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starrypen · 5 months

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⋇⊶⊰ TWICE IS A DECISION ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: dom!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: sunghoon always knew you wanted him, even when he was dating your friend. following a night of fun, sunghoon tried to contact you again with only one goal in mind - keep you coming back for more.

warnings: unprotected sex, themes of cheating and jealousy, slapping, “good girl”, you almost get caught, 1.5k words

a/n: SELF INDULGENT. AGAIN. SORRY.

rolling your eyes at the boy in front of you, you cross your arms and sighed, “and jake agreed to this, did he?” you questioned.

“well, he said i could use his place for a bit,” sunghoon shrugged, “so yeah, i guess he did.”

you waited to see if he had anything more to add, but it seemed he was done talking, “so you forgot to mention the part where you were inviting me over from his phone, pretending to be him?”

“it’s not my fault he only ever uses his work phone these days,” you furrowed your brows, “and i remembered his password from high school.”

“that doesn’t give you the right to-”

“y/n, just hear me out,” sunghoon interrupted, “i miss you, your laugh, everything.” he stepped forward, reaching out for your hands but you stepped back and kept your arms crossed.

“no, you dated my friend,” you scoffed at his pathetic comments.

“you’re not even friends anymore,” he took another step towards you, “and i know you were jealous of her when we were together,” your eyes met, “that’s why you’re not friends anymore, isn’t it?”

you uncrossed your arms and let them drop to your sides as you rolled your eyes once again, “you always think it’s about you, don’t you? have you ever considered we might have just drifted apart?”

sunghoon brushed your face slightly as he grazed the back of his hand over your cheeks, “i know when you’re lying, y/n,” his other hand reached for yours by your side, “it was because of that night, wasn’t it?”

he was definitely referring to the night you were currently reliving in your head. the way his hands were all over you, the way he made you feel like the only girl in his universe, the way he laughed against your lips when he knew he’d been caught. the way he fucked you like you deserved.

you snatched your hand away, instead bringing it to your face to cool it down, “what night?”

“you know, here, jake’s 21st, you’d been flirting with me all night…” he probed, “how could i not give you want you wanted?”

“i’d had a lot to drink…” you tried to make up an excuse with an awkward scoff.

“you were on tap water the whole night, y/n, so was i,” he explained, “so was everyone else. no one brought any alcohol, remember?”

you cursed, “sunghoon, we shouldn’t have-”

“but we did,” he interrupted again, “and we both enjoyed it, didn’t we?” his hand reached for both of yours, you let him take a hold of them.

you nibbled at the inside of your cheek, your eyes drifting to his lips every now and then, just to check that they were still as kissable as they were that night. “do you miss my moans?”

“i knew if i tried to get in touch sooner you wouldn’t have given me the time of day,” he ignores your question, “please y/n, i really had to see you again.”

“shut up,” you spoke, getting to your tiptoes. you closed the gap between the two of you, your lips placing a hungry kiss on his, “please just-” his hands let go of yours in favour of pulling you closer at your lower back. “i missed too,” you whispered as he tilted his head and connected your lips once again, his tongue brushing against your teeth before you welcomed it into your mouth. your kiss led you to jake’s sofa, onto which you pushed the much taller man, separating the kiss rather forcefully. you stripped yourself of your coat and dropped it without care onto the ground.

“take off your pants,” you hurried him quietly. he did as you said as you took to your knees in front of him. “you were getting hard while we were arguing?” you asked with a laugh.

“you’re so hot when you’re mad,” he laughed too, bunching up your hair in his hand and pulling your head towards his dick.

the tip magnetised your lips before sunghoon bucked into your mouth. he allowed your mouth to work, taking as much as you could until he got bored of watching you struggle.

“babe,” he tugged at your hair, you stood up, “take those off and get here.” he patted the sofa next to him after motioning to your pants.

you sat beside him, his hand on your thigh, pulling it apart from the other. his hand crept closer to your pussy. your heartbeat was most certainly audible.

“sunghoon,” you moaned out as the boy’s fingers finally made contact with your sensitive clit. your hand wrapped around his wrist in apprehension.

“shh” he hushed you, his lips coming to yours once again. after, he lay back, behind you, on his side, and looped his arm through your leg pulling you into the same position. with your clothed back pressed to his chest, sunghoon teased your entrance with the tip of his dick. “do you want it, baby?” he asked, tapping it against your hole.

“fuck, sunghoon, please,” you moaned out.

you took your own leg from his grip, holding it up for him instead so he could use that hand to guide his dick into you. his other hand now snuck under your torso and was already massaging your clit. he pushed his dick inside you, one slow thrust filling you up, just as you remembered.

“fuck, y/n,” he groaned, “you feel,” he leaned over, with his hand now at your side, to kiss your cheek, “so fucking good,” kissing you once more while thrusting in and out of you. he kept his pace rather slow, just how you liked it. he knew you’d cum faster this way.

and that’s exactly what you did. “sunghoon,” you tensed, almost dropping your leg, which fell anyway as your orgasm took over, “i’m cumming!” your free hand once again grasped at his wrist.

“i know, baby,” he lifted your leg again so he could continue to fuck you.

a jingling of keys outside caused him to let it go immediately. you panicked, turning to the boy, who grabbed the blanket from the top of the sofa. he lay it flat over you just in the nick of time, covering your whole body, including your face.

“sorry i forgot my other… you wanted to come over just to watch the office?” jake’s eyes darted from the tv stand, on which his phone sat, to sunghoon on his sofa.

“yeah,” sunghoon laughed awkwardly, “forgot my netflix log in,” he lied. you felt sunghoon pump into you once more, probably to get more comfortable. you tried your hardest not to react, but you couldn’t help but wince.

“what was that?” jake grabbed his phone and headed back towards the door, not before giving sunghoon a concerned look.

“kelly,” he pointed to the tv screen, which was thankfully for him displaying a scene between kelly and ryan, “she’s so hot, insane body.”

normally, you’d be disgusted by the objectification, and if you weren’t extremely attracted to sunghoon, you’d feel the same right now. but all you could do in response was wiggle your ass against sunghoon, his dick still inside you.

“she’s cute, for sure, anyway, see you later, man,” jake responded, the door shutting soon after.

“shit, y/n,” sunghoon threw the blanket off of the pair of you, kissing and nibbling at your shoulder between words, “why do we always get caught when we fuck?”

you roll your hips against sunghoon’s fingers, rubbing your clit, “i don’t know,” you laugh.

you feel a change in sunghoon’s breathing as you respond, “get on your fucking knees again,” he snapped. oh the sunghoon you spent the night with was finally back.

“what? i didn’t even cum again?” you protested.

“i don’t care, get on your knees.” you took to your knees, this time he stood up, taking a fistful of your hair again. “good girls don’t almost make me cum when my friends are in the room,” he said, guiding your head towards his cock again. you opened your mouth, ready for the face fucking that you’d led sunghoon to believe was a punishment for you. his dick hit the back of your throat. you cried, you gagged, you spit up all over his dick. he pulled his dick out and leaned down. slapping your face with a swift motion, before cupping it and making you take his dick again, sunghoon groaned and moaned in pleasure. “how can you be so dirty, y/n, fuck.” his cock stayed motionless, apart from a few throbs, in your throat as cum flowed from it. you swallowed it all, but it wasn’t like you had a choice. “see, that’s how good girls should be. you’ll be back tomorrow, right?”

#sunghoon #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #sunghoon smut #sunghoon imagines #enhypen fanfiction

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ghosts-bandwagon · 9 months

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Ghosts That We Knew

fluff, comfort fic, mentions of survivors guilt and trauma Memories are a bitch sometimes. You thought bitterly as you stood against the rail, lit cigarette slowly turning to ash between your fingers. It was a job well done, everyone’s fine, you can rest now. So why can’t you? Is it because you’re remembering all the times it didn’t go well? Because the memories of fallen comrades and coppery last words hang heavy in your heart?

That was a different time, a different team, a different place, a far inferior version of yourself. You tried to remind yourself of that.

Why couldn’t you do what you can now back then? What was stopping you from being who you are now?

You brought the cigarette to your lips, goosebumps raising on your skin as the cool night sent a cold breeze your way. Fitting. You shuddered as you took a deep drag, tonguing the smoke in your mouth before letting it out into the breeze. You were so deep in the trenches of your survivors guilt that you barely registered something soft and warm slipping over your shoulders,

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to get sick on purpose.” Ghost broke the silence as he leaned on the rail beside you,

“Good thing you know better.” You chuckled dryly, he took in your appearance and it only took him a fraction of a second to know what was keeping you awake and far from the team,

“You keep carryin’ your ghosts with you and they’ll never go away, you know that right?”

You opened your mouth to argue but you knew better. So you opted to take another drag instead.

“We need you here with us, sergeant.” He hated taking his official tone with you but he knew you needed to hear it in an official capacity, “It’s because of you that Soap’s still with us today.” You knew it was meant to bait you into warming up and you fell for it nonetheless as you chuckled at his begrudging tone,

“Suppose I’ll be summoned to your office for that one, sir?”

“Damn right you will.” You two laughed softly, the air warming up as you both gravitated towards the other, arms touching one another on the rail until you leaned on him completely, resting your head on his shoulder. Simon watched as your tired eyes settled on the horizon, nimble fingers tapping the ash off your cigarette, bringing it to your lips before stopping. He watched you open your mouth, close it again, and then open it once more,

“It does.” He answered your unspoken question, one that you were ashamed of even asking in the first place, knowing your role as the pillar to the task force, “It takes time, and effort on your part, but it does, in fact, get better.”

“Effort?”

“You think it comes easy?” Simon scoffed, your head moved with his shoulders when he made the noise, “Shit, Soap might’ve been luckier than I thought.” He teased, you elbowed him in the ribs with your mouth agape at the insinuation,

“Not that much luckier, asshole.” You laugh, “You just don’t want to admit I’m a better shot than you, but you’re gonna have to live with it whether you like it or not.”

“In your dreams, sweetheart.”

Your laughs died down and you almost forgot why you couldn’t sleep in the first place, at least until you felt your fingers almost burn. You reflexively threw the cigarette butt away from your hand then crushed it with your boot once you realized what just happened.

“Like I said, carry your dead but don’t let them bury you. We need you here.” I need you here. He could taste the words on his tongue as they sat heavy in his throat. And from the way you looked at him, the reflection of the moon in your eyes, like he held everything you loved in them, he knew you could taste the words too.

“I don’t know, having some ghosts is ok, I think.” You argued with a gentle shrug,

“I swear to God, if you’re setting up for what I know will be a shit pun at my expense, I’ll make you regret it.” His eyes narrowed but they didn’t hold any malice, not towards you, never towards you. His chest fluttered as he watched you purse your lips and try (and fail) not to smile,

“What? No! I was going to say, uh, that um…” You tripped over your words as you tried desperately to think of something else to say,

“Christ, you’re terrible at this.” He hung his head with a dramatic sigh,

“I’m thinking! Shut up!”

“Don’t think too hard, I just said I need you in one piece.”

“You’re unbearable.” You shook your head as you bumped his hip with yours, a comfortable silence settled and you leaned against him deeper. He folded his arms so he could stretch his fingers out to touch you, you sighed as peace began to flourish in your chest. You mimicked his movements until you were able to thread your fingers with his, warmth flooding your veins as you stifled a yawn,

“There you are.” He said with a small laugh,

“Thank you, Simon. Almost got lost there.” You turned your head to kiss his shoulder,

“I know. I’ll always bring you back. Least I could do.” He pecked the top of your head through his mask,

“For what?” You yawned,

“For bearing with the unbearable.” He teased, “Now go sleep, if I hear you moanin’ about how tired you are tomorrow, I’ll give you somethin’ to be tired about.”

“Oh no, anything but that!” You feigned shock and fear,

“Not the threat you’re hoping for, pervert, you can count on that.” He nudged you off of him with his hip, hands on your shoulders as he guided you back inside,

“I mean it, Si, thank you.” Your voice was soft, almost scared to leave that tender moment behind. Scared to rejoin what you know awaits you behind your eyes and in the tired and frightened recesses of your mind, he knows because he was scared of the same thing.

“Anytime, love, you let me know.” It was as much an invitation as it was a plea,

“I will.”

“That's all I ask.” He knew you’d need him when you both got back home, could basically hear the knocking at his front door already. He didn’t get much sleep to begin with but he’d gladly lose sleep if it meant bringing you some semblance of peace. “Good night, sergeant.” His voice was soft and held every ounce of intimacy that you’ve ever shared with him as he dropped you off at your room,

“Good night, Ghost.” You begrudgingly parted but spun on the ball of your heel before you two got very far, your hand shot out to grab his arm and he stopped in his tracks,

“By the way, you’re the only ghost I don’t mind being haunted by.” You quipped, biting your lip to keep your smile from getting any wider,

“You’re so fucking lucky I need you alive.”

“I’m counting my stars, Ghost.”

a/n: I’m still alive! I’m hoping to come back to full capacity eventually but I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it!

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii

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foreveranevilregal · 7 months

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Encantober Day 3: Reunion

“You can let go now.” Bruno squirmed uncomfortably in Pepa’s grasp.

“Ay, but I missed you so much, hermanito.” Pepa squeezed him more tightly. “Can’t I have this moment of joy?”

“Can’t- breathe-“ Bruno gasped out, fighting against Pepa.

“Easy, Pepa.” Julieta placed her hand on Pepa’s shoulder. “His eyes are starting to pop out of his head.”

Reluctantly, Pepa loosened her grip.

