how long did it take for them to accept it? and yeah god ikr some people take hair so seriously which is fair but also i’ve never understood it... like it grows out..? wow you really went from a ballet girl to punk rock style huh. i feel like you’re the both sides of the ‘she was a punk she did ballet’ meme.

memo fic is a jealous fic? mmm smells good. I FIGURED jshdjdkhsjs slow songs are just not your forte, huh? rip. langst is the best yet worst thing ever tbh. and YEAH I DO we’re truly 🤝 ok literally mood sometimes it’s just nice to talk about how much you love a character through another character in a fic yk? so what if this 2k fic contains 1k words about how beautiful oikawa looks? it’s what iwa feels <3 (YOU’RE LEARNING!!!!!!! THATS SO EXCITING!! i guess you just have to drive me around, huh?)

oh i’m in love i’m with that fic my girl. and i knew about that spoiler it’s kind of hard to miss it since it’s everywhere skdhdkdhdk... god, that sounds so good thank you for sharing it. pining iwaizumi hajime >>>>>>>> the air i need to exist 🥺

THE DAY IS SO SOON CLUNA, it’s literally here soooo soon holy shit i just can’t wait. i played for almost 6 hours today in a row like an idiot and now i never wanna see hilichurls again in my life but hey, one step closer to my baby. prepare yourself.. 😏

AWWW i had a feeling you’d be a tea person. but omg tea effects your sleep? how late is too late for you to drink it? what’s your favorite flavors? 👁 and i’m addicted to both shdkdhsks. i say addicted bc i literally have 6 cups of tea per day easily and like.. 1 or 2 coffee cups per day. it’s really bad but i can’t stop so.. 🙇🏽‍♀️

COLLEGE BOYFIES CLUNA. COLLEGE BOYFIES WITH DIP DYE HAIR. imagine them doing each other’s make up and nails before going to concerts together. imagine xiao in euphoria kind of make up. holy shit. here’s something for your overwhelmed heart jsdhjshska. xiaoven soulmates girl, no doubt about it. THE EDIT THE EDIT THE EDIT!!!! they just look so beautiful. we need scenes with them like Asap. the edit is based on a fic... notes down.

can’t wait to see your screenshots. super excited!!

xo, m.a. (i almost wrote my name down in a haste shshskdjdk... although you’ll find it out soon...)

hiya!! i slept alright~ ahaha

:o that’s smart! but no i don’t LOL whether i’m on my phone or my laptop i just continuously scroll up and down fhdskjfkhsdf i think that’s why i come close to missing some paragraphs some times oops. yay for the ~wonders of technology~

(AIGHT NICE AHAHHA fhsdkjfsh does that mean you’re a bit of a tomboy?) actually coincidentally i came across this thread: https://twitter.com/maxatsuomi/status/1350145589296685057 which gives you an idea lmao (also some things on there i wasn’t even aware of wtf) EXACTLY??? it’s even worse when non content creators try to come for content creators like?????????/ um you’re getting all this food for FREE and yet?????? lmfao the nerve of some people

i def will!! FKJSHFDSKJ yeah that do be their dynamic lolol. and thank you!! i too think i snapped on that one 😩😩 glad others agree ahahah

i actually haven’t really seen him in combat... and when we could trial him i was too busy trying to pass the quests to focus on how he fought fhdkfhsdkfjshf but i do think his abilities are cool!! he have wolf above head 🥺

YEAHHH BOYEEEEEEEEEEE god that reminds me of a scene from a drarry fic (What We Pretend We Can't See wink wonk)

oh damn!! hope they restock soon for your sake~ yissss ive watched a playthrough and omg lev.... my Son. i don’t think i can find the memes again but it was just about the bugs like how if you throw a grenade on the highway everyone will run out of their cars like a flashmob or something hfskfhsdjfkds. (LMAOOOOO) there’s actually a trailer with the other worlds! https://youtu.be/TAlKhARUcoY (it has spoilers tho supposedly lol. none we understand rn at least)

hdsfkhjs. omg you absolute legend!!!! but i also hope that you’re taking care of yourself and prioritising the important things too fhsfhdksdhf. but i am excited hehehehehe

AHHAAHKFHDSKJFSD pls... once i saw someone with an actual proper mullet on the bus and i was like “ew... keith would look like this irl?” FJSDHKFSAHKDASHDFSDJFKJFDSHFKJS. but what can i say i got influenced by all the kpop bois 😔 and hmmm idk? i think my dad didn’t care too much but ik my mum did/does fhsfskfsdfhkf so who knows lollllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. IT REALLY DOES GROW OUT LMAO LIKE. fhkshkfsdkj my cousin called me a rockstar when she saw it LOL so you’re prob right 🤪

yeah slow songs really just. aren’t LMAO ‘behind this mask of mine’ was based on a slow bts song and i put it in the playlist i had for it (bc obviously) but i wanted to skip it every time hfksjdhfskjdfhskfdkfhkslfhadksfjsdjhfkashkfjsdh. EXACTLY!!!!!!!!!! you are so correct. (hehehe i was gonna say that too that you don’t need to drive bc it’ll take you around 😏 LMAO)

fhkdsj thank!! legit pining iwa.......... more like pining ME mayhaps i just be self projecting 🤪🤪

lolol dw i can fight the hilichurls for you 😩 also who’s your fave enemy to fight! i used to like fighting the treasure hoarders most but the hilichurls are cute.. FHSKJDHFSDFKJSD plus i need their fucking masks my god why are their drop rates so shit hfsdhjfks

i’m not too sure actually? i’ve never been up early enough to test it but i like drinking tea like after dinner... which is the problem AHAHA. hmm well i like matcha a lot LOL but also chai? and then like black tea.... all the other ones too... i used to drink some fruity ones which were nice but we have a lot of the like basic chinese ones at home too and i enjoy those as well lol. wbu?? omg.... m.a........... dfhksdfkjhfkjshfksjd that’s a lot!!!!!!! do you even need to drink water then HKDSJFHKSDFHDKDSHFJKSDH

omg............. ive never seen euphoria LOL but ............. omg ...................... i cannot process thoughts rn.....

