#chats; could share so many pointless stories

[bennyfeldman]

——- Hope me being around a lot hasn't been an issue , i could always go back home otherwise . i think i started to really get into spending time with you . i heard couples do that -- i could be wrong though . ( @americaferrexa )

#chats; could share so many pointless stories #c; america ferrera

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

don’t know if ur taking requests but could u make a dom nat x reader fic where they have a toxic break up but hook up after a few weeks being apart cause they are so dependent on eachother

I hate to hate to hate you

Paring: fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: SMUT, toxic relationships, toxic!Nat, older!Nat, younger!reader, drinking, arguments mentioned, possessive!Nat, fingering, oral, degradation, praise kink

A/N: A bit short only 1k words but I hope you still like it

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

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“Look it’s her” one of my friends pointed out as I gazed across bar. She was right it was her. Her with her red hair and green eyes fixated on the drink in her hands; whiskey like she would always drink it after work. Two years; two year we had spent together and shared everything. She knew my deepest secrets and I knew her, or at least so I thought.

The first year was peaceful Natasha was the perfect girlfriend. She did everything for me put her busy job aside for and always found time for me. I was young and dumb freshly in my second year of college as I waited at a fancy restaurant that’s were I meet her. She was older, a lawyer, rich and good looking on top.

She treated you like a princess making sure you would never have to pay for anything and to be honest that made you see over many red flags. After a while the passion grew cold she’d always work showing you the cold shoulder. When you two would attend business dinners she’d still put on the facade of the loving girlfriend only to fall asleep on the couch while working.

When she’d be intimate with you she’d mostly hate fuck you having you on fall fours as she rammed her strap deep inside your pussy. You enjoyed it too of course she’d always respect your sexual borders but you missed the slow and passionate sex you once had. After two years it was over with a last fight over something minor you had packed your bags and went to stay with your friends.

Now she was sitting there alone; just as alone as you were. You didn’t see her in 6 months still you missed something. No other lover, hands, mouth, or even toy could make you cum like she did. Maybe she had been right in her dirty talk, she had ruined you for everyone else.

Your eyes meet as she looked up signaling you too come over to her. Your friends told you to not do it but it was only a small chat between the two of you. All lies; you wanted her. No, you needed her so before any rational thought could cross you mind you were sitting on the bar stool next to her.

“Long time no see, bunny” she smirked bringing the bitter tasting liquid to her lips. “How have you been Natasha” you asked trying to sound as uninterested in her as possible as if you didn’t care. “I couldn’t be better you know my law firm has been running better than ever” she laughed “and how’s life going with your philosophy major. Found a job yet?” There was judgement in her words she’d always tell you a major in philosophy would be pointless simply a waste of hard earned money.

“Well I’m still a waitress” she chuckled again judging you she had been right. “Not to say I was right but I told you but I told you” She didn’t change of course she didn’t. How could someone like Natasha ever change. “You are still an asshole Natasha” She pulls you closer by the collar her mouth next to your ear. “But you still want me” you felt my face grown hot. “That’s not true” you breathed out. “Oh bunny” her hands grabbed onto your waist “You tell me if I would check your panties right now they wouldn’t be wet.”

“Fuck you Natasha” You whined the you couldn’t denial your attraction towards the older women. “No I’m gonna fuck you”

We ended up in her apartment with your back against the door and her mouth latched onto the soft skin of your neck. You moaned at the feeling of her biting and sucking the flesh of your neck. “No marks” you manage to get out between desperate whimpers. “Too late” she grinned at me.

Her hands grabbed onto my being signaling

you to jump onto her waist. She carried you to the bedroom kicking the door closed behind her. She places you onto her expensive silk sheets. She pushed your dress of your shoulders pulling it down your dress. “No bra?” She groaned as she saw your erected nipples “You dirty little girl”

She latched onto one of your nipples licking over it before sucking on it hard. She still remembered all your sensitive places. You whimpered and moaned pushing her head further down “such an impatient slut. Tell ms did anyone touch what’s mine” She still was in love with you of course she was seemingly ignoring how you hurt each other. “N- No” you whimpered.

She pulled on the waist band of your panties

pulling them down your legs. She kissed down your leg down your clave to your inner thigh and ending at your core she licked over your slit swirling her tongue over your clit. Your hands found their way to her red hair tugging at her roots making her groan into your pussy.

She sucked on your clit savoring your sweet taste. As she kept licking at your pussylips two of her fingers pressed against your gaping hole. Slowly she pushed in making you moan out in utter pleasure. “Tell me who owns you” she whispered just loud enough for you to her. “You Natasha” she smiled trusting her fingers harder “Damn right slut”. She curled her fingers against your G- spot repeatedly making you see stars. “Be a good girl and cum for me” with a last scream of her name you released over her hands and wrists. She helped you through your high.

You closed your eyes feeling way too tired to do anything else as you felt Natasha stroke over your skin. “Ready for round two bunny?”

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#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff

[multixsposts]

Valentine’s Day

Context-> This is a Valentine’s Day SHORT story about Gojo Satoru getting his heart b r o k e n by the reader :)

Fandom-> Jujutsu Kaisen

Ship-> Gojo Satoru x Reader

a/n the reader is female in this story and there isn’t mild sexual content but minors please stay away nonetheless

~forgive me if there are any spelling errors~

enjoy and happy Valentine’s Day ;)

This is story is for 18+ ONLY minors DNI

Satoru sighs as he lies on his sofa, phone in hand while he scrolls through social media seeing nothing but this Valentine’s day nonsense.

It’s ridiculous how people can even call this a holiday. It’s pointless in his opinion.

Because this time he didn’t have you to share it with and pained him to his core.

The two of you broke it off months ago. just enough time for you to find someone else to spend this ‘holiday’ with and that hurt him even more. Sure he tried to save the relationship, but you couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to be free of only seeing him when he wasn’t busy with work which was rare.

Sometimes you worried if he’d make it home in one piece and not in half.

But you knew..you how dangerous his job was and how much he worked and yet you still chose to be with him and stay as long as you did, only to use that as an excuse to leave him in the end.

His eyes started to tear up at the memory of you telling him you couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t want to cry over it anymore..he needed to stop all of this sulking.

it was getting him nowhere.

So he decides to get off of his oh so comfortable couch and go out. Maybe eating out would get his mind off of things?.

It should. Shouldn’t it?.

but as he continued to walk along the sidewalk he couldn’t help but notice his feet had taken him to your favorite restaurant..the one he’d take you out to all the time.

The one he got bored of but did it for you because you were so happy to come here and he liked seeing you happy.

So..what does he do?. He releases a sigh and walks in.

He could at least imagine you were here with him and he swears after this meal-after today- he will be completely and utterly over you.

He gets his food and he eats quietly and alone while the people around him chatter away with their dates.

Some even laughing at the most horrible jokes he’s never even heard of, and you know it’s bad when Satorus never even heard of the joke because he’s a jokester himself and by god you loved it.

Your laugh was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard. Music to his ears.

What’s crazy is that he can still hear it perfectly loud and clear still to this day..

loud and- wait.

no. He immediately straightens his back and looks around the restaurant.

You’re here, but where?. Fuck there are so many people here.

He continues to scan the place until his blue eyes finally find you.

God you were so perfect..especially in the dress you were wearing…it matches you so well. It hugs your body perfectly.

He stares at you. His food going ignored and getting cold, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

All of a sudden your head snapped in his direction, your gorgeous eyes staring right back at him.

He puts his head down quickly. Hoping you didn’t notice him but he knows that you did.

A tap on his shoulder brought his attention to the person standing next to his table and his heart started to race.

“y/n..h-hey” he said with a nervous smile

“meet me in the bathroom we’ve gotta have a chat” you tell him bluntly as you make your way towards the back of the restaurant, your hips swaying in the tight dress you had on.

He quickly gets up from the chair and follows you to the bathroom.

“what are you doing here, Gojo?.” you huffed out as he walks in closing the door behind him, his heart aching at you using his last name.

“i just came here to have a meal..” he replies back to you

“bullshit” you fold your arms over your chest, your breast pressing together from the action.

Him being the man that he is

he couldn’t help but glance down at them.

“it’s true..i was hungry and needed to get out of the house.” he tells you

“every where i go you’re there. It’s like you appear out of thin air.” you whisper/yell trying to keep your voice quiet.

but he sighs. That’s true..but it’s not his fault. He couldn’t get you off of his mind his feet take him where they want to go and he doesn’t fight back.

So he doesn’t say anything..and just looks at you.

You know the reason why he’s following you.

He’s still heartbroken and so are you but only a little.

Of course you still thought about him and the good times you’ve had together, but him doing this is only making it harder on himself and you.

You sigh and hug him and when you do you didn’t miss the way his arms immediately flew around your body to hold your waist and pull you closer so he can hold you tighter.

but you didn’t say anything. you let it be, but only for now.

“Gojo-”

“don’t. don’t call me that. please just..use my first name..” he bends down a bit more to put his face in your neck, taking in deep breaths of your perfume.

Not wanting to forget what you smell like.

“Satoru..you’ve got to move on” you tell him quietly.

He shakes his head.

“cant.” you freeze when you feel a small peck against your neck.

“won’t.” he does it again.

“satoru-”

“one last time..it’s all i need. please.” he pulls his face away from the crook of your neck and stares into your eyes, you’ve never seen him this way..

your heart aches for the man in front of you.

The one you promised to love forever.

so..what do you do?..

you give in.

“nngh~ f-fuck, toru” you moan out quietly as he has you on the counter in the bathroom his hands underneath your thighs and your legs wrapped his waist.

“i l-love you..” he whispers into your ear, but you don’t say it back. you can’t.

You wrap your arms around his neck.

“say it..” he grunts out while his pace slows down not wanting this to end so quickly.

“t-toru..” you look at him while shaking your head, but he wasn’t having it.

He roughly thrusts into you making you squeak out a moan

His pace is harder, faster, it was to much for you

“s-slow down!” you beg him.

“say it.” his voice lower than when he said it the first time.

“say it and i’ll slow down.” it was getting to much it was starting to hurt, but saying the words he was longing to hear would put him in so much pain afterwards. It hurt your own heart to say it but you said it..for him

“i-i love you t-toru.” you got out in between moans of pleasure and pain and he immediately slowed down and his lips found yours.

Kissing you passionately as he slowly thrusts into you not wanting to forget the way you felt and the way you sounded when you said his name. How soft your lips felt against his..

he pulled his lips away from your and stuffed his face into your neck to hide the tears that started to fall from his eyes.

This will be the last time he’d actually be able to be close to you like this.

The pain in his chest wouldn’t go away but being like this with you even for a little while helped it become bearable.

Because he was able to share Valentine’s Day with the one he loves the most.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x reader #jjk anime #jjk manga #jjk gojo #geto suguru #choso kamo #nanami kento #jujutsu toji #anime manga #anime #manga #valentines day

[precuredaily]

Precure Day 241

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 42 - “Komachi's Decision and the Arabian Nights“ Date watched: 10 January 2024 Original air date: 7 December 2008 Screenshots Precure Metamorphose Gallery | Sky Rose Translate Gallery Project info and master list of posts

Komachi, fabulous she, shielding and blocking

You know what’s fun? The night. What’s more fun than night? An Arabian night! What’s even more fun than an Arabian night? How about a thousand and one of them? Yes, today we are going to dive into another classic story to fight some bad guys, and learn some lessons along the way about self-worth. Let’s dig in!

The Plot

Anacondy pays Shibiretta a visit to implicitly threaten her job, so the witch gets fired up in plans to retaliate against Eternal’s second in command, as well as capture the Rose Pact.

Komachi and Nozomi are chatting in the library about the value of stories and just how many of them there are that Komachi’s could get lost. Nozomi tells her that no matter what, she’ll find her friend’s book. Suddenly, everyone finds themselves sucked into another world… or several, and facing unique individual threats from their stories.

Despite being separated, the girls and fairies figure out that this is another of Shibiretta’s plots and manage to reunite with each other by following the narratives and intents of the tales. They confront the witch and tell her she’s using stories wrong, which she rebuts as they’re just tools to use however she wants. Everyone was able to reunite with each other because they respected the stories. Nuts adds that the story of 1001 Arabian Nights is about a woman telling stories to the brutal king every night, in an attempt to get him to soften his ways; and what Shibiretta is doing is completely counter to that narrative.

In response, Shibiretta creates a genie Hoshiia and kidnaps the fairies and rose pact, so the girls transform, and the battle moves outside of the palace. They have trouble fighting it, since it can turn into smoke and their attacks just pass right through it.

Cure Mint and Shibiretta engage in a verbal tete-a-tete:  the Witch from Eternal says they both uses stories to suit their needs, but Dream defends Komachi saying her stories are exciting and heartfelt and she loves them, while Shibiretta just makes messes of existing stories. Shibiretta retorts that she tried telling stories to the director, and he was unmoved, causing Mint to shoot back that stories won’t respond to her methods. They fight again; Milky Rose defeats the Hoshiina while the Cures take out Shibiretta once and for all with Rainbow Rose Explosion.