Relieved, Bruno took a deep breath, just as Julieta pounced on him.

“What do all of you have against breathing?” He griped, sinking limply into the hug.

“Brunito, we haven’t seen you in ten years.” Alma said, her eyes misty with tears. “Surely you understand.”

“I do, but you won’t get to see me much longer if you don’t let me breathe!” He finally managed to wriggle out of the hug.

Pepa and Julieta looked at him, hurt.

Bruno sighed. “Alright, come here.” He held his arms open. “Ah, one arm hugs. One arm hugs!” He put up his hands preemptively.

This time, his sisters were gentler with him.

Bruno closed his eyes contentedly, enjoying the hug. “It’s good to see you, guys. I missed you.”

“We missed you too.” Suddenly, Pepa pulled away from the hug. “Don’t you ever disappear on us like that again!” She smacked him in the arm.

Wincing, Bruno shook out his arm. “Easy, Pepa. Keep me in one piece.” He covered his mouth with his hand and turned towards Julieta. “I forgot how strong she was.”

Hearing that, Pepa scooped him up in his arms and twirled him around. “Strong enough to pick you up, and don’t you forget it!” Realizing something, she frowned, setting him down on the ground. “Bruno, you’re so light. Have you been eating?”

He shrugged. “I got enough food. Sometimes it was hard to sneak some from the kitchen because someone would always be in there, but I’d get the rats to grab me a few arepas to tide me over.”

“Rats-“ Julieta looked horrified then sighed, smiling contentedly. “It’s over now. You can eat as much as you’d like, and no more rats in my kitchen!”

“What about other animals?” Antonio piped up, eyes shining eagerly.

“Toñito, I think Parce might be bigger than the kitchen,” Félix pointed out with a chuckle.

Everyone laughed.

“Food actually sounds pretty good,” Bruno admitted. “I haven’t eaten since,” he put up a few fingers, counting, “no matter, I’m hungry!”

Camilo’s stomach grumbled in agreement. “Let’s eat!”

“Great idea, Milo.” Julieta nodded approvingly. “I can go get started on dinner.”

“We’ll join you,” Pepa said, joining her side.

Bruno looked between the two warily. “Uh, Pepa’s allowed in the kitchen now?”

Félix shook his head “no” at Bruno but stilled his motion at a glare from Pepa.

Bruno nodded. “So, uh, dinner!” He said brightly. “Let’s go!” He stopped walking when he noticed Camilo examining him through narrowed eyes. “Something wrong, Camilo?”

Camilo gave him a disappointed once over. “You’re so…short,” Camilo pronounced.

Bruno blinked, confused. “Thank you?”

“Camilo!” Pepa whirled on her son. “That’s so rude.”

“You called him short all the time,” Agustín pointed out, becoming the latest victim of her glare.

“That’s different. That’s sibling privilege,” Pepa countered. “Camilo, you can’t say things like that to your tío.”

“Why not? He’s so short.” Camilo blew his bangs out of his eyes. “I thought he’d be like seven feet tall!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, kid. I’m not some kind of boogeyman. Just your regular, everyday tío with a pack of rats at his service.” He bowed with a flourish.

Dolores slid in alongside him. “About the rats…tío, now that you’re finally here…” She trailed off. “Not that you were ever really gone, I could hear you in the walls, you know,” she mentioned proudly as an aside.

Bruno chuckled. “I’m guessing you were the one responsible for the conveniently ‘forgotten’ food left in the kitchen?”

Dolores’ face assumed a guilty expression. “Guilty?” She glanced out of the corner of her eye towards Julieta, who wasn’t paying attention.

Bruno waved off her concern. “Hey, no sweat. You might’ve just saved my life with that, so thank you. So what’s up?”

“Well, since I could hear you in there…” Dolores brushed a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “I heard some of your performances.” Her voice sounded more confident now. “And I am just dying to know what happens with José and María!”

“Oh.” Bruno appeared taken aback.

“Do they end up together? Or does Carmen break them up? What happens next? I need to know!” Dolores squealed, gripping his arm tightly.

“You really are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?” Bruno shook his head good-naturedly. “Okay, so I don’t have all of it planned out yet, but here’s what I was thinking…”

They walked together as he narrated to her, his words punctuated by excited gasps and squeals.

Eventually, the family meandered inside. The kitchen became a whirlwind of activity, underscored by overlapping conversations. Finally, dinner was ready, and everyone took their places at the table, with Bruno at the head.

Next to him, Alma stood up, raising her glass. “To our family. May we never be separated again.”

Glasses clinked together at the first of many reunited Madrigal family dinners.

#bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #encantober #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #encantober 2023 #encanto #reunion #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #the important thing is i tried #i had a super long day at work today #please be nice

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justhere4kpop · 6 months

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Oh, Nurse!

Demon! Yoon Jeonghan x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend's friends think you can't dress up for Halloween, maybe this year you shut them up and win the annual contest.

Genre: Demons, Halloween Costume Party, Fantasy, Fluff, Friendly Competition

Warnings: Suggestive Conversations, Reader has some insecurities that are touched on, Language

~~Collab Piece with @nebulousbrainsoup~~ Here (Go check out theirs!)

a/n: This is my very first Seventeen piece!!! I'm so excited! I've been wanting to write for them for a while now but I never had any good ideas....ironically S.Coups is my bias. Also, this turned into one of my first like solo collab pieces, and yeah. I have some really cool friends. also, @nebulousbrainsoup thanks for editing and overall listening to me ramble. <3 <3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

~Masterlist~

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I hadn’t really planned on a couple’s costume with Jeonghan, nor had I planned on wearing something so…sexy, but when BooSeokSoon announced their annual Halloween party I had to go. And of course the boys had to bring up that I’d never wear something so scandalous..oh how wrong they were. When my demon boyfriend of two years had mentioned he wanted to dress up as a doctor he asked if I would join him. I wanted to surprise him though so I threw him off saying my best friend was gonna be a Tiger and saying I was Soonyoung. He laughed at the thought and nodded saying we’d for sure win the costume contest this year instead of Junhui.

It’s not that I CAN’T dress up, it’s that I don’t want to if I’m just picking him up or hanging out at his place. I have before, he bought a few very nice lingerie sets and we’ve gone out to dinner before at some very nice places but I like cuddling on the couch in pajamas and being comfortable.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” the text read on my phone.

“No I’ll meet you there Doctor.” I replied with a winky face. I ordered an Uber while pulling on the white lace thigh highs completing the look.

If there was one thing about a party at BooSeokSoon’s there was going to be drinking, drinking games, karaoke, and real fun time, you know…for it being in hell. My Uber driver’s eyes practically bugged out of his head when I threw on my coat to combat the chilled air of the autumnal season. It was a sexy costume but nothing too revealing, a mini dress, thigh highs and the cheesy headwear, cleavage just tastefully poking out. I was nothing if not classy while proving my friends wrong. I check my heels and makeup one more time making sure I won’t break anything, including my ankle, on the walk up to the townhome, and of course no red lipstick on the teeth. You know how magic works, presentable on the outside portal to hell on the inside.

Seungkwan opens the door for me and he’s casual…until I take off the coat I’m wearing.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah Kwan?” I look at the man whose jaw is on the floor.

“JEONGHAN YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!!!!” Hoshi called out, coming around the corner and freezing. “Holy fuck.” he whispered.

“Hi boys.” I smiled and walked past them into the living room where the real party had started. “Paging Doctor Yoon.” I called out to the man who was still turned away from me, two drinks in his hand.

“I see my little tiger has made…it.” his eyes widened.

He dropped the drinks on the floor once turned fully. He’d promised to clean them up later but I think he forgot.

“Fuck y/n. That you darling?” he asked, biting his lip and spinning me lightly to get a good look at the outfit.

“The one and only.” I smiled and kissed his cheek leaving an imprint on his cheek.

“I’m never washing that off.” he smiled down at me, taking a peek at my cleavage. “And to what do I owe the pleasure nurse y/n?”

“Well since your friends think I’d never wear something like this, because your oversized shirts are comfortable…I thought I’d surprise you. And look! Couples costumes.”

“You are just full of surprises, and here I was telling everyone you and Soonyoung were gonna match.”

“It’s why I didn’t want you picking me up Hannie.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Get me a drink?”

“Anything you want beautiful.” he smiled.

To say I had stunned just about every one of the demons was an understatement. All of them had dropped jaw and dry mouth it seemed. I was a little self-conscious with all the eyes now on me but I knew if I was ever uncomfortable there was Dr. Yoon next to me.

“You know, even after 2 years when I think I have you figured out..you always manage to surprise me.” Jeonghan had chuckled into my ear.

“2 years isn’t that long Hannie.” I took his hand as he lead me to the dance floor.

“Then I can’t wait to see what 20 and beyond look like.” he smiled and cupped my face to kiss me, a few whoops and hollers coming from those around us. “Looks like you stole my breath might need CPR Nurse.” he smiled.

“Oh really, normally people who are choking don’t talk.” I looked at him.

“Oh? Choking? No not me, you later perhaps though.” he winked and kissed me again.

“You know they say office romance doesn’t work out very well.”

“Good thing this is make believe darling. You’re stuck with me for a very long time…especially now that the guys have seen what should’ve been for my eyes only.”

“Blame them, they said I couldn’t do it.”

“I’m not blaming anyone if I get to see you like this.” he smiled.

Soonyoung had brought drinks around while people were dancing and that seemed to really get the party started, it was practically a frat party in hell at this point. Soonyoung always threw the most elaborate things for having a tiger on the brain. Then in walked Jeonghan’s biggest competition. His brother in arms. Jisoo, or Joshie.

“Hi Joshie!” I squealed and hugged him. “Is your partner around?”

“They’re putting up their coat.”

“I see, no costume again this year?” Jeonghan looked at his twin.

“Oh no we’re doing an angel devil look, they’re of course the angel. And what are you supposed to be?” Joshua’s eyes flashed red.

“A doctor.”

“What do you know about saving people, Jeonghan?”

“It’s called a costume for a reason, besides look at my lovely assistant aren’t they just…delicious.”

“I must say y/n, you know how to surprise us for sure. Never would’ve thought you were one to wear something like this.” he smiled and spun me around gently.

For demons they sure are sweet talkers hmm. Look it’s not my fault you have to give into temptation a little bit.

“We gotta win this year honey.” Jeonghan pulled me into him slightly as I took another drink.

“Hmm? Don’t want to lose to Joshua again?” I chuckled looking up at him.

“Again? Oh no no I never lose to Joshua.”

“Not my fault you voted for Soonyoung’s tiger last year.”

“I didn’t actually think he would WIN.” he pouted.

“Come on the contest doesn’t start for another hour. Let’s have a little fun.” I pulled him along.

The party was in full swing by the time the costume parade was starting, of course the boys and their partners were participating if they could. Wonwoo and his partner were both black cats…not by his choice of course. Seokmin and Seungkwan were Superman and Lois Lane….Seokmin was Lois Lane. Jihoon was a DJ...so on and so forth.

“Gyu what are you even talking about?” I laughed at hearing the man get lost in his train of thought again.

“I don’t even think he knows at this point Jagiya.” Jeonghan snuck up behind me again, his hands finding purchase on my waist. “Mind if I whisk you away your cheeks are looking a little flushed, my nurse, need to make sure you don’t faint on me.” he smiles.

“Oh I’m fine Hannie.” I pout, my words a tiny bit stumbled from the alcohol coursing slowly through my system but he guides me outside calmly and quietly.

“Did you really do this because the guys teased you about not dressing up more?”

“What they said I wouldn’t wear anything revealing or sexy for halloween.” I pout more.

“I’m just saying is this to prove them wrong or give yourself a confidence boost, you always said you didn’t like being the center of attention.” he brushed my hair back. “I’m definitely fine with you showing off for Halloween and the like, I love it when you let yourself relax.” he smiled.

“Oh sure be sweet and kind now.” I held his hand. “I don’t know…I think I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do it too. I’m not the most comfortable with myself sometimes but you tell me to try it out more…why not halloween.” I shrugged. “Maybe I wanted to look nice for you.”

“For me? Baby you always look absolutely delightful. Hard to keep my hands to myself.” he smiled.

“Jeonghan…you know what I mean.”

“And I’m telling the truth. I’ve never minded how you dress or anything, because you’re always you…my little bear.” he smiled and kissed me. “But I do like little surprises.”

“Keep sweet talking me and it’ll be a big surprise later Dr. Yoon.” I stuck my tongue out. “Come on I’m actually starving and there’s pizza….it’s also kinda cold out here.” I pulled him back inside.

“Oh Nurse, you’re going to get me in so much trouble one of these days.” he laughed.

“I thought trouble was your middle name.” I smiled.

“ALRIGHT! TIME FOR THE VOTING AND RANKINGS!” BooSeokSoon called out. “ONE VOTE PER PERSON AND IF YOU’RE A PAIR ONLY ONE OF YOU CAN VOTE FOR YOURSELVES!!!”

“Ready to lose again Jeonghan?” Joshua smiled.

“If I remember last year we had 6 votes and you had 5.” Jeonghan smiled.

“Doesn’t beat that Soonyoung got 12.” they both chuckled.

“I didn’t think that many people were gonna vote for sexy tiger man.” they laughed more at the thought.

“Don’t forget he has to present the winner this year, and you know how he gets about stage fright.”

“Hanniehae!” I called out finding them. “It’s our turn to vote!”

“Well I know who I’m voting for.” he smiled finding my hand as I reached out for him.

“I’m voting for Wonwoo and his partner, I like their cute cat ears.”

“He only has on cat ears, babe. He can literally turn into a cat.”