xoxo!! c.r. (you mean bc we’ll be playing co-op? you don’t have to if you’re uncomfy fhdskjf my genshin name was literally ‘aether’ up until yesterday FHDFHSDKFSDFJSHFKSDF)

#marriage anon #wowclunaanswers #long post

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corescorner · 4 years

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So That New Video Huh?

Okay holy shit, I’m gonna do an analysis for it. I’ve never done this before and no one literally has ever asked me to do this but youre getting it anyway cause this is the only place I can gush about this so freakin deal XP

First off, I woke up at two AM cause I’m A Disaster like that, and was greeted with this wonderful video. So naturally I make a pot of coffee and some Crofters toast and get on with my analysis.

Also! THE SWEATERS AND SCARVES! I WANT ALL OF THEM! On that note huge preesh to my Mum -even though she’ll never see this- who’s helping me buy one of the sweaters even though she doesn’t have to cause I’m a Grown Ass Adult ™ with my own money. Kind of.

Anyway on with the analysis! Under the cut cause Daaaaaaaaaaaamn is it long.

- Thomas' jacket! I want it.

-That ad intro though XD

-RAAAIID!!

-I be a real floozy XD

-Don't trust an old viking like me: Thomas Sanders (you know, the youtuber)

-PIrateS DiDn’T ReallY TAlk lIke ThIS! Reexamine your cultural biases!

-'what the hell is that accent?' going a liiittttle Remusy voice there Tommy.

-his ears scrunched down by the helmet and the beard string...

-Hahahahahaa, masculinity is a prison!

-SANDERS ASIDES! Nice.

-OKAY SO, this is literally the first thing I did when waking up and my mind was not ready for them TO BE HANGING OUT ON THE COUCH, suffice to say I had a mini freakout to myself and then excitedly continued.

-THE ONSIES I WANT VIRGILS!! THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE

-a florida dwelling man, who never leaves his house. Good point XD

-Romans immediate Sass™ Love It

-Virgil’s Just As Sassy Thumbs Up. Hyello!

-*gasp* ohmygoodness it’s all Frozen. Oh whoever could have predicted that! Roman... Please.

-Virgil’s eye squint at Roman when he announced 100% of the votes were frozen and Pattons excited cheering even though he just said he didn't vote for it so there's no way it could have been 100%

- Now that I think about it, if Roman didn't rig it, I think they'd probably be at a standstill with, ya'know all their votes being on what they wanted to watch.

-mmnnmmmnnn falsehood. It was so calm this time. soft falsehood.

-Paton’s incredulous 'too childish?!' he says this like he's recently seen Logan wear his and he's like 'what, but what'

-how can Thomas feel B.A.D with his inner D.A.D We👏 Get👏 It👏 You're 👏Adorable!

-VIRGIL: I CAN THINK OF A FEW WAYS. PATTON’S SAD LOOK!

-redirecting his attention to something good.... or neutral.

-ROMANS SASS

-Who among us can forget the absolute bop that is...... this weird ice cutting song. Roman with the sarcasm.

-Pat: pretty cool/what it’s a chilled out groove! Lo: I might need you to leave.

-Virgil's constant just Overthinking™ and not actually paying attention to the movie really. Mood.

-WHOS KID IS HE?! WHY DOES NOONE NOTICE THEY’RE LEAVING HIM

-some things need time.... Like evolution! Cute Nerd Alert.

-Patton blowing on his drink

-I ALso LOve you Olaf!

-VIRGIL’S LOOK AFTER THAT

- no you’re mine now

-I love that Roman commentates on movies he watches cause that is 100% Me

-’the heart is not so easily changed’ Lo: No it isn't. Pat: Hmm?

-’but the head can be persuaded’ Ro: Can it though?

-’fear will be your enemy.’ Virgil’s looooooook T.T

-Pat and Ro: JOOOOAN! Virgil and Lo say nothing. Thomas:..... Joan...

-it’s making me too aware of the passage of time! Ooooooof big Mood™ bro.

-REMUS!!! :D

-Of course he's naked, cause why wouldn't he be, they're all in their comfortable clothes.

- they're gonna die at seea! :D

-I sleep in the buff. Thank you Remus. No seriously, good to know.

-Virge: Did i screw everything up? Ro: No I threw out your vote so you couldn't do that. ROMAN!

-Patton’s head bob in agreement about missing the hand drawn movies

-Roman’s actual misunderstanding that virgil wasn't talking about frozen being the wrong decision.

-Verge: How are you telling me to settle into something right now when you've taken your sweet time to settle into things that you were uncomfortable with in the past? Virgil with the shaaaade.