Before the world dissolves, Aqua assures Mint that all of them are looking forward to her next book. Over in Eternal, Anacondy remarks that a report for this would be pointless.

At dusk, Komachi tells Nuts she wants to write about her amazing friends and share the feelings of all the good times they have together, in hopes that if someone lonely reads it they'll be inspired to find friends like hers. Everyone else was listening in and all of them want to be the main character of her story, with their own spins, and this ends the episode.

The Analysis

What I Liked

It’s one of the better Shibiretta episodes. I’ve often criticized her episodes for only using the surface elements of the story and not putting the characters through the plot. This time they actually addressed that and made it the entire point of the episode: Shibiretta is only taking advantage of the stories for what she can gain from them (monsters and distractions to attack the precures) and not the underlying morals and emotions. I thought it was especially poignant how she said she had read stories to the director and he was bored, so that means stories are worthless at inspiring emotion; and Komachi shoots back that it’s precisely because all she does is to use stories like tools.

Also, as per the narrative, you can actually see the difference between embracing the story and using it as a tool. The girls are able to reunite by understanding the tales that they are in. Rin kindly asks the magic carpet to help them and it responds. Urara’s sincere feelings to protect Syrup revert him from 40 clones of himself back to one. Nozomi uses “Open Sesame” on the door, and later Karen asks for a sign of the right way to go to find Komachi. It’s a bit convenient but hey it works.

On that note, as usual the antics that the girls get up to in the story world are great, they make some good jokes and gags out of them. The 40 (actually 39) Syrups, the magic carpet, the “Open Sesame” scene and of course the genie Hoshiina, all great uses of the setting. I also like their outfits.

I feel like Nozomi and Komachi are one of the less explored pairings in this series. Sure, Nozomi was the one who first enticed Komachi to become a Precure, but they haven’t done much together since then. Komachi is usually paired up with her longtime friend Karen, and there was that one time she and Urara had a really good bond. It’s true that everyone has been supportive of Komachi’s writing throughout both seasons, but this episode is the first time that Nozomi explicitly praises, uplifts, and defends Komachi’s writing and what it means to her, and that translates to a really great climax where they work together to ward off Shibiretta.

The fight against the genie Hoshiina that turns into smoke kept me on the edge of my seat. Its permeability is a distinct advantage but then Rose turns around and uses that to her gain, before dealing the finishing blow. It’s the kind of creativity I live for here.

Similarly, the battle of the Precure against Shibiretta was really well realized with some great stylized animation and action. Shibiretta launches herself like a rocket, but Mint and Dream combo their attacks to deflect her, and then Lemonade and Rouge kick her out of the sky so the team can perform their final attack on her.

What I DIdn’t Like Nothing comes to mind.

Miscellaneous

When Nozomi uses “Open Sesame” on the cave entrance, she does Kamen Rider’s henshin pose.

One Thousand and One Nights is a compilation of stories from the Middle Eastern region, from a variety of authors and tracing origins back over a millennium. The earliest known mention of the central character Scheherazade is in the 9th century, but many of the individual tales are believed to be much older, hailing from India and Persia. Over time stories from West African, Hebrew, Greek, and other traditions made their way. It’s a dynamic work that was passed down by storytellers over many generations and cultures. There’s no singular version of the text, there may not even actually be 1001 stories as some of the most famous ones, which incidentally are the ones featured in this episode (Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, Aladdin and the Lamp, The Tale of Sinbad the Sailor) were actually separate stories that later got rolled into the collection much later. Trying (and failing) to unravel this complex history to give context to the references in the episode was a bigger undertaking than this blog merits.

In the scene where Syrup is supposedly cloned 40 times, as the 40 thieves that attacked Ali Baba, there are actually only 39 of him.

Conclusion

This was a fun episode exploring some real juicy feelings about anxiety and the future and legacy, and also the purpose of stories. It was a nice sendoff to Shibiretta, whom I’ve had very mixed feelings about throughout the show. She was a step up from the duo but solidly middle tier as far as Precure villains go. Smile Precure will give us another witch character to play around with so when I get to that series I’ll do a compare/contrast.

Next time on Precure Daily, Nozomi comes face to face with the director of Eternal! Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 1 kettei!

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! #YPC5GG42 #PCD241

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

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A/N: This one’s a little short, I really struggled to stretch this one out a bit.

Big love to those who have been reading this. I really appreciate all of you. I have a bunch of other Ghost stories I’m working on in the background as well as this one and I can’t wait to share even more with you.

The smile on Charlotte’s face was bright and airy as she chatted away to Simon about the book she’d been reading. The smile was fake though. Fake, fake, fake. She was trying to be brave, she really was. Not Simon level brave, she knew she’d never be able to achieve such a thing, but brave in her own way. She was proud of him for being up for selection and she knew without a doubt he’d pass with flying colours, but the idea of what he’d go through, the idea of being away from him with zero contact for almost an entire year was harrowing to her. 

She hadn't had to be alone since his last deployment and she may have some people around her now, but it was different. Simon leaving would be a different type of loneliness, one that would eat her alive even if she was surrounded by people. She couldn't be selfish though, he’d worked hard for this and she wasn't about to be a Debbie Downer about it. It was bad enough how upset she'd gotten when he’d told her and she still felt the guilt for that gnawing at her bones like a dog. 

She excused herself cheerfully to the kitchen to get another drink, the TV commenter rambling about their excitement for New Year fading into the background. They were at Tommy and Beth’s to celebrate New Year but with Simon leaving in only five days, it was getting harder and harder to keep up her happy facade. She poured herself another glass of red wine, taking two large gulps of it. She wasn’t drunk by any means but she certainly wasn't sober either. She didn't drink often but she felt like she needed it with all that was going on. 

“Alright, love?” Simon's gentle voice asked from the doorway. She was glad she was facing away from him, one hand clutching the counter so hard the bones in her finger ached. With the alcohol flooding her system, she was a little slower to react, slower to put her mask back on. She took a deep breath, shakily putting that smile back on her face before she turned around. 

“I’m fine, babe,” her words were easy, casual as she held her wine glass and gave him a pretty smile, yet he tilted his head, dark eyes scanning her face. She knew it was pointless to pretend with Simon because even though she didn't want to be, she was an open book to him. He was quiet for a moment, as was she, and she took another sip of her wine as she waited to see what would happen, hoping he’d let it go and they'd go back in the living room with everyone else. 

She’d never been part of as many family celebrations as she had since she met Simon but she was glad to be included. Tonight, however, didn't exactly go according to plan. Anne had kindly offered to take Joseph for the night so Tommy and Beth could have a break and so Beth could have a drink after being stone cold sober for nine months. She'd expressed milk for the little baby, enough that by the time she needed to breastfeed him again the alcohol would be fully out of her system. Tommy had hyped up the night to her and Simon, claiming it would be a riot, a party, the night wouldn't end. By ten, the pair of them were passed out on the couch together after only one drink, complete exhaustion taking over them. Joseph was currently dealing with colic so he wasn't sleeping. She knew being a parent must be hard but seeing her friends go through it was something else. 

Simon had rolled his eyes at the sight, muttering curses about being dragged out of his nice warm flat just for them to fall asleep on him. Didn't stop him from covering them up with blankets though and turning the TV a little lower so the celebrations on BBC wouldn't wake them. She hadn’t minded too much though. Sure she'd been happy to be invited and all but with her mood, it had been hard to try and socialise. It had been hard enough talking to Simon and trying to act like everything was fine. 

He moved over to her with slow steps and she leaned more against the counter, her hand curling more around the glass as tension wormed its way around her. Those deep amber eyes felt like they could see through her like a piece of glass and she swallowed thickly, unable to keep the eye contact. 

“I love you… you know that, right?” he asked carefully and she stared at the floor with a lump in her throat. She did know that, without even a doubt. And maybe she did have her moments where she’d question it after a lifetime of self esteem issues, but he made a point to make it known every single day. Whether it was his words or the little things he did for her, he made sure she felt loved no matter what. It was a nice feeling, a reassuring feeling, to know irrefutably that you're loved. 

“I know,” she murmured softly, eyes rasing to meet his soft, warm hues. He took another step then, right in front of her. 

“And you know that you’ll always come first, yeah? Always,” his eyes were firm as he said this, a pointed look shooting right though her. He’d told her many times since his confession about going for selection, told her that all she had to do was say the word and he wouldn't do it. It was terrifying to her, that she for some reason had that power over him. She didn't like it. She’d never in a million years make him leave his dreams behind because she was being an over emotional baby. 

“I know,” she echoed, giving him a tentative smile. Small, yet not fake this time. It seemed to relax him a little, some tension leaving his shoulders as he reached out, grabbing her wine glass and setting it on the counter. 

She squeaked when she was suddenly lifted and plonked on the counter too. It made her closer to his height like this, yet still shorter than him. He slotted between her legs easily, as if she was made to be moulded around him, his large hands cupping both her cheeks, thumbs swiping over the skin as he gazed down at her. She’d never been looked at the way Simon looked at her. Like she was some precious gem or made of gold. It made her heartbeat skyrocket every time he gave her that look and she was sure it was the same look she always gave him. 

He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words, instead opting to lean down and capture her lips with his. They were soft, plush against hers as he slid a hand around to the back of her neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue massaging hers slowly, tenderly. Her hands wandered, sliding up his shirt and making him gasp into her mouth at her cold hands. She smiled into the kiss, settling her hands over his chest and enjoying the feeling of the steady thumping of his heart. When he broke the kiss, he didn't move away from her, his body still flush with hers as he smiled at her. He was so handsome when he smiled like that. 

“I know that it might not seem like it, but… I am proud of you. I have no doubts that you’ll get into the SAS,” she admitted as her fingers traced patterns on his skin. His eyes perked up ever so slightly at her words, his smile brightening.

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning closer to nuzzle his nose against hers and her eyes fluttered shut. 

“Yeah,” she smiled up at him. He opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the TV which had gotten louder as everyone on it chanted the countdown to New Year. 

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

“Happy New Year, love,” Simon murmured affectionately before placing a long yet chaste kiss to her lips.

“Happy New Year,” she replied when he pulled away, desperately trying to ignore the burning sadness in her chest. It wasn't a happy new year when he wasn't going to be with her to enjoy it, but she didn't say that. Instead, the fake smile slipped back on her lips as she allowed him to wrap her in a hug.

Jan 7th

Charlotte was woken up by a large and warm hand stroking her face. 

“Wha…?” she blinked blearily, trying to get her bearings. She was absolutely shattered. She hadn't been able to get to sleep until 3 am because she knew in only a few hours that Simon would be leaving. It was the day. Now he was perched on the edge of the bed near her, fully clothed. It was still dark out and her eyes darted to the clock, seeing it was 4.30 am. She’d only been asleep an hour and a half but she knew Simon had to go soon. The dread that slapped her across the face woke her right up. 

She sat up abruptly and Simon shot her a worried glance. She’d told herself she had to be brave this morning, she could break down once he was gone, not a moment sooner. She wouldn't do that to him, he must already be nervous enough as it was, even if he tried to hide it. She’d seen how he'd been working out more vigorously, seeing him brushing up on his military tactics and warfare strategies by all the books he’d been burning through. He wanted this badly and she wasn't about to get in the way.

“Gotta go, sweetheart,” he whispered and she bit the inside of her cheek hard to stop herself from crying. She wondered if he’d even slept. she’d thought he’d been asleep when she lay there anxiously, stewing in her own thoughts. Maybe he’d been awake the whole time. Had he known she was awake too? 

“Okay,” she replied, trying her hardest to keep her voice level. He stood and she climbed out of bed, following after him to the living area. His duffel was near the front door and her breathing became shaky. She was trying her best to appear normal but those all seeing eyes of his were bearing her down into the ground. The only thing that soothed her was the fact it was obvious he was struggling too. Those dark eyes were shiny, strained, his jaw clenched tight as he looked at her. 

“I uh…” his voice cut off as it cracked and she felt her lower lip wobble. If he got emotional she wouldn't be able to help herself. He stepped forward, movements rushed, before he crushed her into a hug. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling like she was about to burst with the effort she put in to not cry in front of him. She clung onto him like a life raft and he did the same, a large hand pressing her head closer to his chest. His chest that was shaky and erratic.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” he bit out, voice broken and raw and she couldn't handle it. 

The tears leaked from her eyes and she was sure the vein in her neck was bulging from how hard she was suppressing the sob that tried to work its way out of her. She wanted to tell him that she’d miss him too but she knew the second her mouth opened that she’d unravel so she nodded, hoping he'd get the point. He held her tighter for a second, a kiss being pressed firmly to the side of her head before he moved away. He cupped her cheeks and she couldn't look away from those intense eyes.

“I love you,” he implored, as if begging her to believe him even though she already did. 

“I love you too,” her voice was choked but she couldn't not say it back to him, it was impossible for her. 