“Yeah but he has such a cute smile.” I smiled at my very own demon boyfriend.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve been bothering me for a cat for 6 months.”

“They’re cute and cuddly!!!”

“And you’re allergic.” he chuckled and wrote down our names and put it in the box.

“Fine maybe I’ll vote for Soonyoung again.”

“Do you want to lose? I need to keep my beat Joshua streak.”

“Oh you take it way too serious.” I chuckled and wrote down Wonwoo’s name and we left the “booth.” it was just the first floor bathroom with a curtain and a sign that said “private voting.”

Now I know what you’re thinking, who will count these fairly and not forge any for themselves. Our very own father figure, Seungcheol…well and Vernon and Junhui. And you’d think that demons could enchant the box right? Wrong…they take it WAY too serious…they got a special box from a witch that can’t be tampered with..unless you have the key. I mean not every plan is fool proof.

“Well Doctor…better luck next year.” I smiled at him as Minghao raised the trophy in triumph and the crowd called out for a speech.

“Man I thought we really had it this year.” he smiled and shook his head.

“Well I think you look great.”

“I could say the same for you Nurse Y/n.”

“Did we at least beat Joshie again this year?”

“Of couse we did, and by always…one vote.” he sighed. “Maybe next year we can do Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy.”

“Only is you find us an invisible boat-mobile.” I laughed at the thought.

“You’d look pretty hot in a body suit and pink fuzzy slippers.” he chuckled as we made our way outside.

“Oh are you saying I’m Mermaid Man?”

“Of course, I’m just your humble sidekick.” he kissed me once for good luck and twice because he felt like it. “And in a few years when you’re old and gray we can be the couple from Up. We better win before that though.”

“You sure we’ll still be together by then Jeonghan?”

“Oh I know we will be. I’m not letting you go anytime soon darling.” he smiled and ran in front of me. “Oh Nurse! I believe I need…CPR…For real.” he said laying down on the sidewalk and reaching a hand up.

“Choking people don’t talk Hannie.” I laughed.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfiction #seventeen fic #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #yoon jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x y/n #yoon jeonghan x you #collab piece

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jeanniebug623 · 1 month

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🕸️🕷️ Weaving the Web 🕷️🕸️

Chapter 15: Truth Be Told

“Nice try, kid.” Quaritch said with a huff of fatigue and a bit of frustration as he took a seat next to where the kid was crouched and watched Wainfleet take his chances with the ikran.

Spider ground his teeth slightly and glanced down then away. Any direction to not meet the colonel’s gaze. When he ‘forgot to mention’ some parts of the iknimaya process and bonding with an ikran, the kid didn’t expect Quaritch’s challenger to fling both of them right off a ledge. Spider didn’t just feel bad because, without the colonel’s protection, he would likely end up back in a prison cell. That would be the best-case scenario. A straight jacket and padded room in the worst.

“Must’ve been one of my other sides that forgot...” Spider said to lighten the mood. He didn’t know what the recom considered discipline for almost getting him killed but the teen REALLY didn’t want to find out either.

“Yea right.” Quaritch said with a scoff and sarcastic smirk. He was legitimately angry with Spider for not mentioning that the Na’vi would handicap the flying beasts first before attempting to make the bond.

“For what it’s worth...” Spider said, finally having the guts to look at Quaritch’s disappointed gaze, “...you did something Jake didn’t.”

Ok, so it was a poor attempt at making up for Quaritch possibly falling to his death but the slight perk in the recom’s ears told Spider he’d fed his ego a little bit. Not that he wanted the recom to think he was anywhere near the level of greatness Toruk Makto was, but he had to think of saving his own skin while he was still property of the RDA.

“You didn’t use a yìmkxa.” Spider said matter-of-factly then continued when the word meant nothing, “A banshee catcher to...you know...tie the mouth shut. There really aren’t many who don’t use them...if they don’t, it’s just to show off.”

Quaritch noticed how the teen’s voice got quieter and more awkward as it was clear Spider was trying to butter him up. The colonel had made it quite clear the consequences of causing any trouble the first time they left Bridgehead. But a lot happened since then. He was only dealing with one snarky teenager then...not said teen, a young child, and a psychopath.

The colonel’s frustration tempered as he rested and looked back to the cheering of Wainfleet dominating the stone arena. He chuckled a bit and said, “Ya don’t say. There’re things even the great Toruk Makto can't do, eh?”

Spider shrugged and let out an internal sigh of relief. He avoided an ass whippin’, right? Or maybe that threat was null and void now that he was so fucked up in the head? Some of the recoms acted like they were walking on eggshells around him; some acted like nothing had changed. He wasn’t sure what he would do outside of the situation. He barely knew how to handle it as it was happening to him...

“I am...sorry.” Spider said, glancing at Quaritch then back forward when the colonel gave him a side glance.

Quaritch stared at the boy in his side eye glance before leaning forward and saw the boy’s jaw was set tight and his brows were furrowed up. If he had pointy ears too, the recom was sure they’d be pinned back and showing genuine regret. When he smirked again, it wasn’t forced or sarcastic and he reached out to ruffle the boy’s hair. He pretended not to notice Spider flinch then try to hide it. No need to embarrass the poor kid any more than he had been...

“Point for you, tiger, I’d be a fool to not expect you to try and knock us all off at least once...” Quaritch said.

Spider smiled slightly and tried to hide that as well, trying not to lean into the giant hand ruffling his locs. Part of him tried to pretend it was Jake doing it. Like in some fantasy, he had been saved and everyone was happy he was back. And Jake was promising that he would never let anything happen to him again. Treat him like his own son for once...

And yet...it felt like Spider had that with...his dead father’s recom? Maybe that was just his brain damage making him feel that way...

But after everything Quaritch had done the last few weeks? Taking ‘legal custody’ of Spider so he wouldn’t be prisoner, being present at every major medical test, letting him stay in an apartment reserved for military leaders instead of some grunt barracks? Well...Spider also had to remind himself that Quaritch was the reason he was kidnapped and ended up in that stupid death machine in the first place. Still...if Spider was ‘nothin’ to him’ then why was Quaritch doing so much?

“I reckon not everyone walks away from this, do they?” Quaritch asked, interrupting Spider’s thoughts as another of the squad started scrapping with an ikran.

“Nope.” Spider said, watching Lopez get flipped right off the ikran’s back as soon as he managed to mount it.

“And kids do this?” the colonel followed up with.

“Like I said, younger than me. Just part of being seen as an adult in the clan. Becoming one of the People. Some of them never make it...” Spider said, his mood dropping with his tone. Despite all he had accomplished, as far as young hunters his age go, he would never follow in his friends’ footsteps. Though Quaritch took it in more the literal sense, which was also true...

“So, parents send their kids up here to die?” Quaritch said, his ears pinning back. Something twisted in his gut that made him feel uncomfortable about a teen younger than the boy next to him taking on such a dangerous challenge. Then the twisting tightened when he thought about the danger he’d put Spider and the Sully kids upon finding them in the woods.

No, that was unexpected and could have proved useful to finally getting Sully in the RDA’s crosshairs.

COULD HAVE.

“Not to die.” Spider corrected quickly, “To prove themselves.”

“Ya ever seen a kid fail this test?” Quaritch asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, but he didn’t die. He came back when he was ready and did it again.” Spider said, shifting his feet closer together in his crouched position and crossing his arms on his knees. The position was guarded and Quaritch could tell the boy didn’t want to talk.

“One of Sully’s kids...?” the recom asked quietly.

“Yea...” Spider said plainly and buried his chin in his arms as he watched the squad continue to pair up with the ikrans. Something he would never be able to do. Spider would grow up, sure. Something about being considered an adult at 18? What the hell did a number have to do with proving oneself an adult? And what did that matter to his people? To the Omatikaya? Age had nothing to do with being one of the people...it was what they did in those years. And there was a lot that Spider could not do...

The teen didn’t want to admit he was impressed with the recoms when they were all off the mountains and sitting around a campfire with their new partners snug on the cliffs around them for the night. Spider stayed quiet and just smiled to himself as he listened to the squad give each other a hard time over what they could have done better against the ikrans.

“That’s bull and you know it!” Lopez shot back as he was on the receiving end of most of the hazing.

“Seriously, brother, if you hadn’t tried to jump it so quick, you wouldn’t have landed on your ass.” Wainfleet jeered with a laugh.

Spider watched the way the recoms spoke to each other. They goaded each other in a way no different than himself and Lo’ak. It sounded tough but was all in good fun. The comradery. The warrior’s brotherhood. They were practically a family. More of a family than he ever had. He tried to push that thought away. He did have people in his life like this...he really did. They’d just...left him behind. Well, Jake probably made that call so was he really surprised by it? He wasn’t Jake’s kid...and he wasn’t worth the risk...

“Spider?” Quaritch said for the third time, concerned the boy was disassociating and one of the alters had stepped in without any of them noticing. He placed a gentle hand on Spider’s shoulder and looked into his eyes while asking, “You good, boy?”

“Yea, why?” Spider asked. Traces of panic infiltrated his mind. Did he lose time? Did someone else take over?

“Yea.” Quaritch said quickly to put concern out of the boy’s mind, “I asked you three times if you were still hungry, but you didn’t answer.”

“Oh...sorry...” Spider said, sighing quietly in relief as he looked back at the fire.

“Nothin’ to be sorry for, kid.”

“I think I’m just tired...”

“You should be after tryin’ to leave us behind in the mountains.” Quaritch said as he patted the boy’s head and nodded off to where their sleep mats were laid out away from the fire, “Off to bed now, son. Get.”

Spider stared at Quaritch, long enough that the colonel looked confused. ‘Son’ was not a word Spider was used to hearing unless it was in the context of ‘son of the demon’. He wasn’t really that tired. His brain was too busy processing his shifting perception of Quaritch and the recoms. How could being stuck with people who were supposed to be ‘the enemy’ feel like such a safe place to be...?

Eventually, he nodded and wandered over to lay down away from where the fire polluted his night vision. Laying on his back, Spider stared up at the starry sky and shifting colors from the aurora.

“Everything ok, boss?” Wainfleet asked, interrupting the colonel’s thoughts and staring at the boy.

“Yea, Lyle...” Quaritch said, running his hand over his chin, “Just tryin’ to figure out what’s on the kid’s mind. Can’t read him today.”

“You could just ask him.” Wainfleet suggested.

“I asked him if he was good. Said he was.”

“He might think he’s good. Or it might be easier to just say he’s good. Don’t you remember being a teenager? Last thing you wanted when a parent asked what was wrong was to actually tell them the truth.”

“Parent?”

Quaritch and Wainfleet looked at each other in silence.

“Well, you know...ANY adult asking a teenager what’s wrong...they’re gonna avoid talking about it.” Wainfleet said. He didn’t realize what he’d said until his friend called him on it. Regardless of the shock of the term used, the corporal clapped his hand on the colonel's shoulder as he stood. “I’ll take your watch, boss. Take the night off.”

Quaritch watched Wainfleet take up arms and start the new two hour perimeter watch. He cleared his throat and looked back to Spider. He could see he wasn’t asleep. In fact, the kid was pointing up at the stars and slowly moving his hand around. He cleared his throat again to distract himself from procrastinating then went over to the boy.

“Not as tired as you thought, eh?” Quaritch said as his shadow blocked the firelight.

“Too bright with the fire...” Spider lied.

“Ah, right...hate that...” the colonel sat down, continuing to block the firelight. “Better?”

“Yea...thanks...” Spider said, resting his hand on his stomach.

“What’s got your head in the clouds, tiger?” Quaritch asked, leaning his head back to look up at the stars as well.

“Just looking at the pictures in the stars.” Spider said with a shrug.

“The Na’vi got constellations too?”

“Yea...”

“Like what?”

Spider rolled his head to look at Quaritch as he continued to see what he could figure out on his own. He couldn’t tell if the recom really cared about the stars, but he did care enough to come over and check on Spider. So, he might as well humor the conversation...

“There’s Tuvom Taronyu and Taronyutsyìp right there...” Spider pointed to two clusters next to each other. “The Greatest Hunter and the Little Hunter.”

Quaritch looked at where Spider was pointing but it just looked like shiny dots in the sky to him. His ears twitched back, and he shuffled down the mat so he could lay back to see it from the same perspective as Spider. It didn’t help much and he asked, “Not seein’ a damn thing, Spider, what am I lookin’ at here?”

“There.” Spider pointed up and the colonel tilted his head to get a better look, leaning his cheek against the top of Spider’s head. “You see the spear in the Greatest Hunter’s hands? And the bow in the Little Hunter’s?”

“Ehh...” was all Quaritch could say as he tried to see what the boy was seeing. He held up his arm between them. Spider leaned his head further into the gap between the recom’s head and shoulder to look up the direction of his arm.

“More like...there.” Spider said as he reached over to grab ahold of Quaritch’s arm and moved it into a better position. As he re-explained, he continued to move the recom’s hand accordingly like he was tracing the stars like a connect the dots page out of a child’s coloring book. “There’s the big hunter. And the spear...is over their head. See?”

“Ah, yea.” Quaritch said, genuinely seeing the full picture now. The teen continued to tell him about the constellation and then some. He pointed out animals and plants and Na’vi folklore. The fire had been put out and the squad went to sleep. The sounds of the forest echoed, but all Quaritch could hear at that moment was the boy next to him as spoke with such fervor and passion that they could forget about what brought them to this point in time. And what unpredictable future lay ahead for the boy.