-Pat: I just think we should all relax. Virge: You do realize who you’re talking to right?

-Virgil's genuine confusion if Lo is asking him that question cause hes always so literal and then proceeds to tell him the number anyway.

-’why have a ballroom with no balls?’ Remus’ snicker, same.

-Just give in to the raunchy jokes Thomas, it's funny.

-Roman imitating Hans’ 'evil plotting face'

-Ro in Dude Bro Voice: aw man yea I’m so fucked up on chocolate fondue I don’t even know what im sayin right now

-All of the others smiling at that. Is Roman doing this to make them smile?

-Patton whines, Logan: Is something wrong Patton? UM Logan asking about FEELINGS Cute.

-there's no way shes coming out of this situation without trust issues. Mmmmmmyea.

-Ro: except for the footprints behind you. Lo:HEy YEa!

-Pat, quietly: don’t let them in don’t let them see. PATTON! SOMEONE HUG DAD PLEASE

-Virge: he may have been an idiot back in the day, but hes not anymore... Virge, are we talking in double meanings here?

-Lo: she shouldn't let go of more of her clothing that’s for sure, shes gonna freeze to death. Lo, she has ICE POWERS. I'm sure she’s fine. The cold never bothered her anyway.

-Logans confused, what about a bridge? Metaphors Lo.

-Pat: let it go! Ro: lie low in our kingdom of ICEolation, come on paton don’t go for the low hanging fruit.

-Lo: There’s a storm out tonight!? Well, obviously Thomas has to stay home why are we debating this. No, Lo honey, it’s still a metaphor.

-Lo: you think this castle has a lavatory? Pat: ICE TOILET! Ro: or a bed? Pat: ICE BED! Lo: this place sounds awful.

-Pat: his thing with the reindeer? Lo: outside of nature's laws? Re: he DEFINITELY FUCKS THE REINDEER! I THOUGHT THE SAME THIIIIIING.

-Ro: If OnLy ThErE wAs SoMeOnE OuT ThErE wHo LoVeD YoU 'hans evil plotting face'

-Logan pointing out Romans constant shade at he movie.

-UM! THIS IS HOW I SHOW MY LOVE UM EXCUSE YOU, My Prinxiety heart.

-Romans complete legit reason why Ana should have been saved by Olaf.

-Virge: I bet he’s talking about you right now. THOMAS' FACE.

-Pat: Thomas has talked about him to other people. Patton likes gossip?

-Ro: WERE ALL GOSSIPY BITCHES SOMETIMES!

-Logan AGREEING that they’re gossipy bitches XD

-OKAY I LOVE THAT RO IS THE ONE WHO SWEARS THE MOST

-Patton pointing a logans points in agreement

-VIRGIL IS SPIRALING, deep breaths kiddo!

-Virge: just think about it. Thomas: LIKE I HAVE A CHOICE

-Virge: he trusted you enough to share a history that he wasn’t proud of with you. Again talking in double meaning here Verge?

-Virge: ‘he wouldn’t have gotten around to some of the stuff you wanted to know about on his own. More backstory to unlock mayhaps?

-Logan doing the countdown thing to help with the anxiety.

-Thomas going along with it without question, Virgil.... kinda going along with it?

-Virgil’s soft ‘.... blinds...’ after naming things that were like existential crisis things XD

- Thomas and Virgil tasting the same thing? Do they all taste what Thomas tastes? Or were they eating together?

-Lo: You are safe. T.T Loooooooogaaaaan

-LOGAN TOTALLY OWNING THAT THOMAS CALLED HIM COOL! CAUSE YOU ARE!

-Virgil’s soft look when Thomas is talking about adjusting and then saying that he still thinks theyre friends! UM again with the double meanings?!

-Thomas: things will be alright between us. PATTON LOOKS AT VIRGIL Cuuuuuuute

-Roman’s metaphor that makes no sense to the situation.

-Thomas: thank you Roman, that’s barely applicable.

-and then his look of 'you're welcome' XD

-ROMANS SASS!!

-Logans list of Elsa’s powers

-Patton nodding along to it and then his 'yea it all checks out' XD

-Logan’s thoughts on Arendales military being just Elsa cause of her powers.

-Virgil’s soft smile and sigh.... ‘Too bad we didn’t go to that party.’ VIRGE!

-Anxiety music starts, what if your soulmate was there and now you’re never gonna get another chance to meet him

-Ro reaching in Virgil’s direction OH SHIT OH SHIT!

-Oof youre freaking out princey there Virge

-Lo: watching a film is too passive of an exercise to allay Thomas' troubled thoughts, Virgil’s cute shrug and thumb nail biting like 'welp'

-DECEIT!!!!!!! ROMAN WHY DO YOU HAVE HIS HAT DO YOU HANG OUT TOGETHER, WHY WERE YOU IN HIS ROOM WHY WAS HE NOT WEARING IT WHAT WAS HE DOING WHEN YOU STOLE IT!

-Dee: I was looking for this! So he doesn't always lie, that’s good to know.

-Virgil’s HISSING! Okay sure, but he wasn't even talking to you man calm down XD

-Dee: DONT TOUCH MY SHIT *finger waggle*

-Romans face! Like, yep I saw this coming and i did it anyways, and I’m probably gonna do it again in the future.

-HOW OFTEN DOES ROMAN RIG VOTES?