He swallowed thickly, the movement making his Adam’s apple bob up and down before he rested his forehead on hers. She tried to soak up the closeness greedily, knowing soon enough it would be gone. Ever so gently, his nose rubbed hers in a gesture that made her heart still completely. Her breathing was ragged, held on by a thread. His lips connected with hers softly yet firm as he held her there against him before he moved away, glancing at the clock and he stepped away from her.

“Gonna be late if I don’t get goin’,” he frowned, looking like he didn't want to leave. She felt so weak that she almost begged him to stay. Almost. 

“Good luck out there, not that you need it,” she tried to sound confident as she smiled at him but her voice was thin and wobbly. He nodded, eyes glued to her for a moment longer before he turned away and grabbed his duffel bag. 

“See you soon, yeah?” he asked as he opened the door, looking over his shoulder at her. Her chest ached like she’d been sucker punched but she nodded, giving him another watery smile.

“See you soon, Simon,” she replied quietly. His dark eyes were blazing with something as he stared at her and she wondered just what was going through his head. Was he at war with leaving her or going? He forced himself to look away, stepping out of the door before shutting it behind him and suddenly, the apartment felt very, very cold. 

Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle the pitiful noise that left her and she tried her best to keep it together. She wished she could be strong like Simon, wished she wasn't so fragile. She jumped out of her skin when the door flew open, Simon coming back in hurriedly. His duffel hit the floor with a thud and before she could even fathom what was happening, he rushed her, lips desperately seeking hers. She fisted his top, squeaking as he almost lifted her off her feet by her head as he cupped her cheeks. 

She was suddenly sandwiched between him and the wall as he pressed his entire body along the length of hers, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth like he needed to memorise it all. When he pulled away, she felt her lungs burn with lack of oxygen as she blinked up at him in surprise. He was panting himself, eyes wild as he stared down at her. 

“I love you… be safe,” that was all he said, placing a kiss to the tip of her nose before he turned around, grabbed his duffel and once more was out of the door. She was completely baffled, unsure of what the hell just happened. Her lips tingled and she raised a hand to them as she blinked dazed. She was so dazed that her tears didn't come on for at least an hour. 

#simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x oc #ghost x oc

[drinkingpoison]

Proselfship Advent day Eighteen: Swapping stories, traditional folklore or family stories 📜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ 📓

Using the misfits for this one, as I feel they'd all have some interesting stories to share U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

I promise I'm gonna get on top of these and stay that way one of these days -

Tramp couldn't stop wagging his little tail in excitement, messing up every blanket on the large, cushy bed, much to his fox companions dismay. Etta was currently trying to curl up in her self designated spot, ears lying flat against her head as she watches the mutt through narrowed eyes.

"Darling, settle down. We're meant to be getting ready for bed."

"I am getting ready for bed! I gotta find a good spot."

She could see using reason was going to be entirely pointless here, laying her head against her paws with a lighthearted sigh. Rather he'd get nice and comfortable now and not spend the whole night tossing and turning.

"What's all this I hear about going to bed?"

Both little heads spun at the deep voice, ears perking in excitement as King Moonracer strolled into the room, the bed creaking under his weight as he hefted himself up with a grunt.

"You no there's no bedtime without storytime, especially now with the island so empty."

"Yessir yessir! I'm ready for storytime! Always ready!"

Apparently he was finally ready to settle down too, doing one last spin before flopping right where he could nuzzle into the King's soft stomach fur. Etta took her own spot against his chest with an air of amusement, letting out a soft laugh and nuzzling up into the large tongue lapping across her head.

"Who wants to go first? Tramp, do you have something you'd like to share?"

"I do, I do! I remembered one a' me and my best buddies adventures today! We'd gone down to the creek to look for fish n' sometimes rocks and anything else we could find. Momma always made me take a bath when we got home cause I got so wet and slimy!

It was a normal, fun ol' sunny day and I was sittin' on a rock watchin' buddy splash around when suddenly, I saw a big black snake slitherin' around in the water!"

Pausing for just a moment to allow his partners to gasp as they took in that information, he was thoroughly encouraged by how enthralled they appeared.

"I called for 'im to watch out! Who knows how many were surrounding us - but before you know it, my brave buddy spun around n' got it right in the head with his trusty slingshot! We went home right after that, never told momma though -"

"Oh my! That's quite the story dearie. Buddy does always sound so brave and fun in your tales eheh."

"That he does, a mighty companion for a mighty dog."

Tramp looked like he might just wag out of his felt as they complimented his best friend, the child he'd spent most of his existence with. Missing him at times, telling stories of their adventures together always made him happy.

"He was a true friend through and through.. How about you, your majesty? Anything to tell about your grand ol' travels recently?"

"Oh you know things are usually quiet around here.. Hmm."

The lion tilted his head to really put some thought into it, crossing one paw over the other.

"I did recently go by one of those dry lands, where snow doesn't ever seem to reach. I flew over a colorful land full of all different types of people, especially children running and screaming in joy. The buildings were all large, bright, and had long lines of people outside waiting to visit them. They even had a castle! And so many beautiful princes walking and chatting with the kids. Truly a sight to behold.

I'll have to be going back soon, maybe you two can join me. I know there are toys in need of all kinds there."

"Oh wow... Multiple princes? Their castle must be huge..."

Etta looked dazzled at the description of this fantastical place, her heart fluttering at the idea of taking a visit. The icy tundras were beautiful, but she missed seeing new locations.

"How bout you, Etta? Feel like sharin' ?"

"Oh well... I have been thinking about this time I was lost in what humans call a "thrift store" for a short time.. Jumped off the shelf when no one was looking and couldn't find my way back up. I met many interesting characters in that little building, I bet a lot of them would fit in here actually!

There were collectables like me, dolls who'd been decorated by their girls, little trucks with nowhere to drive, stick horses with no one to ride them.. and the sweetest Shepard I've ever met! He let me back to our shelf, and had so many adorable fluffy sheep. I wonder if he ever found a home, or if he stayed to keep guiding toys who needed help..."

"I've seen shops like this, been inside a few of them. They're always amazing places."

Yawning as he spoke, the king laid his muzzle against his paws after giving his little loves a few more licks, encouraging them to settle in.

"Mm.. Goodnight my dears. I love you."

"G'night! I love you guys."

"Goodnight my loves... Until tomorrow."

#proselfshipadvent #proselfship #proship please interact #📼 #📓 #🌗 #the king saw a disney #pffft

[flowerwrites06]

Ahhhhhh thank you for taking the time to answer my questions so thoroughly!!! I’m starting to understand more now, I didn’t realize he was feeling more so insecure about himself and needing to prove that he can provide an heir, I thought it was coming from a place of thinking belle wasn’t enough so he’s looking for comfort with the other women!! Interestinggggg! I’m dying at the way he tried to overcompensate and prove he could have many heirs and out of all the women he slept with dozens of times there ended up being 1 sickly baby 💀 honestly I’m sad for the baby but not jungkook!!!! I really wish he would’ve realized sooner that the whole concept of having this life with lots of heirs is utterly pointless if he didn’t have belle to share everything with. but alas .. men in high positions of power have a tendency to be dummies 🥴he was so focused on that one aspect of being king that he quite literally neglected the rest of his kingdom like he THREW AWAY his queen and the security of his entire kingdom I cantttt!!!

I also can’t bring myself to dislike lula or mei or any of the girls he had in his harem, even if they acted smarmy about it in front of belle because it’s not like they could have turned him down really!! In that time period people probably were always trying to get in favour of the king so the girls would have had so much pressure from their families to accept his offer u know? Im having flashbacks to the movie the other Boleyn girl idk if you’ve seen it!! It’s about Henry the eighth and all his shenanigans LOL

I’m glad you revealed that he was actually really traumatized by her miscarriages, when i read the part where he begs for her to stay I half thought he was just using that as an excuse to gaslight her more and I was like hell no!!!!! That would’ve been so awful!! Also, when you put it that way that he was becoming insecure after 7 years of marriage and no children it does start to make sense to me!! I can imagine him starting to question if him and belle made the wrong decision and that having a harem/concubines IS actually a necessary thing, because if not then why would every other king have them? He definitely should have talked to belle about it and not just made the decision for himself though☹️

Anyway, thank you so much for having a chat with me about your story!! I really love discussing the psychology and thought processes of the characters with authors, it makes me appreciate the story even more!! 💜

Jungkook kind of had a worry that he also might have problems with fertility so that would've driven him over the edge with overcompensating. That part was kind of inspired by Henry the Eighth and Anne Boleyn's story haha he was so adamant about marrying this one lady and she ended up giving him one child (granted the child ended up being known as one of the greatest rulers in English history but the turnout was still interesting).

Of course! The girls really had this pressure to keep Jungkook pleasured since he was always known as that king who didn't like anyone but his queen lmao

He does gaslight her to a certain extent but it's like?? The thing with Jungkook's character is that he's not some big manipulative mastermind. He was quite simply unstable and grew to become more unstable as time went on. Every decision he's made has been to grasp at a thin thread that was breaking. Which is why towards the end he becomes numb to things and then finally breaks.

Please thank you so much for being interested in talking about my characters! Doing these discussions are my highlights when posting stories!!

#replies #bow to you

[backtoyuta]

NCT 127: How they would be as coworkers in a shitty office

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❁ [Taeil] King of the welcome wagon; If it was your first day working in a small dinky business, Taeil will make it his sole responsibility to make the environment as inviting as possible. After all, the business wasn't some glamorous well known company, nor was it an exciting new start up, so Taeil made it his mission to paint the office as pretty as he could before you could decide if the job was too boring to keep. If you ask any of his co-workers they'll tell you nobody put him in charge of welcoming the newbie, but it seemed everybody but you noticed him do a double take at the receptionist's desk where you waited to be shown around. Soft moments included him making you a coffee every time he left to make his own, making a point of clearing a little space in the communal fridge for your lunch and hanging around while trying to maintain a respectful distance in case you had any queries so he could be the first to answer them. If you were low-key dreading your first day, you kinda forget about the nerves quickly because of his kindness and tells you cheerfully "See, we don't bite." Will make sure you have everything you need, down to the last sticky note and ball point pen, and smiles bashfully at you when you go to thank him.

❁ [Johnny] cheesy office romance; It was quite impressive really, the fact that Johnny managed to unlock every single office romance cliche you could think of and he wasn't subtle about it either. Though there was no policy really about dating co-workers, the whole situation was a tiny bit embarrassing given the blatant flirting from the titan walking around in his shirt and tie, always throwing devilish smiles from over the photocopier. Even if his desk was miles away from yours, there would always be an excuse to stroll by your work space to drop off some paperwork personally, or remind you of the meeting happening in the afternoon despite the email reminder going around. Johnny really put his bladder through it since he now took too frequent trips to the water cooler that was so conveniently placed next to your desk. The whole office gagged when you finally agreed to go for drinks after work. The hours were spent buying each other pints and admiring him with his tie loosened and shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the delicate tattoos that decorated the skin there before calling it a night and letting him kiss you on your porch after walking you home. You kind of became the height of office gossip, which Johnny thrived in, but you couldn't really be mad when you were dating that tall glass of water after all.

❁ [Taeyong] The receptionist with first aid training; Stapling your finger was embarrassing enough, imagine the heat flooding your cheeks when the receptionist appears at your desk clutching the first aid kit, big kind eyes glancing at your finger empathetically. Taeyong was the first face you saw when you walked through the door, that alone making a wonderful first impression, also he was a very diligent worker. He never made a fuss when you asked him to fax something, make a memo or photocopy, and when you had to ring the office because you left your keycard and needed to be let in, he laughed that off with you too while assuring that it happened all the time. On the blasted day you aimed the stapler at your paper but instead caught your finger, Taeyong was the first to perk from behind his desk at your exclamation of "Ow!" and was by your side before you knew it. He apologised profusely at the sting of an anti-bacterial wipe and wrapped your finger gingerly in a plaster, his chair scooted towards you and your knees bumping occasionally. You were pretty sure every female in the office was crushing on him and you were one of many, but you couldn't help the blush when you received a private IM chat asking if you wanted to get coffee after work: "Date? :)" he wrote at the end of the message. You wasted no time typing on your computer a reply, sneaking a glance at his face from behind the desk and exchanging a smile before looking busy once again.

❁ [Yuta] The guy that lowkey terrified you; Yuta was the co-worker that, whether it was on purpose or not, pushed you away with sheer intimidation and sinfully good looks. When you first encountered him in the office you were sure he was a model undercover, and when that was debunked you were sure he must have had a much higher level and higher paying job than you. His presence read corporate, the cologne you sometimes caught a whiff of smelt expensive and you could easily picture him in a big leather chair in a tall glass building barking orders at people. What surprised you was behind the intimidating aura, lay the humility of any of your other co-workers. All it took was one painfully awkward conversation in the break room and with the power of pointless small talk you learnt that his weekend plans didn't involve a modelling side hustle like you expected, but rather being a homebody, watching animated movies and cooking dinner for one instead. When you did finally enter an established relationship with him, expect impulsive moments like being tugged into the copier room so he can press his lips to yours and run his hands through your hair, or intense staring contests when other male co-workers demanded your attention. Overall, he was terrifying, but his redeemable qualities involved making dates after work so you had something to look forward to, buying your favourite cake during office parties and volunteering to do overtime with you so you would always be entertained.