“There.” Spider said suddenly, pointing to a constellation that had peeked out from behind the floating mountains as the stars moved across the sky over the time they’d been talking. “That one’s mine.”

“Yours? Don’t tell me they do that horoscope bullshit here on Pandora too.” Quaritch grumbled as he tried to figure out what Spider was pointing at. Then a thought crossed his mind...what was Spider’s zodiac sign? He may not have cared for it, but Paz did.

“I don’t know what that is.” Spider said before quickly moving on and drawing over the stars with his pointed finger so Quaritch could get an idea of what the image was, “A lot of times, Na’vi kids will claim a star or a constellation as kind of a guardian. Something to watch over them when they can’t watch over themselves. You know, like when you’re asleep? That one’s mine.”

“Kinda looks like a...” Quaritch tilted his head to the side and squinted. He really didn’t want to insult the kid by his interpretation. Considering how many countless stars were in the sky, this specific constellation seemed sparse. It had the least amount of stars after the boy traced over it again. He cleared his throat quietly when he felt the kid’s head bump against his shoulder to prompt him to continue speaking and said, “Like a little arrowhead...surrounded by little spindly legs. But it looks all by its lonesome.”

Spider snorted at the description and tilted his head against Quaritch’s arm again, “I mean you’re not wrong...”

“What’s your little guardian called?” Quaritch asked, smiling that he figured it out without embarrassing himself too badly.

“Le’awtu Swirä.” Spider answered quietly.

“And that means, smart guy?”

“Lonely Creature.”

Silence fell between the two. Quaritch found himself missing the boy’s endless astronomy lecture immediately. To the colonel’s relief, Spider spoke up to further explain.

“It’s not what you think...” Spider said vaguely. He took in a breath then let it out before continuing, “The Lonely Creature is one of the Na’vi’s greatest stories. It’s about an unknown creature that lives everywhere on Pandora. In the forest, the mountains, the seas, the deserts...everywhere. No one knows what it looks like, but they know it’s there.”

“A whole pack of unknown critters?” Quaritch asked.

“No, just one. But it can be anywhere it wants to be. Not knowing what the Lonely Creature is makes it accepted wherever it goes. The Na’vi respect the Lonely Creature because they don’t know what it is. They don't hate what they don’t understand. They need a reason to hate something...so they don’t hate what they don’t know.” Spider said, his eyes staring unblinking at his guardian in the stars.

Silence fell between the two as stones sunk into Quaritch’s stomach. There were a lot of reasons for the humans and the Na’vi to hate each other. That was for damn sure. But he didn’t care about that. Spider was so expendable that there were no rescue attempts. If that didn’t say ‘hate’ in some form of the word, Quaritch didn’t know what did. But this poor kid didn’t deserve that...

“Means more now than ever...most kids stop believing in them way younger than me...” Spider admitted sheepishly.

“Yea? Why’s that?” Quaritch asked, quietly.

“They don’t need stars to watch over them because they can connect to who’s here...they’re protected by who’s here...” Spider answered. A third silence. The colonel didn’t know if the kid was talking about parents or the clan or their great goddess Eywa. It seemed this Lonely Creature chose to stay lonely just to feel wanted, respected, and a part of something. Even if it that acceptance was based on how far it could stay away...

“Am I ever going to be ok...?” Spider asked with a quiet voice, barely able to escape his tight throat. He didn’t feel as lonely as he used to. It was hard to when all he could think about was the extra personalities that he could not control. But they were there in his mind.

“You’re already ok.” Quaritch said, struggling almost as badly as Spider was to speak. The boy didn’t answer but he heard him shifting until he was lying with his back to the recom. Quaritch contemplated his next decision, both for his sake and the boy’s, before sweeping his arm out and around the boy to pull him close.

Spider may have been a little panicked mentally but allowed Quaritch to scoop him up in his arm to be pulled back against the recom’s side. The recom's arm was so long it could lay around his head and bend up at the elbow, so a large hand rested on the boy’s upper arm. Quaritch gave it a light squeeze and Spider found himself curling his head comfortably into the arm of the closest person he ever had to a father...

Got to give a shout out to @naavispider for inspiration for their stargazing scene from chapter 12 of If You Ain't Playing Me. ✨

#atwow #atwow fanfiction #atwow spider #recom quaritch #spider quaritch #weaving the web #ao3 writer

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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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Can you do a Steve harrington x Henderson!reader set when they break into Victor’s house and decide to split up (season 4, episode 5) where the reader offers to go by herself since they’re unequal and Steve (and Dustin) is against the idea cause he loves her? Thank you!

Three Is Just Fine

(gif not mine credits to owner)

a/n: thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.1k

summary: no way he was letting you go off on your own. in this climate, really? there’s a frickin naked, alien, ninja turtle on the loose for christs sake. what? were you insane?

warnings: past trauma mention, scars, if i missed any let me know!!

st - masterlist m.masterlist

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You stood behind Steve and Nancy as they used their hammers to un-board the door. Next to you was Dustin, you looked over at him, arms crossed over your chest. Steve turned to Nancy.

“What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” he asked.

“We’re not sure,” Nancy said, “We just know this house is important to Vecna.”

“Because Max saw it in Vecna’s red soup mind world?”

“Basically.”

“If that was soup I’d rather eat Mom’s meatloaf than that,” you muttered to Dustin. His face scrunched up in disgust.

“I’d prefer the soup,” he stated. You took a moment to ponder the thought before nodding.

“Yeah, Vecna’s mind soup can’t be worse than that chemical warfare.”

“Great,” Steve replied to Nancy.

“Maybe it holds a clue to where Vecna is,” Dustin mentions, “Why he’s back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max.” You glanced over at the girl in question.

“We don’t think he’s in here, do we?” Lucas asked.

“Guess we’ll find out,” Max stated.

“Y/n, stand back a little,” Steve commanded gently. You nodded moving back a step as both him and Nancy let the door fall. He put his hand on the doorknob, and tried to turn it. “It’s locked,” Steve muttered, “Should I knock, see if anybody’s home?”

“No need,” Robin spoke up, a brick in hand, “I found a key.”

The glass shattered as she threw the heavy object into the window. Steve peered through the hole before sticking his arm in it. Opening the door from the inside. It creaked as he stepped in. Once everyone entered Steve closed the door behind them.

“Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill,” Lucas remarked, trying to turn the lights on with a switch. Dustin handed you a flashlight, turning on his own in the process. Steve’s brows furrowed.

“Where’d everyone get those?” he asked. Both you and Dustin turned to him.

“Do you need to be told everything?” Dustin questioned. You suppressed a laugh. Steve just blinked. “You’re not a child.” A chuckle passed through you trying to stop it with a hand over your mouth.

“Thank you,” Steve nodded sarcastically.

“Back pocket,” Dustin instructed, taking off his backpack, handed it to Steve, then proceeding to approach the others. You nudged Steve’s hip with yours.

“Yeah, Steve geez, back pocket,” you said in a teasing tone. You watched him over your shoulder as you took after Dustin. Steve smiled at you sarcastically nodding his head again. Chuckling once more you turned your gaze back to in front of you. Steve’s eyes lingered on you for a moment before dropping the bag onto the floor.

Moving your flashlight around the area, your vision followed the places the light landed on.

“Hey, you guys see that right?” Max questioned. Your attention went to her, Steve’s arm brushed against your back as he made his way past you, approaching the girl. You followed, staring at the clock in front of her.

“Yeah,” he and Dustin said in sync.

“Is this what you saw?” Nancy asked, “In your visions?” Max nodded.

“I mean, it’s… just a clock,” Robin stated, peering over Max’s shoulder. “Right?” She maneuvered her way past the girl. Approaching the object in question, wiping the dust off the glass. “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” Steve asked, to no one in particular. “Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?” You huffed a laugh.

“Wow, Steve I think you got it,” you remarked sarcastically.

“Yeah, I think you cracked the case,” Dustin added. Steve once again looked at the two of you. An annoyed glare finding its wat to his face.

“All I know is the answers are here,” Nancy stated, “Somewhere.”

“Alright how about we split up,” you offered, “We can go in groups of two; cover more ground that way. I’ll go off on my own-”

“Woah, woah, woah, pause. You want to go off on your own? In this murder house?” Steve asked you.

“Yeah, I do. It’s not my first rodeo, dude. Who was the one who killed four demodogs with just a kitchen knife? If I can take them, I’m pretty sure I can take on an abandoned house. Like I said we can cover more ground that way anyway,” you stated.

“Sure you took them on but what happened to you because of it?” Steve questioned with a pointed expression, putting you on the spot. You frowned recalling the state you were in afterward. A hand subconsciously rubbing the scar on your thigh through your pants. His face softened. “Three groups is enough to cover one house is what I’m trying to get at.” You stared into his eyes, seeing the pleading behind them.

“Steve’s right on this one,” Dustin spoke up, “We don’t want to split up thinking nothings in here and if something does happen no ones gonna be there to help. You don’t need to sacrifice yourself again, Y/n. Plus like he said three is enough to cover the house.” you pursed your lips pondering the options. You looked across the group, taking in their solemn expressions at past memories. Sighing you came to a conclusion.

“Fine, whatever.” Nancy pulled Robin to go upstairs. Max tugged Lucas to another direction. Dustin turned to Steve’s whose eyes were still on you. You watched as the groups went their separate ways. Fidgeting with your flashlight to think of where to go.

Dustin cleared his throat, catching yours and Steve’s attention. Steve took one look at him and sighed, starting to make his way through the house.

“Was that a sigh?” Dustin asked in an offended tone. Steve turned once more to you nodding in the direction of the stairs. You followed.

“No it wasn’t a sigh,” Steve replied.

“Why’d you sigh?

“I didn’t sigh. Just come on, dude.” You quietly listened to the argument.

“I heard you,” Dustin stated.

“We… We’re just always partners, okay,” Steve explained briefly.

“You have a problem with that?”

“It’d just be nice to, I don’t know, mix it up a bit.”

“I’m boring you?” Dustin asked, “Is that it?”

“No, the opposite…”

“Well it is mixed up. I’m here with you two dummies,” you butted in. Steve stopped and looked down at you from a couple steps up. You moved to be on the same level as him. He continued to gaze into your eyes as you smiled at him. “Keep staring like that though and everyone's gonna find out you’re in love with me, Harrington. Then everything is gonna be mixed up. At least wait till we beat the naked ninja turtle, kay?” you said, patting his cheek, making your way up the stairs. Steve froze, eyes wide. He eyed Dustin as he passed. It was his turn to be on the same level as Steve.

“It’s a little late for that,” Dustin informed, “Everyone already knows.” He continued to climb the stairs after you. Steve's jaw dropped watching the kid rush past. He snapped himself out of it, quickly following after Dustin.

“What do you mean everyone knows!? How does she know!?”

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So this is from our good friend 🐱 anon! And while this isn't like specifically harem, I'll probably cover the Harem and extras. And we'll start with Nation so

Mondstadt!

So Albedo. Would instantly start asking diluc questions and start performing tests. For Hexenzirkel Mom Diluc, Albedo probably tries to see if there is something from Diluc's mother at play. Probably test Klee's strength as well, just to be safe. He probably starts looking for a connection between pyro energy and physical prowess as well. So he would have a rather mundane reaction and just go into him being well Albedo.

Now for Eula. She's probably heard about former Captain crazy strength but most likely dismissed it, thinking it was just an exaggeration. Then he flips a fucking Ruin Grader. She probably has just a moment. I mean, I can't blame her, though. I'd need one too. Specially because right after, he'd go into sweetheart mode and start asking if she's ok. And generally acting very sweet and kind despite the fact HE JUST FLIPPED A FUCKING RUIN GRADER. Of course, after such an embarrassment like this, she will need a little revenge and make sure Diluc knows who's top dog.

Now main ships outta the way, let's talk about Venti. Because you can't tell me that either Ragnvindr or the Red-Haired warrior could do the same thing. And it's something Venti rather casually forgot. In general, he forgets that Diluc is his equivalent to Zhongli's General Alatus, like if Xiao was more chaotic and had an issue with authority. And Flipping a Ruin Grader would be a very good reminder for Venti.

Moving on, I also want to briefly mention Rosaria and Kaeya. Mostly because Rosaria knows Diluc has a lot of surprises, but she was not expecting that. And Kaeya. He's been dealing with this bull since they were kids, so just them at the bar, and Rosaria is just still stunned.

"He flipped. A whole. Ruin Grader..."

"Really? Glad he's still in condition then."

"Huh? What do you."

"I once saw him hug a boar when we were kids... He hugged it so hard he broke the poor thing's ribs. And would not stop crying about it."

Liyue

Starting with Zhongli. He'd probably have the most normal reaction out of everyone, and that's probably because. Zhongli sees himself as a normal human, or he wants to. So weird like that he is very used to playing it off as normal human things. He really does applaud Diluc's form, though. Probably makes some suggestions.

Now to Xiao. This would really be a heartthrob moment for Xiao, tbh. And he's gonna deny it like his life depends on it. Like NO It definitely wasn't hot that his human boyfriend flipped a whole ruin grader over his shoulder! Definitely not! And he still probably frets over Diluc after words and makes sure he didn't get injured.

So Yelan is getting put here because I see her and Ningguang and friends of Diluc. I particularly see them as members of the underground network. And Diluc doesn't report to either. He respects them a lot. They both would be incredibly impressed, but here is the thing with these two. They see Diluc as their "cute" junior. So despite having taken down a Ruin grader with his bare hands, he now gets cooed at by these two women telling him how proud they are. It's embarrassing but he can't do anything but take it.