-Logans interest in rewriting Frozen

-Ro: no. yes. I don’t know what you’re asking. Roman, it was kinda self explanatory XD

-everyones expressions when roman is talking about how he’s gonna rewrite it.

-YEA YOU LET THOSE CREATIVE JUICES FLOW!

-Virgil’s little ‘aw hell yea’

-REMUS: eh not my kind of fanfiction! WHAT FANDOM DOES HE READ FOR!? DOES HE READ STUFF ON HIMSELF AND THE OTHER SIDES!?

-ALSO HE’S RIGHT ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUCH NEXT TO LOGAN NAKED, HOW MUCH CAN LOGAN SEE?!

-I’m going to bed. IN THE BUFF. Yes, you’ve stated this before XD

-everyones contributions to the fic

-Pat: I see your point Virgil, but how about this: nobody dies.

-Joan at the end XD Joan should do more ads with Thomas, they’re great.

-Thomas: you just do it XD

-LOGAN APOLOGIZING TO HIS ONESIE! MY FUCKIN ASS YOU HAVE NO FEELINGS YOU'RE APOLOGIZING TO AN INANIMATE OBJECT MY DUDE!

-So this is obviously after DWIT, cause of Remus’ appearances and Logan’s ownage of being called cool. But is it right after? Or is there gonna be a prequel type video next that happens before this and exactly after DWIT?

-Thomas being sad hurts me.

-Did I mention how much I LOVE THAT THEY’RE JUST CHILLING WATCHING A MOVIE HOW OFTEN DO THEY DO THIS!?

-Logan drinking his... coffee? Kinda drinking it. If they taste what Thomas tastes(??) does it happen the other way around? Probably not right? Or is it one of those things where it’s a phantom taste or craving type situation?

-Roman lounging on a bean bag chair in front of an actual chair, yea same.

-BUT ALSO VIRGIL SITTING ON THE BACK OF THE COUCH. I do that too much, or like on the arm.

-Logan just fuckin wearing dress shoes like they’re not just at home on the couch watching a movie.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #sanders asides #sanders sides spoilers #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #joan stokes #thatsthat24 #ts virgil #ts logan #ts roman #ts remus #ts patton #ts deceit #core analysis

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lesbiulmo · 4 years

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Thanks for the tage @inwiste :DDD

🌿 Favourite comfort food: Mushroom soup, pasta, and COOKIES.

🌼 Favourite alcohol (or hot drink!): Well I only really have alcohol on Pesach so red wine I guess? For hot drink it's tea :p

🌷 Favourite relaxing activity: idk if it's an "activity" cuz it's not active but I like to sit outside under a tree if it's warm, or paint.

🌸 Favourite fluffy/feel-good fic: I wish I read fic but I have an attention span of no

🌻 Favourite calming scent: I don't know. Maybe cotton candy?

🌺 Favourite relaxing (or uplifting) song: Aahskldhg I was just telling someone how I have so many favorite songs and forget them all when someone asks. Maybe piano version of fear in the dark by iron maiden, or moonlight sonata.

🌵 Favourite white noise: Rain!

🍄 Favourite book to get lost in: Lotr! Good omens! Anything I've read a couple times before tbh

💐 Favourite chill-out TV show: I don't watch often enough to have a favorite chill-out TV show but I'm currently watching atla and she-ra is definitely something I wanna watch again. Also the owl house looks promising i saw four episodes.

🌹 The best advice you’ve ever had: Hmm... Mayhaps when I told myself to stop giving any fucks. Probably the collective knowledge of pinterest tho lol, including: mindset of im not a bad person, i just have things to work on.

Tagging @danstarlight , @writtenfoxscreams , and @uglynovemberrain

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LUCELO UR TURN

001. . . . kills the spider — both, and the spider gets away while they fight one another on who deserved to have killed the spider. after a week the spider argument mutates into a larger one about capabilities and about how they each would have killed the spider this exaggerated way or that exaggerated way, so then they take their methods to actual Veronese to prove their point. then they get turned on seeing the other kill people and make up! 002. . . . proposed — neither? i want to say marcelo and lu would get engaged only to spite someone. like if someone told them both it was a bad idea to get engaged then they would do it, and be really obnoxious that they were engaged to torture said person, and would be drunk the entire ceremony and probably get into a fight at the reception because marcelo stepped on her heel dancing or spilled their whiskey on her dress. would they get stabbed day 1 as a married person???? mayhaps 003. . . . kissed the other first — canonically lucrezia 100% because marcelo was too oblivious to realize she was into it for like a year rip 004. . . . initiates things — HMM both a lot. they’re both really attention centered, so some days marcelo is brooding and focused on anything other than lu and she has to drape herself across their lap and other days lu is getting friendly with someone at the bar and marcelo has to hoist her to the car. 005. . . . would leave the other — lucrezia because marcelo is a loyal bitch who loves pain 006. . . . is more jealous — yikes. both but i think lu would let it fester and cause a bigger stir where marcy would address it right away and fight the person so they stay away njkrng so i’m gonna say lucrezia because she seems like the type to throw it in their face that they ordered a drink from the hot bartender that 1 time six years ago. 007. . . . is lazier — lucrezia but to be fair marcelo is a pERSONAL TRAINER everyone else is lazy you heard it here first 008. . . . sends weird texts at 3 AM — lucrezia 100% and marcelo uses their phone so little they don’t see it until 5 AM and by then they have 60 notifications from her 009. . . . is more experienced — maybe i’m overestimating her but lu. it would be close though! in terms of relationships 100% lucrezia, marcelo is an idiot 010. . . . said i love you first — neither? they tell each other i love you with carved knives or taking apart the person that mildly inconvenienced them at the store, okay!