❁ [Doyoung] The manager that scares you shitless; For the position of local branch manager, Doyoung exuded way more power and intimidation than what was probably warranted. Maybe that was why he managed to get the branch performing so well, everybody dreaded being called into his office for "friendly chitchat" after making a small mistake. When you first arrived, you steered as clear from him as possible, only venturing near his office when absolutely needed. What you didn't see was the way he would watch you intently in your little office nook, always appreciating how hard you worked and how cute you looked in your office get-up. You often squirmed at the amount of eye-contact he gave you when he ran meetings and you would glance around to see if anyone else was experiencing the same thing. Nope, just you. When he did call you into his office that one time you were quaking in your shoes. You had already convinced yourself you were fired before you had even reached his office door, but the feeling was replaced soon enough with confusion when he did eventually speak to you. "I just wanted to ask... would you be interested in.... this corporate training program?" He rushed. My god, your boss was just as awkward as the next bumbling guy. It would be a while before he asked you on an official date, dinner for two, also quite a bit of paperwork to fill out with HR, but you would come to realise his icy exterior wasn't all that icy when he wasn't in work-mode.

❁ [Jaehyun] The temp that never left; Jaehyun was fresh from university, now venturing into the world of work but still had the boyish aura that set him apart from the rest of the men in the office. From the way he spoke to you over lunch in the break room you could tell he was full of ambition, but also didn't seem to be in any rush to leave this job any time soon. Jaehyun was the guy who you initially tried not to get too close to, since you were under the impression that he would be leaving after completing the temporary placement and when he left it would hurt like a bitch. However, you could have sworn his placement ended like a month ago, but eventually you learnt that he somehow managed to talk himself into a full-time position. "Oh that, yeah, I guess I just realised I had more reasons to stay." He shrugged as casually as he could when you asked about it. You couldn't deny that you were happy, not when you saw his smiling face in the conference room saving you a seat, hearing his outrageous stories from uni and always being the two to get a little too drunk at corporate parties and being sent home in a taxi of shame. Romance blossomed when you remembered that one drunken kiss in the backseat and you both bonded when your boss gave you the cold shoulder after arriving to work a little more than dishevelled and with a hangover.

❁ [Jungwoo] Desk buddy; Honestly, who could hate their job when they had a sweet Jungwoo sitting at the desk adjacent to theirs. You kinda scored when your boss appointed you this specific desk because Jungwoo took to you almost embarrassingly quick. It made your heart swell looking at all the little knick knacks on his desk; toys to fiddle with and colourful sticky notes, this was just one part of his persona. You were a little shocked when he offered you a cigarette during the lunch break, kind of exposing a duality you didn't know existed, but nobody could be that wholesome of a person. Monday to Friday 9-5 was filled with Jungwoo ping-ponging back and forth between these traits, any off handed comments he would mutter to you when the boss was giving an announcement or the conversations you would overhear him having with a friend over the phone would remind you he wasn't a total puppy of a human being. However, the way he always offered to share a snack and would flick paper and notes at you playfully was also very much him being himself. You always fluttered a little at the smirk he would throw your way when your manager was talking something boring or ridiculous, it seemed those smirks were only reserved for you. It didn't take long before he became your best friend in the office, if he wasn't in that day you were in the right mind to just call it quits yourself (and vice versa), he was the guy that made the long hours that much more bearable.

❁ [Mark] The bumbling intern; When it came to responsibilities in the work place, you tried to delegate as little of that as possible to Mark the intern. It was cute really, the guy put in 110% effort into his tasks and yet when it came to coffee orders, photocopying or sending out a memo, something nearly always went wrong. You couldn't help but admire his enthusiasm, also that he made an effort to know everybody in the office, including the cleaners. Mark was one of the first people to greet you when you joined, waving around a little notebook of Starbucks orders and a company card to splurge, urging you to write down whatever you wanted. A simple task right? Rookie mistake. Bless him, you would never tell him how his mistake of getting full dairy rather than the soy you requested led to a night on and off the toilet, but that just scratched the surface of his office blunders. Somehow, he never cost the company too much, but there was a reason why the poor boy never got promoted beyond intern. He wasn't deterred though, he'd lean up against your desk while you made idle chit chat and he'd tell you that he liked his job and he didn't aspire to be the best in this business. Where he really proved himself was during company functions, you'll never forget during the annual employee bbq when he asked you your favourite song so he could sing it melodically accompanied skilfully with a guitar. Mark's contributions to the work place were always a little unpredictable, but he kept things interesting and people, including you, genuinely enjoyed having him around.

❁ [Haechan] Probably the reason you get fired; Even in the workplace, Haechan can't deny himself a bit of mischief. He made a stellar first impression by rocking up half an hour late, sending your boss a half arsed apology and plonking down at the desk across the room from yours. To be honest, he kind of annoyed you at first, his attitude came off immature and you didn't appreciate how distracting he was when you had work to do. However, things started to change at some point. Haechan was the guy that convinced you to ditch the office party and sit on the rooftop with him to watch the city lights, the guy that sent out ridiculous memos just to catch you smile and the guy eventually became the reason for you own demise after he started picking you up for breakfast most mornings. When the manager called you in his office after being late the third time in a row, you ducked your head and mumbled something about traffic while hiding a croissant wrapper in your pocket, Haechan covered a laugh with a cough and apologised on behalf of both of you. When you asked him about why he never seemed to give a shit about anything, you learnt that it was because he had a taste for adventure; "Don't tell me you wanna stay and work here forever? Don't you wanna do something more... exciting with your life?" He asked you incredulously, like the answer was obvious. He kinda got you, no, you didn't want to work in a dingy office for the rest of you life. To be honest, when he painted a picture of moving to a big city, or taking a road trip, or just fucking off to the suburbs you didn't hate the sound of that either. When you were both sat there in your manager's office, signing off on a severance package, you weren't even mad. You didn't have time to be, Haechan was already clasping your hand and leading you to his car and laughing about finally being free, tugging his tie from around his neck whilst driving no where in particular- the start of an adventure.

#why was haechan's so long #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct fluff #nct #nct as boyfriends #nct 127 as boyfriends #boyfriend!nct #nct headcanons #nct drabbles #nct x reader #nct imagines #kpop imagines #kpop headcanons #kpop drabbles #kpop fluff #Taeil #taeyong #johnny #yuta #doyoung #jaehyun #jungwoo #mark #haechan #the office #office worker!nct

[lucy90712]

Sapnap- face cam

Wc- 1987

Warnings- none (I think)  I've been up for almost 30 hours mainly because I was doing college homework all of last night and because my boyfriend Sapnap was streaming and being very loud which kept me up in the first place which was why I did my homework anyway. I love Sapnap to death but sometime he can be a little annoying but I put up with it.

Sapnap only got into bed at 4am and he's still asleep now at 11pm meanwhile since then I've finished a big essay, cleaned the apartment, done another essay and then made breakfast for myself which I'm eating now. I wish I could be this productive when I've had sleep but somehow it never works like that.

Eventually Sapnap came downstairs sauntering because he was still sleepy, some of us wish. He walked right over giving me a hug from behind as I washed some dishes and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

"Morning babe you alright?" He asked

"Yeah I'm good a little tired but I'll live" I replied

"Just to let you know I'll be streaming later" he said

He always tells me when he's streaming because his fans don't know about us and he doesn't want to accidentally reveal anything to protect me which is cute but it gets hard when he streams for hours on end and I need help with something. Sapnap is good about to it though if I really need help I either text him or message him on discord and he'll help but he sometimes doesn't read his messages.

I gave him some of what I made for breakfast and he sat down to eat it while I talked at him about college work that he pretends to care about. He's very supportive of all my college work and he'll let me get on with things if I have to but he will also talk about things with me if I want to. Thats one of the best things about Sapnap is his ability to adapt to how I'm feeling at any given moment and I like to think I'm at least ok at doing the same for him.

After breakfast Sapnap cleaned the rest of the dishes and let me take a shower which was nice and relaxing and woke me up a little bit as the cold water at the start hit my back, usually I would not be under the water as it warmed up but today I felt like I needed a shock to my system to get it going for another day. I had more homework and a lecture to do today so there was no chance for a nap until the evening when it's kind of pointless anyway.

After my shower I got dressed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt because it was comfy for sitting down all day in. Sapnap had got my laptop ready for me and had got me a glass for water which was sweet of him. My lecture was in about 2 minutes so I logged onto the class ready for it to start, when it did I put my headphones on so that Sapnap didn't have to listen to my teacher going on about whatever we were doing today, he always says he doesn't care but even I don't want to listen to it sometimes so there is no way he does.

As I tapped away making notes Sapnap put his hand on my knee rubbing his thumb in circles comfortingly. He does this all the time whether its sat on the sofa like right now or while we're driving somewhere but its safe to say that I love it, it lets me know he's there in a weird way it's like he's acknowledging my presence. At one point he got up and went to the kitchen and when he came back he had my favourite snack which he put between us so that we could share. What a lovely boyfriend he's being today, I'm starting to wonder what he thinks he's done that's he's trying to make up for.

My lecture finally finished after what seemed like and age so I went to get straight on with my last essay that needed submitting by the end of the month but Sapnap shut my laptop before I could get the document open, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa and towards the door.

"Come on were going out for a walk" he said

"Why, I have an essay to work on" I whined

"You'll never leave the house if I don't drag you out so come on" he said handing me my shoes

I put them on and grabbed a jacket because according to the weather it was meant to be a little bit chilly out today, Sapnap grabbed the house keys and pushed me out the door onto the street. We don't often go out on walks because neither of us like leaving the house that much if we were to go out it would most likely be in the car to just go for a drive.

The two of us walked down the street holding hands and swinging them back and forth as we took steps forwards. Sapnap clearly had a good idea of where he wanted to go because he was making turns all over the place. Eventually we ended up at the target not that far from our place and we went in looking at everything like you do in target and we topped up on some snacks for a movie night soon.

We left with our snacks and Sapnap dragged me to the nearest park so we could sit outside and get a bit more fresh air. The nearest park is actually the one that we went to on one of our first dates so we have good memories there, on one of the benches by the duck pond is where we had our first kiss and many more after that.

I always love going back to that park with Sapnap because each time we reminisce on the past and talk about the future which seems to change each time we come here. We walked to the exact bench that we had our first kiss on and sat down looking at the scenery. It had changed quite a bit since the first time we were here, there used to be a little play park for kids in the distance but now thats gone and is replaced with a small flower garden instead.

The first time we came here and we talked about the future all we wanted was to still be together after we left for college which of course happened, then the next time we wanted to move in together which we did and now. I'm not really sure what the future holds for us but I'm sure it will be interesting.

"Wow its been so long since we came here we have changed so much and achieved everything that we wanted to" he said

"I know its so weird to think that our last goal was to move in together and now we have been living together for 5 months where do you think we will end up in the future?" I asked

"On man I have no idea but I would love to still be living together and maybe in a bigger place and maybe even be engaged" he said

This shocked me I never expected him to say that but I guess that is the next logical step for us to take in our relationship.

"I like the sound of that" I said  

We went back home and Sapnap went to stream while I worked on my essay he didn't tell me how long he was going to stream for but it will probably be about 3 hours. So I sat down and got on with writing the last 15 pages of my essay which would probably take me the entire time he was streaming maybe longer.

My essay took me almost exactly 4 hours to do but when I tried to submit it it wouldn't upload which happens from time to time. I looked at the upload speed of the WiFi since Sapnap taught me how to do it and it was fine but I assumed that it was being used for something else. This problem has happened before when Sapnap is uploading a video so I assumed that was the issue.

It got up and walked to Sapnap’s streaming room waiting outside for a moment to double check that he wasn't still streaming, I waited a couple minutes and heard nothing so I knocked and went in.

As soon as I went in I saw that Sapnap was still streaming and his face cam was on which meant that I was now on his stream in front of however many people. I've never made such a stupid mistake especially one that outs my entire relationship, I just stood in shock not being able to move and get out of the shot. Sapnap had the exact same reaction his face was filled with shock and fear at the same time.

Nothing prepares you for the moment that you expose yourself live in front of probably 100,000 people or more who will record anything that happens. Nothing prepares you for the chaos that will ensue when you do the before mentioned thing and definitely nothing prepares you for the guilt you feel doing so.

"Um hi y/n" He said trying to make things less awkward

"Hey" I replied shyly

He motioned for me to come over because there was no point trying to hide this anymore since no one will believe anything we say now. I stood next to Sapnap luckily being short enough that I still fit in frame but he had obviously given up caring at this point because he pulled me down into his lap to sit while we talked to his chat. Again he did the thing where he rubs his thumb in a circle on my leg and this time it really was for comfort.

"Well chat this is y/n and shes my... girlfriend" he said

"Hi everyone" I said shyly

"Now chat I'm going to need you to be nice to her or I'll be angry because she is very precious to me" he said

His chat were going insane telling others to clip this and people getting way to excited about all of this and some were asking questions. The whole chat was going so incredibly fast that it was hard to read all the messages.