Now on to the others. And here is my favorite underrated dynamic, Diluc and Yanfei. She is his lawyer, and no one can tell me otherwise. They are both the more serious of the Pyros and the only ones who can control the chaos. But ummm. Yanfei forgets Diluc is also chaotic. And after seeing him flip a Ruin Grader, She probably starts working on a damage claim argument centering around Diluc being unable to control his ridiculous strength. She did end up using it. and it did keep Diluc out of jail.

Inazuma

Thoma, much like Kaeya, grew up with Diluc's bull. So he isn't really surprised when he sees Diluc flips a ruin grader but probably offers him a snack or something afterward, making sure he's ok and didn't strain himself or anything.

Now I'm putting Ayato and Ayaka together. Because, well, I imagine that Ayaka is constantly dealing with a love-struck brother. And this would be another case. And this would be a case where Ayato would start in on how of course, Diluc is the strongest because Ayato only like the best of the best and has the most incredible tastes, and Diluc is simply the greatest. And Ayaka is in shock that a human can even do that, and everything her brother is saying is just going in one here and out the other. As she just sits there stunned and makes a mental note to make sure no one upsets Master Diluc.

So Itto is a hype man. And this would send him into overdrive. While his whole gang is just stunned, they just have to go along with what Itto it telling them because, well. That guy just took down a ruin grader barehanded. Like yeah, Itto can do that. But he's an oni... but Diluc... Diluc's just supposed to be a regular guy.

But after the shock wears off. They totally join Itto in the hype team and praise Diluc to the sun and back. He is very embarrassed about it all and well.

Sumeru

Al Haitham. You can't tell me it doesn't work out like he does it mostly to stay healthy. But he's probably stronger than people give him credit for. But seeing Diluc do that...

That's a whole different level. He probably pulls a little bit of an Albedo and goes into investigative mode. But, um, a little more creepy and just watches Diluc in his daily routine. Probably ends up coming to the conclusion that Diluc... mostly likely has some supernatural ancestry that he's managed to inherit and levels it there.

Kaveh. He'd nearly have a heart attack. Like he would deal with it in phases.

Stunned silence.

horny

realization of horny

a bit of shame about the horny a bit of embarrassment about the horny

acceptance of the horny

simp

So as the newest Bully Memeber, I gotta put Tighnari here. And let me say he would go mildly Albedo but then start probably going feeding Diluc weird plants and testing them with Diluc's strength. And they would become a chaotic NIGHTMARE.

Now Dehya is another Big Sis I give to Diluc. And I can not tell you how proud she would be. I mean, she would instantly suplex him to assert dominance, but that's ok She's still proud.

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pairing: felix x rebel!reader

summary: you and felix became close when he joined the rebellion. when he’s gone from a mission longer than he should be, you set out to find where he really is.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: season 6 chapter 10 spoilers, swearing, symptoms of a panic attack but not actually stated, brief mention of suicide(but not acted upon), pain pain pain!, kind of an open ending, all lowercase, gn!reader, follows plot of show

notes: whew! put a lot of prompts into this one, gotta make it sting a little! keep in mind this is my first work for this fandom and for…well, anything! please please please comment your thoughts on it, hope you all enjoy :)

“felix, rendezvous back at the ship, it’s time to let them end their war once and for all.” the radio goes quiet for a moment, the other side contemplating their choice of words.

“tie up your loose ends.”

the line cuts off with static, locus supposedly getting ready for the attack on the federal army.

it’s quiet, until a long sigh breaks through the empty room. “fuck.”

it’s no question that felix and you have a… special relationship. ever since he joined the rebellion, it’s as if you two just clicked.

you were one of the best in the rebellion, although you didn’t have much competition. because of your superior skill, or well, the inferior skill of others, you had trouble connecting with the other soldiers.

when felix showed up, everything changed.

like a flipped switch, you were never alone, always by each other’s side. of course, other than when he went on his own missions and when you had your own duties to attend to on base.

you two did everything together. training, dining, hell— even chores (although, he was more so just keeping you company as you were on dish duty).

eventually, things started to take a turn. training sessions and missions suddenly turned into late night walks and deep conversations in your quarters.

of course, this soon led to more… intimate moments between you both.

soon after, everyone could catch on that you two had something going on.

… or maybe it was after felix beat up a new recruit to the brink of death when he found out the poor guy was flirting with you.

nevertheless, things were going fine— perfect even. as fine as things can be during a civil war.

until everything wasn’t.

“felix? i thought kimball sent you out to scout the feds?”

you’re in the back of the weaponry, sharpening your knives (gifted by a certain someone) and preparing your other guns for an upcoming mission when you spotted him walking up to you.

“oh god, please tell me she doesn’t want me to tag along. i don’t know how many more bullets i can take for you.”

he let out a soft chuckle as he stood in front of you, staring down at you seated on a crate.

“oh please, it was one time. and you didn’t even get shot, it grazed your leg.” his eyes flicker down to the knife in your hand, his chest puffing up smugly.

he’s weird that way. seeing you use the knives he gifted you gave him a sense of possessiveness, as if he was staking his claim on you. you always called him a creep when he brought it up.

neither of you brought up how you never denied it.

“as much as i’d love to have you on this next mission, no, she didn’t tell me to come get you.” he clears his throat before continuing, “i just… wanted to you to see me off.”

you pause your work, staring up at him with a confused look. of course because of the helmets, he doesn’t see it, so you both stare at each other in awkward silence for a moment.

“...okay, i’ll bite. why?” you set your weapons to the side so you can stand face to face with him. “you don’t plan to die on this one, do you?” your tone has a tint of humor to it, but your body is clearly tense.

“darling, please. look who you’re talking to. you think some weak federals can kill this awesome bod? i’m offended.” he makes a pose of showing off his arm muscles, causing you to just scoff and lightly shove his shoulder.

“right. i forgot i was hanging with the strongest man on the planet,” your tone drips with faux praise, glancing behind him at the lingering soldiers giving you both cautious glances.

“i’m serious though. i just wanted to see you before i left.” he steps closer, his hand reaching for yours, his fingers brushing against your wrist. your helmet clinks gently against his like a childish kiss. everyone already knew about you two, but it’s nice to keep some professionalism in public.

“how long will you be gone?” you whisper softly, as if raising your voice would shatter the intimate moment between you two.

“not long. intel says it’ll be quick. i should be back in a few days.” he responds just as gently, all humor in his voice gone and replaced with a tone you would never hear him use with anyone else.

“okay, be safe.”

it’s been two weeks since your last conversation with him, and it’s safe to say you were… on edge.

you’ve been going around the base non-stop asking the same questions, where is he, what do you know about the mission he was sent on, and at some point during it all kimball summoned you herself after you snapped at one of the rookies.

“what the hell were you thinking, pulling a gun on a fucking rookie? have you lost your goddamn mind?!”

kimballs voice is loud enough to echo throughout the whole base, yet you remain unphased as she throws words towards you that are intended to hurt. you tune her out, completely uninterested in what she has to say.

your mind hasn’t been the same since he left. you can handle when he goes off on his usual missions, but when he doesn’t come back two weeks after he said he should’ve?

it’s logical for you to get a little high strung.

you let her hurl a few more insults towards you before interrupting. “it won’t happen again. am i dismissed?”

she grinds her jaw to restrain the next string of curses about to be let out, and huffs. “look, i know you’re stressed that felix is gone. shit, i don’t know where he is either, okay? but you need to get your shit together. i don’t want to see another fuck up like this again, understand?”

you only nod, turning on your heel and walking out of the building. as you make your way towards your quarters, you overhear the galaxy's greatest heroes (a bunch of lazy idiots if anyone were to ask you) talking about some sort of rescue mission to save the rest of their team.

you tense up. maybe felix was sent to go after them and got captured himself? you were willing to take the chance to find out.

pausing, you contemplate the risk of asking to join them. not because it would be betraying your alliance to the rebellion, but because hanging around with them will surely lower your chance of survival.

waving away your doubts, you walk into the building they were in. they notice you immediately, instantly becoming tense. “oh… hey there,” the yellow (orange, he always corrects you) one says.

“i want in on your little rescue mission. it’ll be wise for you to bring me along.”

they all share a look, before the teal one speaks up, “uh… sure. but why?”

oh my god, they’re fucking idiots.

there is absolutely no possible explanation as to how the five of you have made it this far, and you don’t plan on questioning it, instead thanking whatever god is up there that you haven’t blown your own brains out from the frustration of having to deal with their idiotic antics.

you don’t think about it any longer once they reunite with their team, your disappointment evident when you don’t see felix being one of the people among them.

for fucks sake, where could he have gone?

your question gets answered shortly after.

“...felix?”

you stand amongst the other soldiers, staring at him with a confused expression. your heart stutters in what you thought was relief, but you should’ve known better.

once the fight broke out, you were so confused. you had no idea what to do. do you shoot at him? what if it was just a huge misunderstanding? why was he with locus? there was too much going on. before you even knew it, one of the soldiers, you’re assuming one of the heroes allies, teleports your team away.

you were left behind.

following your instincts, you fucking book it and run, away from whatever the hell just happened and whoever the hell was chasing you.

not long after, because your training wasn’t that good, you’re worn out from running away, deciding to take cover behind one of the many rocky pikes surrounding the base.

you drop your gun, your hands shaking too much to hold it steady. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you hear footsteps running past you, and you try your best to hold your breath. you didn’t know what to do, you weren’t cut out for this, you weren’t cut out for this war.

your breath is shallow as you rip off your helmet, taking large gasps of air and clutching your chest tightly to help ease the pain forming there. you couldn’t feel anything, your chest was hurting so much it numbed the pain in your legs from running.

trying to steady yourself, you count your breaths, praying that you can just calm down and keep running.

“i knew i’d find you here.”

your heart drops, and you raise your head to look up at the person approaching you. you take a deep breath to try and focus.

“felix, i thought you- what the hell is going on?” you stand up straight, starting to walk towards him. you’re so confused and you need to know if it's really him.

before you can even take a step, his gun is aimed straight at your face. “stay where you are.”

your body instantly freezes, a sudden chill shooting down your spine. “felix.. what are you doing? we can leave before they find us, stop messing with me and put the gun down!”

he doesn’t seem to listen, his gun following your head as you try to move slightly out of its range.

“you know, from the day we met, i knew i’d hurt you eventually,” he lowered his gun, starting to pace slowly in front of you.

the radio in his suit buzzes, most likely containing orders to the soldiers nearby to eliminate you immediately, but all he does is switch it off.

“i was surprised, really, how easily you opened up to me. i mean, come on, trusting a mercenary? i thought i taught you better,” he keeps the gun lowered, but you know the threat is still prominent, “and then you had to go and fall for me. you sure gave me trouble finding ways to report to command without you being on my back all the time.”

your brain lags, trying to piece together what he’s saying but you’re so deep in denial. “felix i- what are you even saying?”

“do you remember the first time we met?” he cuts you off, taking a step closer. “the first conversation we had?”

when you don’t respond, he takes pride in answering his own question, “i told you not to get too close to me. kimball said it herself– i was hired to help you guys, what makes you think you and your little crush on me could ever change that?”

it’s like a wave of ice water washes over you, and you finally come to your senses. it really is felix, and he really is betraying you.

your gaze slides down to your previously dropped gun, and as if reading your mind, he lifts his gun again towards you, “i don’t think so, darling.”

what once was a nickname that made you smile giddily, now makes your body tingle in a new feeling of discomfort.

“what is this, a lesson in not trusting people? god, spare me the act,” your words leak with newfound hatred, glaring at him as if looks could kill. “just get it over with and say you never loved me.”

your brain yells at you to not be so hostile, to start begging for your life, but you’re stubborn.

just how he taught you.

your comment takes him by surprise, the grip on his gun faltering slightly. he quickly recovers, tightening his grip and aiming it at you with a new sense of justification. “don’t make me kill you.”

you let out a scoff, “what, going to shoot me? go on, do it.”

after a moment of silence between you both, and still no sound of a trigger, your eyes narrow at him, “don’t have the balls to do it? you don’t need me to call locus over, do you?”

he lets out a low growl, but still makes no move to pull the trigger. letting out a sigh, you lean back on your heels. if you were going to die now, you’d at least like one of your questions answered.

“what was going through your head when i told you i loved you?” you try to sound like you don’t care, like him betraying you didn’t feel like a fucking train wreck, but you can’t help the unsteadiness in your voice.

“that i wish you never had trusted me.”

you see his finger twitch on the trigger, and you look up to the sky.

as much as you hated the feds, they had a pretty damn good view.

#rvb felix #rvb felix x reader #felix x reader #red vs blue #rvb #rvb x reader #red vs blue x reader #x reader #rvb locus #rvb tucker #rvb grif

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marie-swriting · 9 months

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It's Not Fair - Steve Rogers

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Summary : Steve doesn't understand why you're crying over the death of a certain Jack.

Warnings : pregnancy, mention of the ending of Titanic, fluff, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 881

French version

You turn off the TV while big tears are running down your cheeks. You don’t even try to wipe them as you put the empty bowl of popcorn on the small table in front of you. Meanwhile your breaths are jerky, you stroke your five months pregnant belly, hoping it’ll help you calm down. Steve appears in the living room and runs to you, hearing your sobs. He takes you in arms and tries to calm you down in vain.

“Y/N, what’s wrong ?” he asks, worried.

“It’s not fair, Steve.” you mutter with trembling lips. “He didn’t deserve to die.”

“Who’s dead ?”

“Jack !” you scream as if it was obvious. “He should’ve lived. He should have had a long and happy life with Rose. They deserved to be happy together. They loved each other. Why weren’t they more cautious with this damn iceberg ? Everything could have been avoided. Besides, there was enough room on this fucking door.”