#tw death #ft lucrezia #hehe yike

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melodiiousnocturne · 4 years

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( dylan wang , cismale , he / him , kingdom hearts ) * &. i know it must be scary for you , demyx , after surviving the takeover . to turn into someone like myde lu , a twenty-one year-old part time clerk at the hq and part time instructor at the record scratch , right here in castle town . just remember that you are as easygoing as you are indolent , and to be wary , be safe , be true to who you are : neutral through and through .

hi as i said in gc , this is one big tl;dr i’m a demyx stan !

BEFORE CASTLE TOWN.

where do i begin

demyx — number ix in organization xiii ( demyx vc : are we still gonna call ourselves organization xiii now that there’s 14 of us ? ) he is ... lazy . arguably the most cowardly of the bunch , doesn’t like fighting , and would rather nap or play music .

that being said ... despite his very emotional exterior in comparison , we have seen that he can get just as serious / dark like the rest of them if he really needs to ...

idk i have a lot of feelings .

he’s very ?? idk how to explain it bt like . “ what’s in it for me ? ” ( as we really see in kh3 ) & like . i wld say he is a mix of ravenclaw / slytherin just . minus the whole cutthroat ambition of slytherin etc bc tbh that isn’t him . he’s kinda just along for the ride . i am rejecting those MoM theories and i’m not sorry ab it idc if they say it’s true , i REFUSE .

i feel like since demyx allegedly never remembered his somebody life , he probably didn’t care as much ab the whole kingdom hearts thing because he didn’t drink the kool-aid because like why would he want a life that he doesn’t even remember you know ?? plus it’s — he already knew xemnas & saïx were fucken lying when they said the nobodies didn’t have hearts JKDWJHSNS why did he need to be a somebody to regain a heart when he believed he already had one !!!

whatever .... lmao

anyway demyx in the manga was honestly a mood and a half i adore him

when he was brought back to the organization for kh3 , he was made into a seeker of darkness — meaning baby water boy got NORTED . his ears didn’t appear to be pointed in some way ( like the others ) so it’s safe to say he didn’t get as much of xehanort’s heart placed inside of him . bt it was enough to turn his pretty blue eyes into that ominous gold .

regardless , he was benched despite going through that whole process which like i HIGHLY doubt is an easy one to even do ( so good on demyx for being strong enough to withstand it ,,, ) bt it’s ! to be noted ! because he felt bitter ab being demoted after , and ofc with a mystery incentive from vexen , demyx finally took the offer of backstabbing the organization ( read : it goes back to what i said ab him being like well what’s in it for me ..... since before he got apparently satisfied enough , he’s like uhhhh sorry bt have u seen what happens to idiots who betray these guys lol like idk ab all that )

so basically self-preservation of a slytherin . there i said it ! plot twist he isn’t a coward , he’s just smart enough to not throw himself head first into danger . go figure , right ? like look alright he may be comedic relief bt ... he is also more than that !

in the organization he was known to kinda be a bully / play pranks / manipulate others into doing his work for him bt at the end of the day he ?? isn’t like . REALLY a bad guy or whatever . saying it was the pressure of the organization is dulling everything down , because he still actively chose to do what he did and didn’t do and i will hold him responsible for it , bt . u know . shit happens !

like we have canon evidence he wld join in xigbar when it comes to the more like . idk i guess harsher teasing ? and all ? and like again demyx made the conscious choice to go along w it so he isn’t innocent bt , i firmly stand by saying demyx unintentionally looked up to xigbar despite even ‘ fighting ’ with him , bc .. well . i stan them being a That duo . because to me , he’s just a prankster who wants a laugh .. even at the expense of another .. which yea idk still yikes ... bt it isn’t like , malicious .. when he is on his own .. imo . i mean take the days manga , he puts a whoopee cushion on axel’s chair ? bitch pls ..

( also quick going back to him being strong enough to accept getting norted — please just remember .... nobodies aren’t even supposed to exist ! they only technically form when the person who lost their heart is strong-willed & tbh ? i think it speaks volumes for demyx bc despite the show he puts on ,..... he is there . )

alright so look i know i sound like i am in denial of the MoM stuff and that mayhaps be so . however there’s definitely smthin off . like we KNOW he can be uhhhh a pos like the remark he has in days ab how the castle that never was is quieter without everyone who was eliminated at castle oblivion , bt — it was always a really weird line to me because he’s always been branded as the most emotional of the organization / the one who adamantly believed they had hearts the whole time ? which . inch resting ! i wld like to formally say ONE OF THESE is a fucken coping mechanism of sorts or smthin bc it’s really ... a lot and nothing makes sense and like that’s the entirety of kh lore in a nutshell bt ya . like i think it ties into the whole self-preservation thing bc it’s like , wow they really went and got themselves fucken murked ... how dumb ... bt at the same time bc like again the biggest pusher for #nobodieshavehearts , it’s like “ oh that’s depressing ” & like . a mess .

idk what else to say for this besides he was really great at recon & apparently was a keyblade wielder in the past ! which subsequently makes me emo on main bc he’s really out here like lmao nah that’s ... it’s cool bt like hm idk sounds like kinda fake u know

again fuck canon if it does u know what

AFTER CASTLE TOWN.