We answered some of the basic questions like how long we have been together and other things, people also asked if George and Dream knew which of course they did and they have made jokes about Sapnap having a girlfriend but no one ever took it too seriously. At one point dream joined the call and started mocking us for being stupid and exposing ourselves and he told some stories that he knew we wouldn't mind him saying which the chat enjoyed.

I started yawning more and more as I stayed on the stream because I wasn't keeping my mind busy my tiredness was taking over. I leant back into Sapnap to rest my head on his shoulder, he out his hand on my head running it through my hair which is very relaxing.

"Are you tired?" He asked

"No I'm fine I can stay awake" I said

"I don't want to hear it I know you've been awake for over 24 hours so you are going to sleep" he almost demanded

He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into a comfortable position where I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost right away forgetting that Sapnap was still streaming but it doesn't matter.

#sapnap #sapnap x reader #dsmp #mcyt #dreamteam #dream team

[bennyfeldman]

——- Look what you caused -- now i'm actually reaching out to be friends . hey , how's it going ? how did i even manage to make a list of this greatness ? ( from here -- @thatnattyice )

#chats; could share so many pointless stories #c; natalia dyer

[natromanxoff]

Record Mirror (July 14, 1979): 119/?

THE QUEEN BACKLASH ENDS HERE

WITHOUT DOUBT Queen are among that elite number of bands universally hated by the rock press.

The rancour is, make no mistake, mutual which is understandable. If you find yourself on the receiving end of an inveterate dislike at the outset of your career and watch it being nurtured and carefully cultivated over the next six years you’re bound to retaliate.

Queen’s hatred manifests itself by their continued habit of ignoring the music press i.e. refusing to give interviews. There is the occasional token “chat”, pointless as it is innocuous, but in the main it amounts to a blanket “No.”

One of the last interviews Freddie Mercury gave was the last nail in the perspex coffin. Under a headline which boldly asked ‘Is This Man A Prat?’ the king of the leotards was demolished by one of the old school Queen haters and Freddie obviously came to the conclusion, in its wake, that interviews in future would be both superfluous (he was popular enough) and detrimental.

The curtain, velvet naturally, closed.

Roger Taylor, a little wary, a little weary, sits stiffly in an armchair. The juggernauts rattling the Chelsea Street outside create a sonorous buzz bomb hum in the room.

You expect a member of Queen to look elegant. In fact Roger is only wearing a wine colour mohair jacket, black shirt and blue jeans.

He apologises for being a little late and explains how he went to the wrong address. Roger seems to be the only member of Queen left who is prepared, albeit rarely, to open his mouth in the presence of a hack. A question springs to mind . . . why?

“We all sat around a table before I flew over from Munich to discuss the press situation and we agreed I should be the one to represent the band. Freddie is very uncompromising and refuses to have much to do with journalists.

“Obviously, he’s had a few raw deals with them in the past,” observes Taylor.

Roger himself has a rather low view of the music press.

“Most of it is rubbish. There was something I liked recently, a piece on Malcolm McLaren, but in the main I think I’m the only one of Queen to actually read the music papers.”

Why does he think the band are systemically slagged?

“I think it’s because Queen have always come across as being a rather confident band. We seemed, to other people at least, to be very sure of ourselves. I think the press may have misconstrued the confidence, mistaking it for a form of arrogance. Hence they became wary of our motives which bred a dislike for our music.”

Now that’s what I call a neat conclusion.

At the risk of being sent to Coventry by my colleagues I’d like, if I may, to come clean. I love Queen (you’re fired, Ed).

I think it all began with a simple pre-packed but indisposable line – “Dynamite with a laser beam” and has continued uninterrupted (despite the occasional flaw) right through to ‘Queen Live Killers’.

A combination of reasons, Freddie Mercury’s lascivious lisp – the most attractive intonation known to man . . . Brian May’s reel ‘em off rococo riffs that would, in his capable hands, transform the theme music for ‘Waggoners’ Walk’ into a meisterwork . . . John Deacon’s almost stoic stance, incongruous yet integral . . . Roger Taylor’s intense power, so unexpected from one so slight . . . the ability to go over the top without failing into the trap of caricature . . . a desire to give the punters what they want without pandering . . . that cast iron confidence . . . those nine glorious winter weeks of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ which kept the cold away from my soul . . .

Yes, I love Queen.

Roger explains the story behind ‘Killers’ which features just about every Queen classic which ever found its way into a silk lined memory bank.

“We always knew that one day we would make a live album. I think it was well planned. About 90 per cent of our last European tour was recorded on a mobile unit and we then spent weeks sitting through the songs in the studio.

“The result is a 100 per cent LIVE album. Nothing has been touched up in the process of selection, I think that’s pretty rare these days. Many ‘live’ albums are tampered with.”

The choice of single is unusual – ‘Love Of My Life’. “It’s not so unusual when you hear the way it came out. The song seems to have such a wide appeal. Everywhere we go the reaction to it is the same. The audience are just bursting to sing along.”

The result is Queen’s best single since ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ (that was their LAST one crawler, ED)

As I mentioned earlier the band are currently residing in Munich where they are “experimenting” in the studio.

“We are recording in a totally different way for us,” says Roger who speaks with a delicate London accent only typical of cockneys with dramatic training and David Essex.

“Every time we entered a studio in the past we had a good idea of what we were going to do. This time we started from scratch and the result is amazing. The music is nothing like anything we’ve done before, I guess you could say it’s much simpler.”

And this novel approach to their music also extends to their shows. On their next British tour – in the late Autumn – the band will be playing much smaller venues than they are accustomed to.

“In London for example we went to play to audiences of about two or three thousand in different areas. I think it’s much fairer to the fans.”

But won’t this affect their stage show which is after all a crucial factor for any powerpomp outfit?

“Not really. We will just scale down the show accordingly. Besides,” he says taking another bite out of the biscuit, “we haven’t used dry ice in years.”

The monkey on Queen’s back, as corpulent and cantankerous as ever, has been put there by those who firmly believe the band can never emulate past achievements. Roger is cognizant of its presence but refuses to unpeel its bananas.

“That all began after ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’. When it stayed at number one all those weeks we were kindly informed that we would never be able to make another single to rival it both artistically and from the point of view of sales.

“Yet ‘We Are The Champions’ sold a great deal more and has since become the biggest selling single in the entire history of Elektra Asylum – our label in the States.

“We don’t do the amazingly complex things any more because we’ve moved on from that. We concentrate on the music we are doing now and we intend to do it the best we can, it’s ridiculous looking behind and and what you’ve done.

“There’s nothing like going back on the road to re-unite the bond between the four personalities and strengthening our belief in the band. We are a real working unit and, in my experience of the music business, one of the most democratic bands around today.”

A statement like that cries out to be expounded.

“People think every member of all the bands, not naming any names, are treated equally that is get the same money as their colleagues. That’s rubbish. In many bands there are a couple of guys that get all the money. The rest are on wages. Queen share the profits equally.”

And they don’t have a manager taking his cut either, John Reid departed a couple of years back and now the band themselves make all the major policy decisions. Why did they decide to dispense with the services of a manager?

“Basically because we were fed up with giving other people money. Y’know it never ceases to amaze me how naive those guys are in bands who have just had their first hit. After all this time I’ve forgotten just how naive we must have been at the beginning.

“I mean, everything seems so great when you get into the charts for the first time. You’re living on cloud nine and nothing else matters. But in truth that hit means absolutely nothing. So few people achieve any amount of financial success in this business.

“Oh, you think, you’re really living . . . for a while. Somebody gets you a flat in Chelsea and it’s all free. But one day the rent stops being paid for you and you realise you’re skint.

“Since John Reid has gone the four of us have always made a point of discussing everything together. We have various people working for us but all the important decisions are made by us alone. That way we get freedom of choice – and financial independence.”

My attention is suddenly diverted.

“FORTY-LOVE!” Wimbledon, the Persil White opiate for the hoi polloi squashed in a strawberry crush wrings out its perspiring petticoats on the TV in the next room.  Roger’s girlfriend, an extremely attractive French girl called Dominique, is engrossed. The couple have lived together for two years. Crippled old marriage questions permeate the air.

“I don’t believe in marriage,” says Roger. “It’s simply a contract and the fewer contracts I enter into the better. If you get on well with someone then there isn’t any harm in living with that person – but marriage is something else again.”

They live in a six bedroomed Victorian house just outside London, which is set in 20 acres. Roger has a “tiny” town house in Barnes as well. What’s it like having a bank full of money at the age of 29?

“I don’t hide away from life. Queen have never been one of those ‘being grabbed in the street’ type bands. It may happen when the four of us are together – but when we are out alone we are seldom bothered. That gives me the opportunity to enjoy myself. I go to clubs a lot. I like having a good time. I don’t think you could describe any of the band as leading sheltered lives.

“But I have completely lost touch with how much things cost. When you find yourself living in hotels for so long you never really deal in money as such. Everything is available whenever you want it – but you never see the cash actually being handed over.

“I’ve forgotten what it was like to be penniless which Queen were for years. I guess that must happen to many successful rock bands.”

Another thing that happens to many successful rock bands – they quit the country. But not Queen it appears.

“We have always based ourselves in England and I see no reason why we shouldn’t continue to do so. We could leave at any time but we choose to stay. People believe we are tax exiles because we spend a lot of the time out of the country recording in studios all over Europe and touring.”

And what will happen when the band finally trudge wearily down the road leading to that  ivory strewn elephants’ graveyard . . . ?

“I know it’s bound to happen one day. I suppose I’d take a long, long holiday . . . and then make a solo album.”

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #dominique beyrand #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #record mirror #record mirror july 1979 #queen scans

[imagine-that]

Reading Day

Part 1 to The Will and The Way — Series masterlist can be found here

Summary: and so the story begins…

Pairing: OC x Thor x Loki (love triangle) (not really in this chapter yet)

Warnings: None

Despite the early hour, Asgard was far from quiet. In fact, the entire city was buzzing with an odd mix of excitement and mourning. King Odin had passed many months ago, but the love for him among his people was strong as ever. 

Still, today was a day of great importance. Asgard had been without a proper leader for far too long, the people were ready for the change that was certain to come this morning. Odin had picked up on the habits of Midgardians, and he’d been wise enough to write out what they called a will, ensuring his final wishes were set in stone, unable to be changed at the whim of any one.

He had even had an enchantress come and mark the document with a seal, a binding of its words that could not be tarnished, nor tainted by anything other than her own power.

While some citizens found this practice odd, others did not question it, given Prince Loki’s habit of slipping through the cracks and making choices for the throne on his own. To them, this was a security blanket. To him, it was a massive brick wall in the way.

“Astrid! Wake up! It is time for the royal will to be read, we must hurry.” The young girls roommate urged, pulling her out of bed by her arm, earning loud grumbles from under the covers.

“We are both a part of the royal staff, if we do not show, you know someone will scold us!” The other girl says, begging for her friend to awaken.

“No one will notice our absence. But if you are so worried of such an unlikely occurrence, go on without me.” The covered girl orders, her voice groggy with sleep. For a palace maid, Astrid had never been one for mornings. She preferred nights, where she could watch the stars in peace.

Finally, after a beat of silence, she groaned in what sounded like agony and literally rolled out of the bed, her fiery reddish hair emerging from the blanket oasis she’d been in seconds before.

“Go, go. I will just get dressed and join you.” She insists, her full lips curling into a grin as her friend hesitantly runs off to join the mornings preparations. From what they’d both been told, there would be a grand ball in the name of whichever of the princes “won” everything.

For Astrid, the competition between the two was pointless and frivolous. There were more important issues in the world than who got to call themself king. It should matter more which of them would rule Asgard with a steady and fair hand, not which looked better with a crown and a throne.

To her, the will was merely a reminder of the Kings dramatics with his sons, along with the competitive nature the two of them shared with each other.

“Besides, Prince Thor is the one with the advantage. He always had Odin’s favor really.” She thought to herself as she tied her hair back into a twist, her daily hairstyle of choice.

The only royal Astrid had ever really taken a liking to was Frigga. She had been one of the maids who spent most of their time in her wing of the castle, and she had always been a friendly, kind woman to the staff. There were even a few times that the Queen had offered Astrid and her friends favors, small things to make their jobs easier or to make their free time more enjoyable.

Astrid could remember a handful of times where Frigga had walked through the gardens with her, just to chat with someone outside her circle. Though she was never one of her ladies maids, Astrid might as well have been. The two of them were much closer than she remembered any of the other staff being with anyone, since she hardly counted those that the princes (mostly Thor) schmoozed with or seduced to be “close” to them.

In fact, Astrid had been in the room when Queen Frigga was murdered and she carried that memory with her everyday, every time she walked into the room that she had perished in. Honestly, she was surprised the king continued to use the space, but she knew better than to say anything about it.

As she looked over her plain appearance in the mirror, Astrid wondered what could possibly have the whole kingdom in such a frenzy over papers that no doubt held nothing but Thors name.