Steve doesn’t react to your swear words, too preoccupied by your emotional state. Ignoring what to say, he strokes your back.

He doesn’t know who Jack and Rose are but he guesses they’re closed ones considerent how devastated you are. You keep sobbing in his arms for another ten minutes until the arrival of Sam and Bucky interrupts you.

“Wow, what’s going on here ?”

To answer Sam’s question, Steve shrugs to show he’s just as confused. Hearing your friends’ voices, you break from your husband. You apologise, telling them you need to get some tissues, leaving the three men alone.

“What was that ?” Bucky questions, lost.

“I think one of her friends died. Some Jack.”

“Do you know him ?”

“No.” Steve answers Sam. “Maybe they were childhood friends ?” he presumes, trying to make sense out of your words. “Anyway, he’s dead because of some iceberg and he left behind his partner named Rose. She also said something about ‘enough room on the door’.”

“What ?” Bucky asks, more confused.

Understanding the reasons behind your cries, Sam can’t help but laugh. The two supersoldiers look at him, shocked to see Sam making fun of someone’s death. Sam keeps chuckling for several minutes. Once he’s calmer, Sam amicably pats Steve’s shoulder.

“He’s not her friend, Steve.” he assures him with a smile.

“What, you know this Jack ?”

“I can’t believe I forgot to tell you to watch it. Jack, Jack Dawson, it’s from the movie Titanic.” Sam informs.

“Why does it sound familiar ?” Bucky enquiries, searching through his memories.

“Isn’t it the ship that sank in 1912 ? My ma talked about it to me once.” Steve tells his childhood friend.

“Oh, yes, that’s the one !”

“Anyway,” Sam cuts them off, “they made a movie about this tragedy in 1997 and there’s a love story between Jack and Rose. Jack dies at the end while Rose lives her life like Jack asked her to. And judging by the popcorn on the table, I’d say Y/N just finished watching it.” he explains, showing the bowl.

“Wait, she’s crying because of a movie ?” Steve questions.

“Hormones.” Bucky scoffs.

“This movie destroys everyone.” Sam retorts to him, almost outraged. “You would be bawling too, despite being the grumpy old man who hates life that you are.”

“I’m not sure of it.”

Bucky and Sam start a debate while Steve walks away from his friends to look for you in your bedroom. Opening the door, he sees you sitting on your bed, a tissue in hand. He comes next to you and puts his arms around your shoulder.

“How are you ?” he asks with a soft voice.

“I’ll get over it like everytime I watch the movie.” you state, sniffing. “I just realised you probably don’t even know what I’m talking about.”

“Sam explained everything. But I’m not gonna lie, I was worried. I really thought you lost a friend.” Steve informs, making you giggle.

“Sorry, I was just sad about the end and with the hormones, I think it only got worse.”

“As long as no one is dead.” Steve affirms lightly and you turn to him, offended.

“Jack is dead, Steve ! Fictional or not, his death is serious.”

“Sorry.” he apologises, trying not to laugh. “When our beautiful baby will be here,” Steve starts, touching your belly, “we’ll watch the movie. However, Sam and Bucky are most likely to stick their nose in, ‘cause Sam thinks Bucky will cry and Bucky doesn’t think he will.”

“They really are children.” you chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“It’s like training for us.”

Steve presses his lips and you kiss for a moment until Sam and Bucky barge in loudly, asking you for an answer to their discord. Steve rolls their eyes at them while you giggle at their antics.

Five months later, while your baby is asleep, Steve, Sam, Bucky and you organise a special Titanic night. Even without your pregnancy hormones, you cry when the Titanic hits the iceberg while Steve and Sam start sobbing when Rose is in the lifeboat before jumping to find Jack. As for Bucky, he stays silent during the whole movie, but when you turn on the light, you can see his red eyes and his wet cheeks. Sam holds his hand out to Bucky and with annoyance, he gives him a twenty dollar bill.

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little-spoiled-brat · 2 years

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Hello, maxene! i really love your writing and prompts! For your 2k event, I’d like to request 18 and 19 both from the angst prompt soulmate au if it’s alright with you? Your angst really hurts me real goodd it so beautiful 😭 i hope you have a good day ahead!

WRITING PROMPT # 15:

"don't you dare close your eyes."

"please, come back."

pairing: levi x reader

tw/cw: soulmate au, modern au, mentions of blood, major character death, pure angst

author's note: the last few weeks was... hectic. but hey i'm alive and back with some heart clenching angst. i actually kinda forgot how to write😅

- turned ashes -

once someone turns eighteen, they are given a necklace and a ring that has a colored diamond - necklace for the girls and a ring for the boys. everyone has a specific shade of diamond that they only share with their soulmate, the diamond will remain until your soulmate is alive and the diamond will turn to ashes when your soulmate dies.

you found levi a little over a few months after you turned eighteen. you caught a glimpse of the color of the diamond on his ring when you went to the coffee shop near your house.

levi was as surprised as you were when he saw the color of the diamond on your necklace being the exact same shade as the diamond on his ring. a beautiful shade of grey-blue, to which you figured out that it was the color of his eyes.

the two of you clicked almost immediately, what started as a small friendship turned into a relationship that turned into undying love - or so you thought.

you are now married to levi for little over two years, the both of you moved in together and everything else was history from then on.

however, for the past few months, you and levi have been arguing over the smallest of things. no matter how small the problem is, the two of you would end up yelling at each other at the top of your lungs.

"i don't understand you anymore, y/n! you ignore me for a whole day and then you start yelling at me!" levi yelled at you and your jaw tensed, your hands balling into fists on your sides.

"that's because you don't bother to listen to what i have to say! i start talking to you calmly then you snap at me the second i do!" you yelled back, unable to hold yourself back from raising your voice at your husband.

levi ran a hand through his hair frustratingly, turning away from you as he took a deep breath.

"i knew i made a mistake of marrying you. you may be my soulmate but i would rather marry someone who is not my soulmate than deal with you" levi muttered under his breath but you heard it. you released a small gasp, tears starting to brim your eyes as you looked at the floor.

"well, i-i'm sorry that i was your soulmate, levi" you said, the first tear falling down your cheek as you took off your necklace. levi turned around upon hearing the words come out of your mouth as his eyes widened.

"i need some air" you whispered, slamming your necklace down on the coffee table. you quickly grabbed your car keys, leaving through the front door as levi tried to run after you.

"shit. y/n, wait. i didn't mean-" levi started but you slammed the door on his face. you got in your car, starting the engine and driving out of the driveway.

you didn't know where you would go, nor did you care where you would end up. you just wanted to be alone for a few hours.

tears fell down your cheeks as you drove around town, your hands gripping the steering wheel and asking what went wrong - what you did wrong.

your vision was blurred from your tears, unable to see the drunk driver that was driving full speed into you from the opposite lane. you reacted a split second too late and everything went black.

meanwhile, levi was pacing in the living room of your shared house, your necklace that you left behind was clutched tightly in his hand. he cursed at himself for the things he said, for hurting you when he vowed that he would protect and love you until the end of this life and the next.

"you idiot. how dare you even think of that? y/n is the best thing that ever happened to you and you fucked it up like you fuck up everything else in your life" levi growled at himself, rubbing his face frustratingly. he sat down on the couch, holding his face in his hands and debated on whether he should go out and find you or give you some space.

something told levi that he should go out and find you but before he could even grab his car keys, the diamond on both your necklace and his ring suddenly started turning to ashes.

"no. no, no, no" levi said, running out of the house and getting into his car. worry filled his chest as he drove around town, he slipped your necklace around his neck and turned at every corner possible in attempt to find you.

"please be okay. fuck, anything but that" levi muttered to himself, turning to another street but finding no traces of you. his mind showed him every scenario possible and every single scenario he thought of, you were hurt.

he glanced at the diamond on his ring, anxiously watching it turn into ashes with every passing moment. he held his breath, reaching an intersection when red and blue lights made his heart stop beating in his chest.

"no, no, no. y/n, no!" levi said, his voice getting louder as he abruptly stopped his car upon seeing your car smashed into bits on the side of the road.

tears filled his eyes as he got out his car, pushing through the crowd of people around the accident. he clutched the diamond of your necklace in his hand, his entire body trembling from fear of the worst.

he felt his heart drop to his stomach when he saw you on the floor, badly bleeding and getting tended to by the paramedics. his ears were ringing as he jumped over the police barricade and ran to you.

you felt your head getting rested on someone's lap. you struggled to open your eyes, feeling yourself getting weaker with every second that passes. but somehow, you recognized the presence next to you - the presence of someone that you called home.

"brat? y/n, do you hear me?" levi asked, lightly tapping your cheek as you slowly opened your eyes. the paramedics continued to tend to your wounds but the drunk driver ran into you at a very fast pace that you were surprised you survived the impact.

"l-levi?" you choked out, seeing the faint outline of your lover hovering over you. levi cupped your cheek, careful to not accidentally move the oxygen mask that the paramedics put on you.

"i'm here. keep your eyes on me, you're gonna be okay" levi said, a tear falling down his cheek. he glanced at the diamond on his ring, seeing most of it had already turned into ashes. he held you tightly against him, resting his forehead against yours.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean what i said. you're the only one i want, i don't want anyone else so please, stay with me" levi begged, holding you against him as if you were going to slip away from him if he let you go.

you looked at the diamond of your necklace that was around his neck, smiling sadly when upon seeing that most of it had already turned into ashes.

"i-i'm sorry if i was y-your soulmate, i-i didn't choose for that to happen but..." you started, fisting his shirt in your hand as much as you could.

"b-but, i'm happy that y-you were my soulmate" you added, levi's heart clenched painfully in his chest upon hearing what you said. he pulled away, looking down at you.

"you have nothing to be sorry for, y/n. i'm so damn thankful that you're my soulmate. so please, don't leave me" levi said, you smiled sadly at him and gingerly wiped away the tears that stained his cheeks.

you looked at the diamond on your necklace again before turning back to levi. you cupped his cheek as he leaned into your touch, he kissed your palm and held your hand tightly.

"i'm sorry" you whispered, your eyes starting to close. levi shook you a bit, in attempt to keep you awake but no matter how much he tried, your eyes continued to close. he looked at the diamond on his ring, it was pretty much gone.

"no. don't you dare close your eyes" levi said, holding onto you tighter. you caressed his cheek with your thumb one last time, smiling at him.

"i love you" you whispered, going limp in levi's arms as the diamond on your necklace and his ring completely turned into ashes. his eyes widened, shaking you even more to wake you up.

"y/n! y/n, no. don't do this to me. come on, wake up" levi pleaded, cupping your cheek as tears cascaded down his face but he was too late.

"please, come back! i love you, please! come back" levi screamed in agony, holding your body against him as he begged with everything - at anything to bring you back to him.

but it was too late, the diamonds had already turned into ashes. you were gone.

#levi angst #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #aot angst #aot x y/n #aot x reader #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk x reader #snk x y/n #snk angst

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jokerislandgirl32 · 8 months

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Malfunction AU?

Zach Varmitech tampers with Aviva’s Creature Power Disks and Creature Power Suits, resulting in an unthinkable tragedy.

So this is a new fic idea I’ve been working on. It’s an angst driven Ziolet fic, no surprise, right? But in this Au/fic, Zach’s life is ripped apart after he tampers with Aviva’s technology, severing his connection with Violet and their daughters Varina and Vera. See the snippet below! Please note mentions of harm, depression, angst, and scarring.

I hope you all enjoy, feel free to let me know what you think and/or ask questions about the Au!

“Vari!” My little sister Vera yelled, running to me with a small box in her hand, her small mouth was still covered in the green icing from the Tortuga shaped birthday cake Jimmy Z made for me, “you forgot one present!”

I smiled at her, taking it out of her hand, guessing it was one she’d made for me, maybe it was another friendship bracelet. Aviva, Koki, and her made them together all the time.

She eagerly bounced beside me, her green eyes shining and her dark brown curls bobbing with each little leap, “go on and open it!”

“Why are you so excited for me to open it, what did you make me?” I asked pulling off the red ribbon and ripping the black paper to find a simple blue jewelry box.

“I didn’t make it, daddy sent it…” Vera explained, smiling, and all at once everyone went quiet.

“Daddy sent me a gift?” I asked looking at the Wild Kratts, Amy, Paige, Nathaniel, and Todd for support.

“The wrapping paper has Zach’s colors…” Martin noted, coming to stand beside me and putting his hand on my shoulder, “why don’t you see what’s inside Vari?”

“But daddy’s bad right, what if it’s something bad?” I whispered, I felt like crying, I loved my dad, but ever since IT happened…ever since dad had his break down and couldn’t take care of us…ever since mom had…well, ever since IT had happened I was scared of him.

Aviva came to my other side and looked at Martin and the rest of the team before she wrapped her arm around me, “Varina, your daddy wouldn’t ever hurt you or Vera.”

I started crying, “But…but he hurt mommy!”

“He didn’t mean to hurt her!” Vera interjected, crying herself, she didn’t remember much about mom or dad, but she always defended dad.

Aviva agreed with Vera, “Vera’s right, it was a terrible accident, you’re mommy even admitted it before…”

“I don’t wanna think about it,” I sniffed, throwing the box to the ground in anger. The lid popped off to reveal none other than my mother’s butterfly necklace.

“Mommy’s necklace…” Vera and I breathed in unison, locking eyes.