where do i begin , chapter 2

now myde is actually my hc somebody name for demyx so like going off that it technically is his real first name .... he just doesn’t know that bc although he survived this , he didn’t uh really remember his old somebody life so like lmao fuck all honestly this life could be his real life for all he knows

except he does know it isn’t

so like he’s ?? more of a somebody in castle town opposed to a nobody meaning he ! has a whole fucken heart now ! although because his eyes are still indeed gold , he’s kinda like well shit is old man xehanort still in there too

anyway myde lu .. my son ... the memories of castle town life are . something else . he grew up with a single mother who worked odd jobs here and there struggling to make money to provide . so while demyx is like ah fuck working i don’t wanna fucken do this , he got two part time jobs the moment he could to help her out . because even if she isn’t his real mother , it’s ??? really nice to have someone caring ab him :/

he rooms with neko / noriko now because an ad on craigslist bt he still sends some of his paychecks & like whatever money cut he gets from the troubvdours ( also , ironically from a fucken craigslist ad ! ) etc to castle town mom bc honestly life in castle town has kinda uh . made him like . wow wait fuck haha oh man i actually ???? i can’t just nap and play music and do whatever i want ?????? like i mean he still does bt castle town memories / the life he was forced into here made him arguably more responsible even though he is still a little shit and completely at the same time not that responsible in the slightest

it’s like . fake getting ur life together

idk he doesn’t like all the work like he’s exhausted bt it’s paired simultaneously with he ? kinda also doesn’t mind it solely bc there’s like ,, a benefit from it ? like with the two part time jobs ( which one is being a music instructor like i feel as if he doesn’t consider that one much of a job bc he gets to play music !! ) it’s being able to help the poor soul who got stuck as his ‘ caretaker ’ KKDKWJSJSJ and with the band it’s . bc he is passionate ab music and again although exhausting he loves to do it

boy’s chaotic neutral as always bt i suppose castle town is bringing out those hidden good tendencies

hmm he is forever bitter ab the fact he didn’t get his sitar tho .... what the fuck is he gonna do w his stupid organization cloak huh ? my god

so he picked up rhythm guitar bc it’s like . the closest thing without getting an ACTUAL sitar , because ! arpeggios is actually a rhythm technique & that’s what his sitar is named so .... food for thought i suppose . plus this world’s sitar isn’t the same anyway :/

despite being natural blond in game etc i’m making the executive decision to say he was given naturally dark hair in CT & now has to keep bleaching / dying his hair blond bc .... he does not think he suits black hair . nor does he want to . it reminds him too much of like idk xigbar or vanitas or whatever with the dark hair + gold eye combo u feel JDWJJSJSNS

he dated isolde in CT & honestly i suggested it to bloom as a crackship bc haha different bt then it got really soft and really emo so here we are . they close tho now still & she’s the only person he’s opened up to ab his real life / the organization so far !!

he is bi :/ and sad :/ bt honestly mood , i say as i’m pan not bi bt whatever :/

anyway part 500000 , he sleeps at the library sometimes bc big gay still for ienzo and likes to really just hang around them bc he wants them to remember being zexion .... & well . more selfishly he wants them to remember him bt like y a h

+ for the fact i have not really mentioned it : he still loves water iskaksns catch him like . chillin in his bathtub for hours like bitch stop wasting water and the water is FREEZING by the time he does decide he is finished . he misses his water abilities ok . he can probably like move stuff a little bit here and there bt it’s Nothing like before :/ yeah .

idk what else this is a mess !! please plot with me tho uwu xoxo

#castletown.intro #uhhhhh i dont ?? think ?? i need any tws lmao #bt it's also very late rn so i dont know what im doing sorry

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Artemis Rising

The story of a Goddess and a Demi God,star crossed lovers whose story was lost to the complexity of history. The truth is they were wronged. All because of the jealousy of a brother. Can they escape their fate in a modern age? Can reincarnation allow her to finally reunite with the ones who loved her?

genre: angst ; reincarnation/Greek mythology au ; werewolf au

pairing: Yoongi x reader; ot7 x reader ; ft: Ateez

word count: 2493

A/n: Don’t forget to read the warnings!

tag list: @w1tchcraftt

Chapter 1

I couldn’t help replaying Yoongi’s words in my head. Over and over the image of his desperate face resurfaced before me. I’d never seen him this bad.This desperate to force me to face the fears I was trying to hide even from myself.

But when I’d flinched away from his touch the way I had I’d instantly known he’d press me for answers. Answers that I wouldn’t be able to give him.

I had to leave him hanging. It was better if I kept denying it. I had to protect him. From the truth, from the pain of knowing and being unable to stop it. From Him…

Signaling to the driver I climbed into the back seat of the blacked out sedan, knowing that Mingi would take me home without question. The young man may have had his loyalties, but he was reliable in a way that previous bodyguards hadn’t been. He spoke very little, never made his presence overbearing, and was always on time.

I sighed as the muscles of my body relaxed, even if it was only on the silent car ride home. For the moment I was safe, protected from the ever watchful public eye and allowed to lose myself to my own thoughts.

It’d been 11 years. 11 years of knowing Yoongi and his brothers, 11 years of feeling the strange urge to go to them and allow them to whisk me away from my problems. But I knew running wouldn’t solve anything. I knew He’d find me no matter where I ran. So it was just...better if I complied...right?