She ran down the hallway, worried about being late now that that realization had finally hit and she started a sort of jog, rounding a corner and nearly slamming directly into another.

“Oh! By the norns, I am sorry your highnesses. I should not be running in a palace, it is rude.” She scolds herself, her freckled cheeks going a light pink.

“No apologies necessary, we run through the palace all the time, it is the only way to get around in manageable time.” Thor states with an easy smile, and Astrid laughed tensely, wanting to leave the situation immediately before the harsher brother spoke up and she lost her job.

Still, Loki only eyed her up and down and let out something between a scoff and a sigh before turning and continuing on his way.

Thor gives her a small wave, the swoonworthy smile still glued to his face and making her lose track of thoughts, but he finally turns away and follows his brother, bringing her senses back and sending her racing down the hall once more, her shoes pattering on the shimmering floor loudly as she goes.

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“People of Asgard, we have gathered here today for the reading of the will of our beloved King Odin. In this will, we will learn where his assets have been placed and in turn, who the position on the thrown will be passed down to.” A royal official decrees from the balcony of the golden palace.

What seemed to be all of Asgard cheered, but the princes themselves looked less than disinterested. Loki was all but glaring down at the crowd below, staring down every last citizen, his eyes just grazing over a redheaded maid as he looked on, until his eyes reached the figure standing next to him. Thor, the figure in question, was too busy focusing on his hammer to see if it had been chipped or scratched on his way here to care what the man was saying, to which Loki rolled his eyes.

“At least pretend to pay attention brother. They may be your people soon afterall.” Loki hissed through gritted teeth, rolling his eyes again at the aloof nature of his brother.

“Lighten up Loki. It is not as though it would go to anyone else. We are both in the running, this is not a new idea.” Thor says back, leaning against the balcony, finally looking down to eye up the large crowd below. 

The crowd consisted of every citizen of Asgard, but it was still an organized group. All the regular people were in the center of it all, guards in the back in case anything dire were to happen, and palace staff at the front so they could be closest to the entrance, quick access to get in and prepare for the nights festivities to come. 

Thor’s wandering eyes landed quickly on the same redhead as Loki’s, a small grin growing at the sight of her disinterest matching his own. In a way he felt they were sort of kindred spirits, both seeing this as a boring formality. Either that, or she just didn’t care. Whichever the answer was, Thor found her bored sigh and relaxed posture amusing to say the least. 

He quickly moved his gaze from her, noticing other members of the audience for their own specific traits. Thor wasn’t the sly or mischievous brother, but he and Loki did share their keen eyes to detail, something they’d both gotten from Frigga.

Down on the ground, Astrid let out another loud sigh, waiting for it to be over. It wasn’t really that she didn’t want to see who got everything, but with the weight of the ball that came after relying heavily on the maids, she just wanted to go inside and get to work so they could all rest earlier rather than later.

The palace staff was never overworked perse, but in times of glamorous parties, they were the most imperative part of the planning in order for it to go seamlessly. Astrid took pride in the work she did, and she knew plenty other maids who could say the same.

“Enjoy the moment Astrid! It is not every day we see who the next ruler of Asgard will be! soak it in!!” Another young maid named Signe said with a giggle.

“I know I know. I just wish it was closer to the time of the ball so we could have more time to get everything ready.” She groans back, leaning against one of the many fountains surrounding the courtyard.

Her friends collectively rolled their eyes.

“We have put together much more complicated parties than this one. The worst part is hanging the banners, and I am sure some of the guards will help with that.” Her roommate Liv chimes in, making them all, including Astrid, giggle. 

Liv was the flirtiest of their bunch, and she had a knack for convincing the guards or butlers or stableboys or pretty much any man to do the harder parts for them. No one complained about it, given that the tasks usually required an annoying amount of time standing and holding things above your head for who knows how long while you waited for someone to grab it and hang it, a task no one would enjoy.

“They are supposed to protect us anyway, now they are just protecting us from overexertion too.” Liv always said with a shrug and a giggle. 

Astrid watches up above at the tall balcony, shading her eyes from the bright and warm sun. She stares as if willing the man to continue his proclamation, still waiting for the opportunity to retreat back into the castle.

As if on cue, the papers are picked back up, and he continues on.

“I, King Odin, being of sound mind and body, decree that my worldly possessions, including all monetary and physical assets be distributed as follows” He starts, stopping to turn and give Loki a glare when he scoffs at the use of Midgardian languages and practices. Loki merely shrugs as though completely innocent in response.

The announcer clears his throat and continues on. “Should my wife Frigga predecease me, A quarter of my monetary assets must be given to my eldest son Thor Odinson. Another quarter goes to my younger son Loki Odinson. The remainder shall be distributed in ways to help Asgard flourish, as well as to the heir to the throne.” He reads, and the crowd goes completely silent, confused by the lack of a named heir.

“I leave my son Thor Odinson the armour left in the royal armory, the staff I have carried as king, the Midgardian artifacts, and the power over the royal guard. He shall make an excellent leader to them all.” He states, and Thor’s face drops at the lack of a throne in his list.

“To my son Loki Odinson, I leave my gold helmet, the library of the palace, the west wing of the palace, and the throne I have sat upon to make my decrees. May he find read much wisdom while he sits in a fine chair.” Loki laughs a testy, angry sort of laugh.

The audience remains speechless, staring up in a mix of confusion and fear. Not once had any of them thought anyone other than the princes would take reign over their kingdom. Now, it looked like neither of them would.

“Finally, I leave the crown, the throne, and leadership over Asgard, as well as the palace and power over its staff to Astrid Ivarsdottir.” The man finishes, clearly having not read the will in full before now, given the look of shock on his face and the way he brought the parchment that much closer to his face.

Astrids breath hitched and her hands gripped tightly around the edges of the fountains frame. Her knuckles were going white, she was going white. Everything around her was moving in a sort of slow motion, her ears ringing loudly. 

“Who?!” Someone called out, and a chorus of others chimed in. Soon enough, the crowd was in hysterics, trying to find out who this girl was.

Meanwhile, the princes were just as anxious. Loki was livid, snarling at the man as though he’d been the one to be so cruel to the boys, and not their own father.

“How in the norns did this happen?!” He demanded, looking quite ready to strangle the poor guy.

“Loki murder is not the answer!” Thor said, pulling his brother away.

“Well then finding this girl and how she managed to convince our father to play such a cruel trick on his own sons is!” He growls back, analyzing the chaos below. 

Then, he saw her. The redhead from before, the one who ran into them both in the hall, the one who caught their eyes. The girl was pale as a sheet, staring into nothing, breathing heavy. Loki knew instantly the girl they were looking for was her. And he made sure Thor knew it too. 

“Astrid? Astrid!” Liv whispered, not wanting more attention on them. She carefully splashes Astrids back with the cool water from the fountain behind her, earning a gasp in response.

“Thanks.” Astrid mumbles, slowly returning to herself.

But when she looks back up at Liv, she sees a guards finger pointed at her. And then she sees thousands of pairs of eyes. And all of them are on her.

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[wrenhyperfixates]

Loki Series Thoughts—The Variant

With the release of episode 2, I’m back with another analysis. Spoilers ahead!! This will be a combination of personal thoughts, theories, and objective analysis. This is overall, a positive review, so if you do not want to see that, I would not recommend continuing to read. I am however more than open to some friendly debate and discussion over any and all of the following points, whether you agree or disagree with them.

With all that being said, let’s dive in:

I feel gypped on the Holding out for a Hero fight scene. I mean, I liked how the scene was shot, especially with the whole loudspeaker thing (it set the mood very well), but where’s Loki fighting to that song?

Alright, I might as well address the elephant in the room: Is Loki OOC? Well, for my money, the answer is both yes and no. And I don’t mean to be wishy-washy; it really kind of depends on how you define OOC and/or who exactly you take this Loki to be.

What does OOC mean? To me, the literal definition of “out of character” would be the character acting in a way unlike they’ve been seen acting before. Likewise, according to Collins Dictionary it would be defined as “not typical of the apparent character of a person or thing.” Now, that’s a bit too black and white. What if you have a character in a new situation, how do you know how they’d react? By analyzing their past actions and seeing if they line up. And if you stop at this point and deem Loki entirely OOC, well you’re allowed to and that’s valid. I, however, would not say entirely is the word to use. Somewhat, yes, but not terribly and not inexcusably so. I’ll come back to this in a moment.

Who is this Loki? He’s the one right after the Avengers, of course, but he’s something different too. Think about it, the whole series is centered around how different choices can shape the very fabric of the universe. Wouldn’t it stand to reason that changes in Loki’s story would cause him to behave differently than what we’ve seen before? This is, in essence, a different Loki, albeit one who’s own narrative is shaped by a shared backstory with ours. It even says it on his jacket in big, bright letters: VARIANT. So while he shouldn’t be too dissimilar from the Loki we know, I do not think we can entirely look to the old to determine the new.

Now that we have that out of the way, we’re back to my somewhat noncommittal answer of the original question. Loki has some moments that seem OOC, but almost always has a (valid) reason for acting that way, both in and out of universe.

Loki’s OOC moments:

◦ The Renaissance Fair: And I by no means think this applies to his whole spiel. In fact, I think it was largely in character. What got me was “Which is absurd, because my people are, by nature, gullible fools. A trait that I, the God of Mischief, exploited time and time again simply by listening.” And then again, right after B-15 announces they are one unit away from red line. Though, my issue with the latter is how rushed it is. This could make sense because he’s worried about having time to finish his ploy. It’s a small thing to harp on for sure, though, for the point I am trying to make.

◦ In the hallway: This is where I think he’s most OOC. It feels rambley and pointless. More a desperate plea than a calculated last resort.

◦ With the librarian: I was hesitant to put this one in, but he seemed a bit unsure at points in his dialogue here. The inflection of his voice in the middle just sounded, like I said, unsure.

◦ The cafeteria (both times): More so in the first. The metaphor was, like Loki himself said, clumsy. But what I really think is OOC here is how excitable and obvious he is after Mobius concedes, “Not bad.” And the only thing on their second cafeteria chat is at the very end. His response of “I know” to being called clever, once again has an inflection to it that I would not typically associate with Loki—it’s too pronounced.

◦ Pompeii (beginning of scene only): Loki seems pretty flippant about the whole thing in the immediate moments after their arrival. (As an aside, I don’t think he’s necessarily unsympathetic here; he knows what happens and to keep himself safe and prove his point, he can’t branch the timeline.) To be quite honest, I think he might just be goading Mobius as he’s done to our God of Mischief many a time already.

◦ Before Roxxcart: He seems nervous, and his speech is a bit rushed again. Then again, this is something he wants—to be better. I’d think he’d be a bit more calm about it, though. Then again, with everything that’s happened recently, maybe it’s a natural response?

The reasons why he seems OOC:

◦ It’s on purpose: He knows what they think of him. If he plays into that, even in an exaggerated way, they’re not going to call bs on it.

◦ He’s been through a lot/Not our Loki: Like I mentioned earlier, not only is this a new environment, it’s a new Loki. He’s been shaped differently from our Loki because of how he was immediately thrust into the world of the TVA after many traumatic experiences.

◦ It’s an acting choice: No, it’s not one you have to agree with. But I believe Tom could be doing it to highlight moments where Loki is saying things he personally does not actually believe or that he knows others believe. Just to distinguish from the more calculated lying he does.

So, are there moments when Loki acts OOC? Yes. Is it inexplicable? No. Are the answers to those questions always the same from person to person? No, because like so many things, it’s all about how you frame it. And, of course, every person perceives each moment of time through their own eyes, with their own thoughts, in their own ways.

Loki has plenty of moments in character, too. In fact, I’d say he was overwhelmingly in character, for my understanding of it. In the earlier parts of the Renaissance Fair he is witty and lying with ease. At all other points that I didn’t mention, I found his vocabulary and inflection perfectly fine. I can’t think of any one moment his hand gestures particularly stuck out to me as out of place. And during his impromptu magic lesson, he seemed so sure of himself. He has snark without being rude. His interactions with “the variant” are on point. Even in the majority of the Pompeii scene, he’s not acting OOC, he’s just acting. He wanted to make an over-exaggerated splash to test his theory. Between that and speaking Latin, aren’t we seeing his cunning and wit?

Well, with that divisive and slightly negative topic out of the way, let’s move onto Mobius, his character, and his role in the show. He’s a bit different than the Mobius we see last time. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still moments where he seems to be manipulating Loki, or at least attempting to (the walk to the elevator; dangling a meeting with the Time Keepers in front of Loki’s face). In episode two, he’s presented as a victim. Mobius is just as much a slave to the “sacred timeline” as those living in it. He can’t go into the world and do the things he wants to do. Even any questions about time that Loki has, he answers seemingly by rote (perhaps drilled into his brain through propaganda?) or he can’t explain well (note, two times he somewhat hesitantly deems what Loki says as “an oversimplification”).