VvvvvvVvvvvvV

I checked the monitors to ensure everything was stable with Violet’s health. For the past three years I’d rarely left my headquarters for longer than a few hours, rarely left this room for longer than it took me to sleep, eat, etc. Most of the time I’d ended up crawling into this bed and falling asleep beside her.

For the past three years I’d hated myself for what I’d done to her and our girls…I’d ruined all of our lives just because I was trying to outdo the Wild Rats.

Today was our Vari’s tenth birthday, but I still couldn’t bring myself to face the girls, I didn’t trust myself around them after what had happened to Violet. I couldn’t hurt my beautiful daughters like I’d hurt my perfect wife…Instead of going to her birthday party, I’d sent Violet’s necklace to her. After three years, and no signs of improvement, I figured Violet didn’t really need it anymore.

I curled up beside Violet on the bed and wrapped my arm around her, I’d hired nurses to care for her and Zachbots and myself also tended her, so she still looked as healthy, beautiful, and youthful as ever. If I didn’t know she was in a coma I’d have thought she was sleeping.

“Varina’s ten today, Vi…she’s so beautiful, she looks just like you, minus the dark hair and pale skin of course…Vera’s 6 now…she keeps sending me friendship bracelets she makes with the Wild Rats, that kind of reminds me of someone else I know…hehe” I stroked her perfect face as I spoke to her.

“I wish you were here…I gave Vari your necklace because…I don’t know if you’re ever gonna wake up…I hope you’re not mad, I hope she’ll love it…”

I buried my face into the crook of her scarred neck as a wave of sobs overtook me, “I’m so sorry Vi, I’m so sorry for doing this to you, and our girls…”

“Za-zachhh…”

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winged-fool · 2 years

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I’d like to ask for the summary of the very last episode of RNM. I feel very conflicted about it ending. I’ll miss a lot of things, including you live-blogging. I would also like to take the time to say I love your fics. ❤️

Hello my friends! To the first anon, thank you so much! I also have conflicting feelings about it ending, it's been a long journey! I too will miss live blogging and seeing everyone else's reactions and commentary, the comraderie has been one of my favorite things in this fandom (after I blocked everyone lmfao). I do hope to start writing again soon! Thank you 💙

To the second anon, I am happy to be of service to warn others off on whether or not to endure this nonsense. The full summary will be below the cut, but honestly if I had to give a quick answer to your question rn, there were infuriating things about it of course because it wouldn't be RNM without it but not the WORST thing ever?

As always, summary below!

Okay so the whole thing with Clyde honestly ended REAL quick, within the first 25 minutes of the ep lol basically he kidnapped Rosa, took her to Shevani to get her blood taken out because it contained important protein(? maybe??) that would be useful for reviving Shevani's daughter except joke's on her! He actually needed the blood to make a serum that would fix one of the broken pieces of the galactic map.

Meanwhile, Liz called Allie Myers to come to town to help her with the science since her memory has been deteriorating from the alien mist/drug. It was really fun to see her, Liz, and Kyle do some science stuff together to figure out how to stop Clyde. Which they did by making a serum that would put the mark of Ophicus back on him and when he went into the portal he got stuck and then disintegrated, good bye Clyde~!

After that, I forgot who but someone was like well what do we do now? And Michael's like, I've got an idea! Let's have a wedding! They literally only mention Alex dying once and it was in the beginning when someone was like Kyle took Alex back to Deep Sky to figure out what's wrong with him and then I guess he's better now??? Idek

This was the WORST part of the ep, but for some godforsaken reason Alex and Maria have a heart-to-heart right before the wedding. He was like aw Greg can't come but I'm glad I get to have one family member in you being here to support me and then to add insult to injury, they had her walk him down the aisle because the writers want us to connect malex and maria together forever and ever I guess. Sanders shows up and gives Michael a lovely encouraging speech before the wedding and gives him something of Nora's as his something old for the wedding, it was very sweet and touching

It cuts to the Pony where Michael gives a little cheesy speech and then starts singing Edwin McCain's I'll Be and it's a montage of the wedding. Michael and Alex look so happy and lovely it's honestly so wonderful, it made me teary-eyed. Alex decides to take Michael's last name "Alex Guerin" because he's never felt like a Manes man anyway and it was just PERFECT

When Tezca was dying at the end of last ep, she shared a memory with Isobel who then shares it with Max which basically says that Oasis is dying and as the savior he is the only one who can save the planet. So he and Liz sort of break up (except not really because 10 minutes max later they sort of get engaged as a promise I'll come back for you) because for some reason he's the only one that can go. Like Isobel and Michael don't even volunteer to help him lol Dallas decides to go too so it ends with them going into the portal to Oasis.

As for malex, their story ends with them driving out of Roswell in the truck that has Just Married on the back window and the traditional wedding stuff tied to the back. I'm sure they're just going on their honeymoon but I like to think they were just leaving and washing their hands of Roswell entirely haha

As for Kybel, they didn't really have much going on in the ep unfortunately. Their story ending with them cuddling under a blanket together and Kyle asking if he can do anything for her (I think because Max was leaving) and she was like no this is perfect. It was nice :)

And that's it! We are officially done with Roswell forever and it's a strange feeling. This show made me angry in so many ways but it's still strange to say goodbye to a show I've been watching since 2019.

#my asks #anon ask #rnm s4 #rnm spoilers #my shitty rnm recaps

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mattzerella-sticks · 1 year

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my special day (ao3)

Dean never liked his birthdays. For a day that was supposed to be about him, it never was. Until one person decides to do exactly that.

I never liked my birthday. Worse, I didn’t have a good reason not to.

Sure, January wasn’t the best month out of the twelve. But that never bothered me. Nothing traumatic had ever happened to me on my birthday that made it different from any other; my life was a Frankenstein of bad days that somehow wouldn’t quit. Nobody ever forgot my birthday, either.

On the contrary, everyone seemed to remember it. Which was why I hated my birthday. For no reason other than I was born, every eye would turn towards me, and the intensity of their focus made me wither like some flower left defenseless against the harsh, unyielding sun. Birthdays took on a life of their own. They became less about you, and more about the people around you.

Dad would try and do something for my birthday if he was in town. When he wasn’t, it’d always be the day after he came back. He’d pick some odd activity he scraped enough money together for and take me and Sam, because it couldn’t just be me, and then we’d pile into Baby and drive off while every five seconds he’d try to catch my eyes in the rearview to make sure I was enjoying myself. Dad wanted to see me smile. He needed to know he had done a good job, that he was able to cram good parenting into one day. Dad wanted me to have good memories on my birthday. Which was the problem, really. It was only a single day. How was I supposed to smile knowing tomorrow I’ll probably wake up to a scribbled note and a wad of cash, hamstrung by loose rubber bands, on the nightstand? I was a hostage to his whims, and the ransom was recognition that he could pretend to be normal when the situation demanded it. Sometimes I wanted to cry, to throw a tantrum, to go blue in the face from holding my breath so long I faded into the darkness and didn’t wake up until the twenty-fifth.

I wasn’t that brave. I always managed to force any type of smile onto my face, whenever he looked my way. It was easier that way. Besides, he was the least of my worries. There were the kids in school, who couldn’t understand why I never handed out swag bags of candy wrapped in see-through cellophane and tied with the kind of ribbon you have to curl using scissors, and invitations to a party at the most popular cash vacuum in town for every kid in class, because you had to invite everyone otherwise the teacher took you aside and asked ‘did you forget to give Dean his card?’ Then, as we get older, the assumptions changed. Word gets out about your birthday and people ask if your parents are going away, can you host a party, do you want me to host it I think my parents are visiting family out of town that weekend, are you getting a car, you look old enough can you buy booze, can you get a fake ID – always asking what you could do for them, for permission to celebrate themselves in the guise of doing it for you. We keep getting older, and I learned to adapt. I tried to steal as much for myself during my birthdays while the people went about their selfish whims. I’d casually mention it was my birthday at bars and the drinks start coming to me. People were less angry when you take their paycheck on an unlikely hand when you say you’ve had birthday luck on your side. They promised that the sex would always be special, despite dressing me down in bathrooms or truck beds or behind dumpsters like I’ve had many times before. That helped me survive my birthday in my twenties, but it was unsustainable. Duct tape over a bullet hole.

I had a crazy idea that maybe, if I stopped going out, I’d be able to kill my birthday once and for all. It could’ve worked, but there was always Sam. He meant well. Cupcakes. Diners. Roadside attractions. Things he researched between cases he thought that I’d like that I had to pretend to because he was exactly like dad even though he’d never admit it. I would have liked them more, for real, had we done them any other day. On my birthday, I just went through the motions.

But it’s not like Sam knew about my feelings towards my birthday. Nobody knew. I didn’t need to deal with everyone’s concern, their judgments about why I would hate my birthday and who was to blame. Any declaration I made against my birthday would be seen as a challenge and make the ordeal ten times worse than it already was and already had been. I swallowed my truth with a too-big bite of pie and some Southern Comfort and played the part of the beaming birthday boy with practiced ease. Until Cas.

I didn’t mean to tell him. I should be used to it by now, staring at him, thinking of what I wanted to say and then saying nothing of the sort. I had to mess up at some point.

He asked me if I was excited about my birthday coming up. Birthdays are exciting for you, aren’t they? Cas hadn’t meant me. That ‘you’ was a wide net cast across the planet. Maybe I was disarmed because of how he asked it, with a flash of teeth which had become a more common sight these days and the crinkle around his eyes that made me forget the power thrumming beneath the surface of his body. Perhaps I’d been on edge the past few days as I counted down to my birthday, the date riding up on me like a tight pair of shorts. Or, most likely, I was tired. I hadn’t withdrawn to my bedroom yet, lingering in the kitchen nursing a lone bottle of El Sol, all that was left since I put off running to the market. I fought sleep, knowing that the longer I denied unconsciousness the farther my birthday would stay. Cas found me with my knuckles denting my cheek and my eyes fluttering every few seconds. I needed rest. Cas was as good as that, maybe more. Which was why I set my head down and rumbled out, Maybe for other people. Not for me. Of course I had to explain myself after that. Fucker skewed his head to the side and asked me what I meant. I’d already started. Might as well finish digging my grave. Cas stayed silent once I hit the necessary six feet, undoubtedly taking this new information and comparing it with all the other generalities he’d learned over the millennia. When he did speak, it was to ask me a question I’d never heard in my life. What do you want for your birthday?

What did I want? I hadn’t thought of it, let myself the luxury of considering my own wants. Especially on such a day. I watched Cas tease the seam of his mouth with his tongue, and suddenly I could picture exactly what I wanted. That wasn’t what I ended up telling Cas. I want it to not be my birthday, I said. I want to wake up like nobody had been born, especially me. I want tomorrow to be like any other day, where I can just do my own thing, by myself. Again, Cas considered my words. He dedicated more time to it than I did, the El Sol in my hands nothing more than an empty glass by now, making the fog that flooded my mind denser. The brand was weak, but given my state it was like drinking whiskey straight. I was half asleep when Cas responded. He startled me. Go to sleep. I didn’t fight him.

Not a second passed between when I closed my eyes and opened them in the morning. I glanced at my bedside clock. It was too damn early, but I was up. I couldn’t linger there and tempt Sam to make me breakfast in bed. Instead I dragged myself out of my covers and went about getting ready for the day. It was like pushing a boulder up a hill. I got it to the top of that damned hill in the end.

Except, as I entered the kitchen, I noticed it was empty. I went to the library. Nothing. The main room. No one. After checking a few more rooms, I made a beeline to Sam’s and knocked on the door. Formalities. I barged in without waiting for a response. Everything from his bed to his closet to even his personal toilet looked sterile.

I raced out of his room and towards the exit, keys burning a hole in my fist. My phone was out, thumb rapidly dialing Sam’s number, when Cas met me halfway on the stairs with bags in his hands. He wouldn’t budge. Cas, Sam’s missing. Cas frowned. He’s not missing, I sent him away. You sent him away? Why? So he wouldn’t celebrate your birthday, Cas explained.

By then, I’d pocketed my phone. I glanced at the bags Cas carried and noticed they were packed to the brim. I went to the grocery store, so you didn’t have to. He guided me to the nearest table and set the bags down atop it. Cas reached inside and grabbed a six-pack, ripping one free from the cardboard for me. It was Margiekugel. I don’t understand.

What’s there to understand? Cas blinked at me, owlishly, as if waiting for me to look away for him to spin his head in a full circle and signal my brother, wherever he was hiding. Because he couldn’t be gone. It couldn’t be that simple. You said you wanted to spend your birthday by yourself. Which was true, in the moment. When I told Cas that. So you kicked Sam out for me? I gently suggested that maybe his energies would be better spent elsewhere.

Cas reclaimed the bags. It sounded like there was a lot of weight to them, with how they slammed into the table. He carried them as if they were stacked with cardboard silhouettes of groceries. I followed him into the kitchen. And you got me groceries, too? Cas shrugged. You said you wanted to be by yourself. Going into town might defeat that purpose. Except, I drawled, leaning against the fridge, peeling the label off my half-drunken beer bottle while Cas replaced the bags on the counter, I’m not by myself. Cas grunted.