The mansion loomed before me. A prison encased in gold trim and alabaster stone surrounded with lush gardens filled with deadly plants disguised as beautiful floral and even deadlier traps meant to maim instead of kill. Rock gardens filled with pools of quicksand and koi ponds filled with the deadliest fish known to man. It was a haven for evil, a nesting ground for the most poisonous creatures known to mankind. It was home.

The Mercedes pulled into the roundabout that encircled the nightshade patch. Beautiful little bell shaped flowers that were slowly going to seed to reveal the blackened berries of death reflected off the sedan’s mirror coated windows as Mingi hustled around the vehicle to open my door and allow me to step out.

I swung my purse over my shoulder, steeling myself in the hopes that he wasn’t home and that I’d be able to hustle to the kitchen to start on dinner.

Mingi trailed close behind me, nodding to Wooyoung and Yeosang, the brothers perpetually tasked with guarding the front doors of the mansion should He be off on business. I breathed an internal sigh of relief at the sight of the men, knowing I’d have time to prepare food as well as getting dressed and cleaned up.

A few hours later found me dressed to the nines, laying out the dishes I’d prepared for dinner. I’d opted for Greek style tonight, since he’d be flying to Athens in three days.

Dolmadakai, grape leaves stuffed with lamb and beef stood center, surrounded by fried tomato fritters and meatballs. To one side stood moussaka, minced meat covered in tomato sauce and layered with eggplant and a bechamel sauce that had taken me ages to get just right. I’d tossed together a quick greek salad, knowing he wouldn’t eat any of it but hoping to use it myself as an excuse to eat lightly tonight. Dessert was a homemade baklava, thin layers of flaky pastry dough surrounding a mixture of butter,sugar, and nuts covered in honey and roasted pistachios. I’d baked it that morning before going to see Yoongi and hoped the meal would be satisfying enough to waylay any questions that might come up during dinner.

I stared at the table, anxiety crawling up my throat and filling my body with a nervous energy that no amount of pacing in the kitchen could get rid of.I spent my next few moments twisting and turning the various plates, moving one dish after another around the table in order to present them just right when a knock at the dining room door drew my attention and spiked my heart rate.

“Miss...Hongjoong has returned.” San’s dulcet voice cut through me, his eyes piercing me as I swallowed harshly before making my way towards him.

“Get the 2009 Rothschild Pauillac from the cellar. I had it placed in the refrigerated room about an hour ago. Make sure the temperature is right and don’t you dare open it before I’m ready for you like last time.”

He grunted, squinting down at me as if pondering the idea of refusing my orders. After a moment of us staring each other down he turned and left, heading in the direction of the massive underground wine cellar.

I paused on my way upstairs, footsteps having been long ago muffled in the Persian carpet that lined the hall between the dining room and the rotunda. Turning to the 9 foot floor to ceiling mirror I adjusted the long sleeves of the cable knit turtleneck dress I’d chosen for the night. The crimson colored cashmere did well to hide the multiple bruises that littered my arms and the heavier makeup I’d chosen hid the coal colored bags beneath my eyes from far too many nights avoiding the night terrors I’d been prone to lately.

“Y/n, my love. Aren’t you looking stunning this evening.” The smooth voice sent a shrill scream of fear moving along my spine though I turned with a rim rod straight spine and a smile pressed thin along my lips to the man who’d called my attention.

“Good evening Hongjoong. I hope your day was pleasant?”

He approached me from the stairs, arms held wide as he waited for me to step into his reach. Icy cold fingers trailed up my spine, lighting the skin up my back with chill bumps despite the protection of the expensive cloth wrapping my figure in splendor.

“My day’s been made a hundred times better now that you’re here in my arms.” He smiled down at me, though his eyes held a fiery depth to them that I just knew would spell trouble should I make one wrong move.

“I’ve prepared dinner. Would you like to retire to the dining room?”

He tilted his head to the side, eyes scanning my face as he lifted my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Dinner? Hmm…”

I waited patiently. Hongjoong didn’t like to be told what to do. It came from countless years of clawing his way to the top, to his current position as mayor and his deep set drive to push further. Making the most of himself, earning the power he wielded so easily, it came with a certain need for control. A need for those who claimed loyalty to him to follow a set amount of rules that included making any ideas seem like they’d come from him.

And yet tonight he didn’t question me. Instead choosing to smile and after placing a gentle kiss to my cheek he allowed me to lead him into the dining room and to his seat.

The room itself was filled with his most trusted guards. Though Mingi and Yunho had taken up the position of guarding the front and rear doors, San and Wooyoung now stood to either side of the chair designated for me, while Jungho and Yeosang stood to either side of Hongjoong’s seat. Seonghwa was nowhere to be found, though that wasn’t unusual as he was usually tasked as the head of security with walking the grounds to ensure that the outside security stayed on task with their duties.

The bottle of red wine I’d asked San to fetch me earlier stood beside my plate and I gave him a nod of appreciation, though he ignored me in favor of staring straight ahead as the others did. Waiting for Hongjoong to take his seat I turned to the spread, motioning at it with one hand while giving him a smile.

“Since you’re going to Greece soon I thought I’d make a few samples of some of their local fare. A few things to try out so you could…”

“Figure out what my favorites are before I get there?” His tone was flat, though when I glanced at him he was sending me his usual cold smile.