We’re also told that Mobius has a soft spot for broken things. That seems like a bold thing to say if Mobius hasn’t done something big before. Has he possibly ever used a variant like this before? Could he even possibly have a deeper connection to the rouge variant? Probably not on that second one, but it’s not wholly impossible. Though, going back to “has he done this before?” (and get ready for me to get absolutely insane now) do the rings on the table have deeper symbolic meaning pertaining to this? Yes, it could have just been for comedy, it may have just been a cool shot, but why put so much focus and emphasis on it like that with the camera and dialogue if it has no significance. Basically what I mean is, it’s symbolic of Mobius messing up. He messed up Renslayer’s table, maybe he botched a mission. Or maybe he even screwed up when working with another variant. Regardless of whether that’s symbolism, we do see him have a soft spot for the people at the hurricane shelter.

Mobius’s role in episode 1 was trying to break down Loki and recruit him. In this episode, he was more of a guide, more of a friend. Yes, there are lines like at Roxxcart when he says he knows he can’t be trusted, but there’s also a lot of camaraderie between the two. By the time Loki and Mobius are having their second chat in the cafeteria, they seem familiar with each other, engaging in what seems to be a friendly bout of verbal sparring. They seem, at very least, fond of each other, and I believe Mobius is, to some extent, on Loki’s side.

In fact, Mobius and Loki share something in common; they want something more than what the time keepers have preordained for them, even if Loki is more ready to admit that. Mobius is still, however, playing the part he’s been assigned, his “glorious purpose.” And, yes that includes some digs like that at Loki, whether Loki’s in the room or not, and whether they’re subtle or not. Is “I’ll delete him myself. He’s really arrogant.” really a dig though? I mean, it sounds like he could just be saying what Renslayer wants to hear. And when he talks about Loki wanting something more, wanting to change, I don’t think he’s actually talking about Loki. With the inflection and stage whisper, it almost sounds like he’s projecting. Remind you of anyone? Mobius will likely end up helping Loki, or may even turn into a tragic hero, his fatal flaw being his unwillingness to admit the TVA is not infallible.

The TVA workers. Isn’t odd how some of them have names and others don’t? Do they name themselves? More likely, I think whoever is in charge of a branch of the TVA gets a name, and all underlings get the less than human mix of letters and numbers with which to identify themselves. It also seems that the people with the most personality are the ones with names. B-15 has a personality, sure, but it’s more just in line with “I work for the TVA. This is what they want. I will do exactly that.” It’s almost lacking something that the named characters have lying beneath the surface of their character arc.

And then she gets enchanted, and if Wunmi Mosaku wasn’t already shining with the limited story for the character, oh boy she is now. When B-15 comes to, she is scared. It’s on her face and in that little shuddered breath. And when asked what happened, she seemed so unsure, timid. I’m definitely interested to see how that progresses!

Back to the workers in general, they didn’t seem as sad about their coworkers this episode as in the last. Even with C-20 it seemed to be a respect thing. I mean, they reset the timeline with their colleagues lying dead on the floor. I think in a lot of scenarios, dead soldiers would be given a proper burial.

Ravonna Renslayer and the time keepers. Renslayer is even more steadfastly devoted to the sacred timeline and the time keepers than anyone else. Why? Well, I think it’s because she is the time keepers. Any time they’re brought up, it’s quickly explained away with a simple “they’re busy.” That’s because they’re not real. But Renslayer sure seems chummy with them, huh? What other reason then its her timeline she has everyone protecting.

Then again, she may only be second in command, but not to the time keepers. (I mean, omniscient and omnipotent beings who are relatively aloof and unreachable? They’re perfectly set up to be revealed as not real. Plus the constant non-answers when it comes to them, I’ll be more surprised if they’re real than if they’re not.) But in the comics, her plot line is interwoven with that of Kang the Conqueror, a time traveler, among many other things. Even more likely than her being in charge, is him being in charge.

And now for the variant. It’s not Lady Loki, we all know that right? Ok, that comes off a bit harsh, but she is listed as Sylvie in the credits for languages other than English. This was also who Sophia Di Martino was previously listed as on IMDb. I won’t get into her story in the comics now, but I’d bet we’ll take elements of that in her story in the series. And if you’re still not convinced that’s who this is, why have her blonde? It just doesn’t make sense to change that about her. Plus, Sylvie takes on the name of Enchantress. What does Loki say her powers are? Enchantments. She doesn’t want to be called Loki either. She does say the main Loki variant is her, but if she’s framing him or taking on his persona for her crimes, why stop now? Her language is distinctly un-Loki like, too. She also boldly declares “This isn’t about you.” And finally, there’s the foreshadowing in Loki’s line, “I would never treat me like this.”

I only wonder what her motives are. Is she looking for revenge on the Loki from her timeline? Or perhaps she’s working fo him? Maybe he’s dead and she’s avenging him? Or he’s alive and she wants to grab his attention? Maybe she has motives all her own. And what of Mephisto? Does he actually play a part in this? I’m just spitballing, I need more information.

When Loki finds the file. No. Like. Give a detailed description of this please!!!!! He thinks he’s evil. That he causes all that death with malicious intent. Even if he doesn’t, there’s clear pain over the destruction of Asgard. And look at his eyes, the only thing we’re shown as he process the information fully for the first time. He’s hurt, confused. Disappointed and angry with himself. The bit we’re shown of his face before it zooms in on his eyes portrays this too. He looks so lost in that shot. And he looks to be tearing up a bit.

Maybe I’m just being dumb, but what does it mean 9,719 casualties? Didn’t they all escape? His face as the scene zooms back out is... defeated. Scared. Scarred. He’s barely holding it together. Then something else catches his eye, giving him an idea. And I’m sure more than anything he wants to be distracted from the storm in his mind. So yeah, he’ll happily throw himself into his work. The epiphany on his face as he’s still recovering and discovering new things is just so perfect too.

The confrontation at Roxxcart. This was really well done, I felt. Loki felt in character, and he was fighting smartly, using what he could. Because clearly the enchantment also lent Sylvie’s powers to the person. But Loki manages to hang in there and dig for information while keeping the battle going.

He gets mad, too. He starts yelling. And that makes sense. He wants answers, and for so long he’s been denied them; it’s a recurring theme in his life. He’s losing control of himself a bit here. And that’s a large part of the reason why he goes through the time door. Loki doesn’t want to lose control again. I don’t even know if it was exactly a betrayal of the TVA. I don’t think he’s on their side, but I think he just saw that he couldn’t lose the variant again. Because for what he says his plan is, he wouldn’t have followed the variant. However, he does because he wants answers.

What about that plan though? I’m working a bit in reverse with this scene I realize, but bear with me. That look on his face as he stands, it’s calculating. I think he’s lying about his plan. I think he’s trying to bring the variant in, not work with them.

Also, I’m so concerned for C-20. What’s real? I want to know!! But we’re already getting a feel for Sylvie’s powers. The people she enchants live, but they’ve seen something they’d rather not. What other reason is there for the similar way B-15 and C-20 act? And I know she mentions telling Sylvie the time keeper’s location, but really, it’s their location to her knowledge. It doesn’t necessarily mean they exist. Or maybe it’s just Kang.

And Mobius at the very end of this scene, the very end of the confrontation, the very end of the episode. The last thing is him calling after Loki. And he sounds genuine, almost. It didn’t sound like he was fearful for his own life, but rather more worried for Loki. Though, maybe I have that confused and it’s worried about Loki. Whatever the reason, it sounded like genuine fear in his voice to me.

Finally, some random thoughts that didn’t fit anywhere:

Gugu Mbatha-Raw is so talented. I mean, I got a lot of emotion from Renslayer. Confident and proper at the beginning, panicked and afraid at the end. Even in her talks with Mobius, there’s many subtleties to pick apart. I think it’s heavily implied through her words and actions that she’s evil.

The casual magic use was great. Hope there’s more.

Why do setting off reset charges in the main timeline have a different effect than setting them off in the branch timelines? Like shouldn’t it wipe it, not make branches?

Loved all the rapport happening in the episode. There was a lot of good dialogue.

Despite the manipulations going on, I like the relationship forming between Mobius and Loki. I think they make a nice little duo.

I love all the Loki variants we’re shown. Very, very interesting. Just give us Jötunn Loki for real, please.

Loki was very clever this episode, particularly with figuring out you could hide in an apocalypse and at Roxxcart.

Does Roxxcart have a link to Roxxon?

Their little motto thing is a bit creepy. “For all time. Always.” Sounds like it’s just part of their propaganda.

“You see, I know something children don’t. No one bad is ever truly bad. And no one good is ever truly good.” I love this line. Seriosuly, why not use this sound bite in the trailers? Loki himself is morally gray, and I love that we’re addressing this fact of life; the world is not all black and white, not all good and bad.

CASEY!!!

In the second cafeteria scene, there is a guard in full armor just standing there. I guess they’re monitoring the employees. How likely does whoever is in charge think it would be for an uprising of sorts to happen?

Between sleepy Loki, him putting that jacket on, his hair, that talking to himself and that annoyed little shh in the library, and just being the happy goof that he is deep down (Miss Minutes scene and salad metaphor) Loki was just so adorable this episode.

I think it’s important Mobius said sorry when talking about ragnarok. He knows Loki cares.

Mobius does kind of understand Loki when saying he has an “insecure need for validation.” He’s right, honestly, albeit harsh. But that’s all he wanted throughout the Thor movies too, not to be looked down upon. To be treated as equal. As worthy.

Of Mobius’s two options for why he’s sticking his neck out for Loki, I think they both hold some truth.

Interesting how TVA agents like to keep souvenirs from lives they can never live. Though maybe Renslayer keeps them for a different reason. Like from timelines that were particularly a threat to order—her order.

The score is still on point. Loving the theremin.

Wow an explanation pertaining to time travel I’ve found no holes in. It’s unstable and they have to enter in real time (furthest point on the branch) because of that. Ok, yeah. Checks out.

I’m so glad they kept the title card from last week. I like it so much better than the one from the trailers, and it fits the vibe of the show better.

Is it bad I want all these new branches to red line? I think it seems a little too early into the show for that to happen, but maybe a few of them will? Perhaps improbable but not impossible. But think of the chaos! What better playground for the God of Mischief than a universe thrown into disarray.

And now, my final thoughts. A very good episode with a mainly in character Loki. I like how we’re slowly learning more with what’s going on, while still keeping an element of mystery. Though, Marvel’s twists aren’t landing as well as I think they were hoping (assuming I’m right of course. I’ve seen plenty of other people who were thinking along the same lines though, so). It’s lacking a certain je ne sais quoi that Glorious Purpose had, but I still enjoyed it. Overall, 8/10. Let’s just hope my rating doesn’t go down point with every episode.

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Ship: Freed x Laxus [Fraxus]

Rating: Teen

Alternate Links: Fanfiction, Archive of our Own

Request: Something based off the official Rockband Raijinshuu art.

Summary: Being a rockstar, Laxus had to endure far too many chat shows. Usually he would grin and bear it, let the pointlessness of it roll off his back, but not this time. He was alone, forced to keep his budding relationship with Freed secret, and done with it. Fucking done with it all! But he had a way to fix it, and all it would take was a little courage.

Notes: This was a request by @fuckyeahfraxus. Just a warning, it has a bit of homophobia near the end, but nothing too vicious. I hope you enjoy it.

The Life Of A Song

Fuck chat shows. Fuck their hosts. Fuck their producers. Fuck their directors. Fuck their too-hot lighting, their stupid uncomfortable sofas, their tiny changing room's, their cramped green rooms with too many camera, their always cheering audiences and their utter lack of anything interesting or unique. Fuck the whole damn thing.

But Laxus' opinions on the matter weren't important. What did matter was that he smiled, laughed, told anecdotes and sat in a way that showed off his thighs and crotch just enough so that his Twitter stans - what a shitty word - made him trend once it was over.

Still, fuck chat shows.

This particular show, Late With Jase, was one of the worst. The host was young, overly enthusiastic, and his name was Jason rather than Jase which pissed Laxus off more than it should. He'd somehow dragged an audience of Netflix only watchers back to mainstream, with a mix of meme crap that Laxus cringed at, and celebrity gossip that would make a tabloid envious. But the ratings were skyrocketing, celebrities who went there usually got a boost in sales of their latest projects, and Laxus' manager had insisted he take his turn.

It would have been fine, were he not alone. If Ever, Bix and Freed were with him, they could take the responsibility and he could fade into the background. They had been a band for years, and that was how they always dealt with interviews. But they weren't there, because according to their management, Laxus was the moneymaker and all they needed.

"So Laxus," Jason turned in his chair to look at him. "Let's talk about Thunderstruck. What a success that's been? You must be thrilled.”

"It's doing well, yeah," Laxus nodded. He wanted to cringe at his words.

"It's doing more than well. You can hardly escape it," Jason laughed, and the crowd laughed with him. Laxus chuckled, even though he didn't find it funny. "But this is the first song that you've written, isn't it? And it's one of the most popular you've had. Must feel good."

"Well, it wasn't just me," Laxus swallowed slightly. "Everything we make is collaborative. Freed worked with the lyrics a lot, and Ever composed it."

"They're your bass player and electric guitar player, right?"

"I wouldn't call them mine," Laxus mumbled slightly.