I watched him work with keen interest. I could help, but I was curious. I wasn’t sure if he knew where everything went. It’s not like he ever needed to eat. I expected him to pick an item from the bag, stare at it, squint as if he could smite it into the correct pantry, then ultimately surrender and turn to me. He never did. And, more surprisingly, he had gotten every purchase into their respective places. Cas finished by returning our reusable bags to the cabinet underneath our sink, then stood with another grunt. I’ll be on my way now. Cas passed me, not bothering to even peek in my direction, as though he assumed I wanted that. If he had, I’m sure he’d have noticed my pout. You’re leaving? You said you wanted to spend your birthday by yourself. Cas finally turned his blue gaze onto me, a little furrow creasing the ridge of his brow. I’m fulfilling your birthday wish. I scoffed, Yeah… well…

It was my turn to surprise Cas, by taking his hand in mine. His lips pinched as if he were tasting a flavor he’d never tried before. Mine tingled with the sensation of one I hadn’t tasted in years. Maybe I don’t want to spend it all alone, now that I know I can. That was the best I could offer. All my confidence went to my hands. Cas didn’t need more than that anyway. If that’s what you want?

I thought about it. I thought of making breakfast, teaching Cas how to cook scrambled eggs. Of cocooning ourselves in my parlor as we binge a marathon of whatever happened to be on until my stomach roared with hunger. Then, after lunch, bringing Cas into the garage so he could fiddle with the portable stereo I left there while I mess around in Baby’s guts. There wasn’t any denying this. It’s exactly what I want, I told him. He nodded and squeezed my hand.

I still hated my birthday. But Cas helped me hate it less.

#dean winchester birthday #dean winchester #spn fanfic #spn #destiel #castiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic

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jerek · 1 year

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good lord this one's a beast. heimdall oc/canon 3

Nothing had come of the incident with the raven. Except that Heimdall didn’t sleep so easy. He’d thought he had sharp ears before, but now… now, he could hear a sparrow’s wing-beats in Midgard.

One question he’d been asked a few nights ago was still rattling around inside of him: do you read memories?

He didn’t think he could. The closest he came was piecing together what happened to someone based on who they were now: he’d never outright seen an event in someone’s past. Of course, she who’d asked this question was so nondescript as to render the answer irrelevant.

He fancied the idea of reaching further with his foresight, though. Beyond momentary attacks. Beyond intent or strategy, even. The All-Father had him there, he would admit.

No, he was not particularly upset that he didn’t know where Midha came from. If anything, he wondered where she was headed. A solid plan was out of the question. If any decision was made, it would be made for her.

Their latest meeting was at the far cliff, far from the Lodge. On a low outcrop, half-shrouded in mist, one could make out a silhouette.

“You,” he said, “are going to get yourself killed.” He offered a hand, which Midha watched for a moment before taking. “I hope you’re ready for that.”

She stood. She felt even lighter than the boy… hell, she looked lighter than the boy, with all the advantage of height she had.

He sighed. “Am I talking to myself? Exactly what are you doing in broad daylight– where the All-Father can see?”

“Has he seen me yet?”

Heimdall snickered. “You’re funny. Almost as funny in the tongue as you are in the skull.” He walked in a slow circle around Midha, once again taking stock. Wasn’t too often he got to compare Aesir with mortals… and visually, when she was standing still, there was nothing to suggest she couldn’t be immortal.

He liked being behind people. Just off to their side. From that position, he put a hand on her back and looked out into the sea of clouds.

And once again, he had to break the silence. He gave her a little smack on the tailbone: “Lighten up a little!” He paused and added, “No offense.”

For a second, it looked like she might truly be offended by that. And then she smiled.

It was better than being a God. He grit his teeth inside a closed mouth. She asked him: “I guess I’m alright, then?”

“Odin hasn’t mentioned you, no. He’s forgiven mischief far worse… but I’m his most reliable. The worst I’ve ever done is see his ideas through after he forgot he came up with them.”

She made a little noise of acknowledgement. She was… quite unbothered, and it didn’t make sense. No reaction, no anger– he barely knew when she was confused, and only because she wasn’t the type to pretend she wasn’t.

“How come,” he asked now, “you know so many specifics about me, and I only know the broad strokes about you?” He turned to face her, and squared her shoulders to make her face him. “Don’t you think I’d like to hear specifics?”

“I don’t know that you’d believe me.”

There was that cold again. “Judging is my job.” He let his own offense roll over him, almost tickle him, and he let out a single breath’s worth of laughter. “In Asgard, everyone has a role. Your role is to appear to me, to nobody else, and to tell me all the things you won’t tell anyone else! Now…”

He put a thumb to the padding of her lower lip. “Use this mouth of yours. Start with… I don’t know. What’s the last thing you killed?”

She sank deep into thought. Possibilities flashed in her eyes: spectacular tales, all of them recollections of real events. “I’m waiting,” he reminded her.

“A manifestation of N’zoth.”

“Ah. And what would N’zoth be?”

Again, she was thinking of how to explain it. Eventually, though, she settled on this: “One of the first gods on Azeroth. It was… corruption embodied. Parts of it would manifest, and I was sent to cut them down.”

“So she’s a mercenary.” He curled his finger and thumb under her chin. “A living weapon.”

“I’m the part of my employer that does what the rest of him can’t.”

“Who’s the employer?”

She blinked at him. He could tell she was pondering whether or not to tell him. The walls of Asgard repeated around the secret. Don’t tell him, he could–

“Wrathion.”

Heimdall grinned. “Who?”

“Wrathion. A dragon in human form. There isn’t enough time in the day for him to do all the things he needs to do.”

He stroked his own chin, too. He’d have to take better care of his stubble. “It’s a shame you have no will of your own. Poor, boring little wallflower. All the freedom you’ve felt and you waste it living other people’s lives for them.”

Whatever they ate back there, she still had a stash. He could smell it on her breath as he leaned in. Almost like apples… but not quite.

“What is it like? Back on Azeroth?”

Midha watched the cloud-sea ripple. She recalled aloud… “People die as fast as they’re born. They’re born as fast as they die. Every culture is built on the assumption that half or more of us are willing to fight for our living, and so… it enforces itself.”

“That doesn’t sound too unfamiliar,” he said.

“I guess not.”

He tilted his head. “You’re a random, mortal woman. You are… far beyond the reach of any eye or ear of your homeland. And you’re still thinking of doing someone else’s bidding. Why? Why not run away for good?”

A bird chirped somewhere in the distance. All the reasons were swimming around in her head again.

“You know: if you don’t answer me, I might…” He looked at his hand, and watched his fingers walk back up to her lip. “I might just reach in and get those answers myself.”

“To prove not everyone ends up like me.”

Heimdall blinked. “Very noble. It must be awful there, then, but I suppose someone has to get their hands dirty.” He almost turned away then and there: leave her with her thoughts, he surmised, so she might be as hungry for his voice as…

“But you could have been a little more descriptive.” His hand clenched around the sides of her mouth. Her lips splayed in a fishlike pout.

He lunged forward and thumped her head on the stone behind them. He shut his eyes to her, holding her wrists, even as they slid up and down on the rock. Fight, he urged her. Kick like a rabbit.

His mouth ached with how she pressed her teeth. He only let up enough to ask, still halfway down her throat: “What’s that on your breath?”

Some type of fruit, definitely. Rich and dark and dry, but sober. Mortal. Mortal women, at least this one, were decadent: like the cream the cat got.

He wedged his hand between their two faces and pinched her nose. His shoulder pinned her other arm. Their strange dance spun the both of them almost all the way around. It was difficult to dodge like this, when the object was to remain in physical contact, but they ended up roughly where they were before, her skull to the rock, his elbow jabbed into her own, their opposite hands holding above their heads.

She tried to speak. She couldn’t, of course. But somewhere in that muffled, strangled sound, one she had to repeat twice for him to get it, there were two syllables. Heimdall.

His laugh was almost involuntary. He let her breathe: he pulled out and furrowed his eyebrows at the spit-bridge between them.

“It would be so easy.” He wiped his mouth. “Tell Odin myself. Better yet, summon the armies of Asgard down on whatever rift you crawled out of. After all, Midha, I am the watchman. I… am the…”

Heimdall brought his hand to his cheek. There was a tremor in his hand. His cheek was burning. Down his chest, his heart was backflipping, and his gut was twisting. He could read his own intentions too, see himself for what he was.

“Watchman,” he concluded. He stared at her for a long while, but really he was looking backward. Inward. What for, he didn’t know, because whatever it was: he couldn’t find it. Eventually, he had to live in the moment again, and when he focused on her it was as if he’d never seen her before in his life.

Regardless, he crossed his arms and rested his forehead on hers. “Think I should quit while I’m ahead?”

No answer. No thoughts to read. She might as well be his right hand.

He sighed. “You really don’t care whether you live or die, do you?” With a little too much of a shove, he turned away and began to climb back up. “If you don’t hear from me, you’ll hear from the All-Father.”

He had to tell him. Today. Before he found a reason to put it off.

#gow heimdall #midfic

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 2 years

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 01x08

Bugs

“I feel like they could have monetized this differently instead of being social outcasts.”

Reminded Spouse of HunterCorps! SalmonDean

“This is the Native American land disturbance one, right? I remember this one.”

“I love how they show how there’s bugs there by showing a can of bug spray.”

“As if there isn’t a whole ass crew of people - there’s just these 2 dudes.”

“It’s ok - he’s just going to be bones. Not quite. Still dead though. Nice”

“HELP COME HERE NOW. But the guy is in his car saying he’ll be right there.”

Look at that stupid face with that stupid smile

“It was JACKED yo”

“Isn’t that the first time that Sam mentions their childhood was fucked and Dean brushed it off. Does it take longer for Dean to accept it?”

I think Dean knows they had a shitty childhood but what is he going to do about it right now? It’s easier for early seasons Dean just to ignore shit.

“This looks like the same housing complex they fucked up in Tokyo Drift”

“I 100% agree with that but idk if I’d want to blow my brains out.”

“Think of all the HOA fees”

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Forgot about that shit. That’s sooooo bad.” Then laughed

“Did the guy look embarrassed? Way to assume everything. How white of you.” “Oh my god.”

“Who is that kid again? Oh yeah. Letterkenny. I remember you talked about it.”

“I’m going to assume you’re gay then going to punish my child now.”

“Bow hunting is pretty awesome though. Idk about killing animals but shooting things is fun.”

“Oh I gotta good song for this. You can link it once I find it.”

“I don’t quite understand insect people.”

“Oh that’s fake as shit. I’d be screaming because the FX are so bad.”

“It got the salesman first.”

“Let’s just walk over all the blood that hasn’t completed dried yet. Let’s move all the evidence. That’s fine.”

“Drive on the curb; no big deal”

🎶gonna go smoke weed in the woods🎶

“He’s playing with sticks in the woods.”

“Walking in the woods”

Laughed “how does that make any sense? If they were serial killers, would they actually say yes?”

“I feel like Larry also has a lot of money invested in this project, too.”

“College? Fuck College. You’ll be 18; you can do whatever you want.”

“Sam is part of the problem telling everyone to go to college; what a shitter”

“In a different time, the letterkenny kid would have made a better Sam. They look similar enough”

Told Spouse that Misha auditioned to play Dean

“It’s a skull probably. That’s probably not something you want to hold with your hands but ok. It’s not going to hurt you I guess”

“I dug up a cow skull once; it was weird. It was in the middle of the woods. I brought it home and Dad put it in the front yard. It was Weird.”

🎶bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave. Masssss murder🎶

“I don’t understand the Munsters reference”

“Dean has rosier glasses about their dad. It’s not a bad thing, but I think he’s more of an optimist. He’s choosing to remember to the better things over the others. I can understand that.”

“This actor looks familiar. Idk who he is.”

“Why are we eating a dog eat trash? Then pan over to the Native guy.”

“Don’t forget we’re in a bad part of town since the dog is eating trash and there’s a Native guy standing around.”

“Jared’s dynamic acting at best. Every time I watch the show, it just gets worse to me.”

“What night would that be? Is that the summer solstice? What’s the opposite of the solstice?” Dean’s stupid lips.

“For what it’s worth, they gave him some dynamic dialogue and more of a part instead of just reading out of a book”

🎶you don’t break a curse - the curse breaks you🎶

“Way to be a douche Dean. You just caused all those rocks to hit the other cars in the parking lot. You know better Dean”

“Doesn’t this just fall through and there’s a million bugs or something?”

“Where do you get a million roaches for props? Those are real roaches. If you’re the props guy, do you just call the roach guy?”

“The dad thing points to how Dean learned how to deal with John”

Look how big Dean’s eyes are in this scene when they hear the bugs

“Idk if a bug can eat through the power lines but ok.”

Laughed at the bugs at the window “I remember laughing at that. I still find it funny, because bugs don’t usually suicide themselves like that.”

“A little bug spray will help I’m sure. You’ll be fine.”

“Is he doing the bug spray and lighter trick?”

“Might want to hold the flue down.” ‘Yeah ok.” “I think just spraying the bug spray would be more effective.” laughing at the whole situation

“Look how effective that flame is. Oh so effective”

“And that roof was new. Look how shitty that is. Someone fire their builder. Oh my god. I know we’re dealing with a biblical plague/Native American curse, but come on.”

“That sunrise came up quick. Wasn’t it just midnight?”

“Just a few thousand bees and maybe 2 bee stings. 3 or 4 on their faces and necks.”

“Hey he didn’t drive on the curb this time. Imagine that.”

“This doesn’t make any sense - DIY mover. Wouldn’t you rent it and move shit yourself? But next to the logo it says National Moving Experts. So are you hiring movers or moving everything yourself? Pick one.”

“Somehow…I think insurance will cover your white ass. It’ll be fine.”

“Way to throw away the terrarium kid.”

“Way to agree with him, Sam. You’re supposed to encourage the kid and not tell him to fuck off.”

“How many daddy bonding moments before we see John? We’re having like 2-3 every episode.” “We ain’t in Kansas anymore.”

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