“Ah...y...yes.”

With a nod from him I began serving out the food, head down and hands trembling as I made sure none of the foods were touching on his plate. Quick fingers moved across the table, ladling and serving everything before stepping back out of his reach should anything be found unsatisfactory.

He stared down at his plate for a moment, eyes intense as he took in the entirety of the meal.

“You may serve the wine.” Again that flat tone that had me moving without hesitation towards the wine bottle.

I kept my eyes down as I poured, shoulders stiff as I watched Hongjoong slowly reach for his fork out of the corner of my eye.

“Y/n…”

I paused in pouring the second glass, a river of fear running down my spine as the sound of my name fell from his lips.

“Is there bell pepper in these meatballs by chance?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, I set the wine bottle to the side, heart beating a million miles a second as I looked up and took in the glare of pure rage now pointed in my direction.

“I...well the recipe..”

“Peppers my love...what are the rules on peppers?”

“They...well you…”

The wine glasses went flying, spilling down the front of my dress as well as the once pristine white pants of Yeosang’s suit. Glass shattered across the ground and Hongjoong rose from his chair.

He stalked towards me, hand raised in warning as I scurried away from him. Yeosang grabbed me though, cutting off my retreat in an instant. Hongjoong snatched my arm out of Yeosang’s grip, dragging me back to the table and forcing me down into my chair.

“Stupid bitch!”

The slap that came next echoed through the room as a sting began to bloom across my cheek.

“I’ve told you once if I’ve told you a thousand times over. NO FUCKING PEPPERS IN MY GODDAMNED FOOD!”

I struggled to contain the whimper welling up in my throat,knowing that any sign of weakness would only serve to worsen his mood.

“I...I’m sorry Hongjoong. It won’t happen again…”

“You’re damned right it won’t.” Hongjoong signaled to the four guards and they cleared the room, serving only to heighten the growing terror within me.

“And I’m going to make damn well sure you remember exactly who it is you serve in this fucking household. If it’s the last thing I do.”

***

Yoongi sat alone in his room, eyes roaming the dark corners of his ceiling as his mind wandered the entirety of the last several days.

They’d just gotten off tour, exhausted from far too many layovers and crossed time zones. Within moments of stepping into their shared apartment they’d split off to their rooms, collapsing into feather soft beds and burying their faces in plush pillows to chase the elusive slumber they’d so long been lacking.

Yoongi though, had other priorities. He’d immediately headed to the seclusion of his studio, phone clicked to speed dial the number of his best friend.

She had answered right away, voice calm and even as always and a welcome balm to soothe the ache his body had endured throughout their time overseas. He’d sighed, leaning as far back as his chair would allow as he told her stories of their adventures and listened in turn to what she’d been up to over the weeks they’d been apart. The previous argument had been entirely forgotten in favor of the comfort they always found in each other’s company.

She was a writer, not well known but truly well loved by those who knew of her works. Mostly dealing in fantasy and romance, some of the things she would write about critics had always cited as seeming like stories straight out of history. Though unbeknownst to them, most of them actually had been.

Yoongi rolled over, tucking his arm beneath his head so that he could stare longingly at the painting that he’d purchased not long ago in Milan. The painting itself was of 16th century Italy, bold and bright colors littering the canvas in shades of coral vistas and flower shaped rainbows. But the colors and background weren’t why he’d spent almost 3 million on it. No, instead the woman standing at the edge of the Italian balcony, long dark hair blowing in the wind as she stared off at the seashore beyond was the focus of his attention.

He remembered it well, as the painting had been completed mere months before the woman had died in a most unfortunate fire of the very same villa she’d been standing in in the painting. The panic that had gripped him when Jungkook came rushing into their own shared villa to warn him of the fire still haunted him to this day. Right along with every other death of hers that he’d had to experience over the millennia.

“Yoongi. Manager’s calling for you.” Seokjin stood in the doorway, eyes frowning in the dark in an attempt to spot Yoongi. The lights framing the lone painting distracted him.

Seokjin walked further into the room, eyes trailing the ancient golden frame before focusing on the lone figure in the center of the canvas.

“Milan?” He turned to where Yoongi lay on the bed, eyes sad and filled with understanding as he watched the ancient wolf hum in acknowledgement.

“I found it hung in one of those tourist trap galleries next to an imitation Di Vinci. This is the original though. The one Tae painted…”

“Ah, I see…” Seokjin wandered over to the bed, perching on the edge to join Yoongi in staring at the exquisite work of art. Seokjin sighed, fingers reaching out to entangle with Yoongi’s much colder hand.

“Do you think this time will be different?” Despite the touchiness of the subject the taller man only half expected an answer.

True to form Yoongi chose to ignore it, releasing Jin’s hand and rolling over to stand up slowly. Stretching his arms in the air he turned back to Seokjin, his eyes glowing their haunting golden hue in the darkness. “You said the manager needed me?”

“Mmm...the sample you sent over got Namjoon’s parts added to it. They want you to give it a quick once over before they send it to the producers for mixing.”

Yoongi nodded. He gave the painting one last glance, a heavy sigh leaving him as the two left the room to continue with their day.

Chapter 3

#bts boulangerie #bts x reader #bts soulmate au #bts werewolf au #bts greek god au #bts mythology au #bts angst #ateez angst #ateez greek god au #bts min yoongi x reader #ateez hongjoong au

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