There was a beat of awkward silence, and Laxus relished it just a little. Jason recovered quickly, which was annoying, and flashed a happy smile. Laxus would have preferred the man to stew in the uncomfortable silence, it would be a fitting response to him being dismissive of the band's contributions, but perhaps it was a childish way to think of things.

"Well we'll be hearing the song live at the end of the show," Jason continued, and Laxus' eyebrow twitched. The rest of the band were in the damn building and yet were being treated like shit. "But let's talk a bit about how you came to write it. Heavy rock and love songs have a troubled history, and you managed to make a hit out of it."

"Just lucky I guess," He shrugged. "Got good people around me too."

"Don't be so modest," Jason dismissed. Laxus wasn't being modest; luck was the dominant factor in successful music and without the band, Laxus would be fucked. "So, take us back. Where did the idea start."

"Well, hard to pinpoint I guess," Laxus murmured. "But, I suppose it was at the end of our last tour."

——

Performing live was indescribable. It was an assault on all his senses, in the very best way.

Everything was exhilarating. The feeling of vibrations on the stage, the cheers, roars and singing from the crowd, the sweat running down his back, the roar of his voice cutting through his throat as he sang. It all flowed through him, removing any sense of doubt or self consciousness he might have. On stage, before a stadium of fans, he was Laxus Fucking Dreyar. King, God and Dragon. Nothing was better.

They were on their last song of the set, a roaring anthem that the crowd could sing along to. It was thrilling to hear a song he'd worked on sung by thousands. Freed's words were being screamed at them, with the passion and love of their fan base. It was indescribable.

"We are The Thunder God's Tribe," Laxus yelled into the microphone as the instrumental began. The crowd roared in response.

Freed, Ever and Bix held the crowd's attention, and Laxus looked over the gathered mass of thousands. They were all there for them, because they loved them and wanted to experience them in person. A loud roar of appreciation cut through the stadium as Bickslow finished a drum solo that always brought the house down. How he managed to do that night after night while never screwing it up was beyond Laxus, but it was incredible.

Laxus sang the final verse, putting his whole heart into the performance. It was the last show of the tour, the last time they'd sing in front of a crowd like this for two years. He loved songwriting, but this was the best part of his work. The crowd, the music, the experience.

God he would miss this. This high. This buzz.

The lights died around them as the song ended, plunging them into darkness as the crowd roared their appreciation. The four of them could still see their fans as they cheered and yelled, and they took a few moments to appreciate it. He would miss this.

As they were taken from the stage, the adrenaline didn't waver. Laxus could run a marathon, deadlift any weight, swim any ocean in those moments. It was pure euphoria.

Evergreen trailed off to her dressing room first, scraping her nails down her bodyguard's chest before dragging him in with her. They were no longer pretending they were simply platonic anymore; Bickslow walking in on them must have removed any hope they could keep their relationship a secret. Good for them; Ever worked hard and deserved a big man to fill her bed.

Bix's groupies appeared out of nowhere, two men and a woman. They clung to the drummers bare chest instantly, and he cackled as he was dragged away for a night of depravity and booze. Laxus grinned; the party boy really had hit his stride this year.

Glancing at Freed, he saw the man looking equally amused.

A shared moment of eye contact sent a pulse of heat through Laxus. They stared at one another for a moment, and Laxus found his eyes crawling over Freed's shirtless torso without shame before he could stop it. Hard muscle and flexing abs were fully shown, and the heat in Laxus' face settled down lower. The rush of the performance was still running through him and he knew he wasn't in his right mind, but dammit Freed looked fucking hot in that moment. Tousled, sweating, shirtless; who could fucking resist that?

Laxus had always known Freed was hot. They spent hours upon hours together, it couldn't be missed. But he'd never thought too hard about it. You didn't fuck your badnmates. You didn't fuck your male bandmate.

And if he weren't coursing with adrenaline and dunk off of the cheers, he might have stopped.

With a stride, he surged forward and wrapped a hand around the back of Freed's neck. He pulled the man against him, pressing their lips together in a passionate, needy, energetic kiss. Freed dragged him back, pushing himself against the wall and taking Laxus with him. Hands were roaming over his chest, and Laxus groaned as they slid lower.

"Wait," Laxus whispered, pulling apart. A string of spit hung between them, and Laxus felt a twisted form of delight at it.

"What?" Freed asked, and his husky voice ran down Laxus' spine.

"We better take it inside," Laxus murmured, and Freed grinned.

They snuck into the nearest changing room, locking the door behind them. It was only in the next morning, when Laxus' mind was focused on something other than mindless, unadulterated pleasure, that he began writing a song. That he felt the need to write in a way that he'd never felt before.

Because kissing Freed was music. A high unmatched by anything else, and one that Laxus would find himself addicted to.

——

"And how did it come about?" Jason probed. "You've never written before. Did you find your muse?"

He had. But Jason didn't get to know it. Not that their manager would let it happen.

"Well, you know how bands work. You tour, make an album, then tour with the album," Laxus shrugged, reaching for his glass of water. "Your mind goes into production mode, I guess. You see things a little different, put a little creative spin on the things happening around you. Something struck me and I started writing," He laughed, awkward. "Not that interesting, really."

Not the fake story he'd been told to say, anyway.

The audience didn't seem to care about how crap the anecdote actually was, and applauded his words for some reason. Jason forced out a laugh, as if his statement had been a self-deprecating joke rather than a simple fact. What he'd been told to say wasn't interesting.

"Well, maybe you weren't struck by some divine intervention, but whatever happened it certainly worked out well," Jason continued, and the small screen beside him showed the album cover. Laxus hated the cover, it was just him. Not the four of them. It should be the four of them, or none of them at all. "It shot to the top of the charts and seems like it'll be there for a long time. That must feel good."

"It's incredible," Laxus agreed, and it was.

"So talk us through the writing process," Jason promoted, grinning. "I can't imagine you hunched over a desk night after night?"

"Well, the first draft only took a couple hours, really," Laxus confessed, blushing a little. The lights would cover it, but it was still embarrassing. "But me and Freed spent a couple nights together, and it became what you've been hearing."

——

"You always this tried?" Laxus chuckled, placing a takeout cup of coffee beside Freed.

The bassist blinked slowly up at Laxus, removing his face from its resting place against his arm. He glanced towards the coffee he'd been given with a thankful smile. Laxus smiled a little as Freed sat up straight, running a hand through his loose hair and letting it flow over his shoulders. He had bags under his eyes and a yawn split open his lips.

Laxus found himself slightly transfixed by the sight of Freed picking up the coffee, bringing it to his lips and drinking it in large gulps. His throat bobbed, pale skin stretching and chords tightening.

"Better to be tired that not focused," Freed smirked a little as he placed his coffee down.

"I think me looking at you is exactly the kinds focus we need," He grinned, and Freed chuckled.

The two of them were writing alone. After a fair amount of hesitation, Laxus had shown Freed the draft lyrics he'd written, and Freed had instantly presented ideas on how to fine tune it. He hadn't been patronising - nor had he teased Laxus about the fact he'd written a damn love song about him - and instead decided to encourage and help him make it a hit. They'd spent three subsequent nights in their studio, completely alone, and Laxus was loving it.

He'd never written a song before. Words weren't his forte, at least not the writing of them, and he much preferred to show passion through performance. But hours of Freed and him in the studio, bouncing ideas off each other, was thrilling.

Laxus suspected any time alone with Freed would be thrilling now.

Walking behind Freed to get to his own seat, Laxus leant down and pressed a soft kiss atop his head. Freed made a small sound and leant back against his chair to get closer to Laxus. He chuckled, ruffling Freed's hair slightly as he sat beside him.

"You made any progress?" Laxus asked, stretching slightly. He didn't miss Freed's eyes roaming over his chest. "What were you saying about being distracted."

"Until you wear looser fitting clothes, you don't get to talk about me being distracted," Freed smirked.

"Maybe I'd agree to that if I didn't know how uncomfortable those jeans you're wearing are," Laxus smirked. "Flatters the ass but crushes the balls, right? Regretting it yet?"

Freed didn't answer, but blushed a little and Laxus cackled.

They quickly fell into step, working on the song again. They were focusing on the second verse, which Laxus had dubbed the catalyst chapter. It had initially been a torrent of ways to describe how explosive his kiss with Freed had been - though names were vague enough for nobody to know that. With Freed's help, it had turned into a well written lyrical explanation to the first flushes of a romance. The burning passion, the fire between the two people, the erotic rush that could ignite from a simple glance. Watching Freed write, Laxus had to hope he was writing about his own feelings for Laxus.

He also had to stop himself from jumping the man, because Freed knew how to write a hot song. A really hot song…

Taking his espresso and gulping it down, Laxus looked away from his lover. Perhaps if Freed were anyone else - if he weren't a guy, or if he weren't in the band - Laxus might have given in and kissed him. He wanted to, but couldn't,

Once they'd been signed, te band had been given a long speech about how you couldn't screw your bandmate by their manager, how it could ruin things and screw up the dynamic. When Laxus had discovered he was bi, and wanted to come out as such, multiple crisis meetings were held. Not only had Laxus not been allowed to speak about his sexuality, with the risk of his contract being terminated immediate held over him, but he'd also been forced to stage pictures with a woman so he looked to be dating.

There had been backlash even then. His fans were vicious to the poor model, many seemed angry at him for supposedly betraying them by dating someone, it was fucking insane, and Laxus hadn't known hot to take it, but it had scared him off relationships for years.

So, he couldn't date. Definitely couldn't date bandmates. Certainly couldn't date men.

And knowing that, he'd still come back to Freed. Slept with him after their tour, then in the hotel later that night, they'd even fumbled about in the tour bus to the airport when everyone else was sleeping. They'd been in dates - or as close to dates two famous men could get - and a week prior had sat down and talked. They didn't care about the rules, because their budding romance was too damn good.

Never let it be said Laxus kept things comfortable for himself.

"Stop that," Freed scolded.

"Stop what?" Laxus asked, looking from the song and towards Freed.

"Torturing yourself," Freed explained, taking Laxus' hand and stroking it. "It'll do you know good. Certainly not when we're trying trying to write a ballad about the two of us."

"Sorry," Laxus hunched.

"Don't be, I think about it too," Freed admitted, leaning towards Laxus and against him. "But drowning in what ifs and self doubt is hardly going to make things better. We might as well enjoy what we have while it's still between the two of us, and deal with the fallout should it present itself.”

"You're right," Laxus nodded, blinking himself back into focus. "Not sure I can write tonight, though. Not in the mood."

"You don't want to write sonnets about how much you want me? Should I be offended?" Freed smirked, and Laxus laughed. "Or perhaps should I see it as a challenge to refocus your attention."

A hand ran down Laxus' inner thigh, and his breath hitched slightly. "Really?"

"Well, the song needs to be finished eventually," Freed hummed a little. "The sooner the better, I'd say. So getting your mind back on me seems the only thing that makes sense,"

"Really," Laxus tried to make his voice sound seductive, but Freed's wandering hand made him crack slightly. "H-how d'you think you'd do that."

"Well, let's say that in five minutes you find yourself in the instrument store down the hall," Freed mused aloud. "And let's say you find me already there, and I happen to be kneeling there waiting for you. Well, we can hardly be blamed if we find ourselves distracted."

Laxus swallowed. "Here? You sure?”

"There's no one around," Freed shrugged far too nonchalantly, and then grinned a devilishly handsome grin. "And I must admit, making you come undone in here has been a fantasy of mine," His hand squeezed Laxus thigh, before he stood up, and all flirtation was gone. "I should find a guitar, we can hardly write without practice. Perhaps I'll see you in there."

And then he was gone, walking away with his ass hugged perfectly in his jeans. All doubts about his future with Freed disappeared, replaced by the uncomfortable tightness in his boxers.

He found himself grinning, and a few minutes later he found himself in the instrument room, panting and moaning.

——

"It was pretty normal," Laxus continued, not looking to Jason. "We wrote, we practiced, we rewrote."

"Keeping your secrets close to your chest, I see," Jason laughed. "Now, speaking of secrets, the rumours have been flying on Twitter about who this is written about."

"I hadn't heard about that," Laxus tried to dismiss the statement.

"I'm sure you haven't," Jason nodded almost patronisingly, clearly not believing him. It was fair, Laxus supposed. #WhoIsThunderstruck did trend for a week. "But you have to admit, a virgin songwriter making something so powerful on their first try, and in a song so distant from anything else you've ever made, does seem to suggest maybe you've found someone to inspire you."

"I'm around a lot of talented people," Laxus shrugged. "They know how to make a hit."

He was squirming now, and not because of Jason. Their manager was seating in the front row of the live audience, and a quick glance his way showed Laxus a glare. This was a topic he had to avoid, because his fans needed to think the song was about them. It was patronising, Laxus thought, but they'd found success with their manager for a reason.

"So," Jason continued. "Have you found yourself a special lady?"

And then something ridiculous happened. Laxus found himself furious.

Such a simple statement, so innocuous and normal for Laxus' life, had opened the floodgates for Laxus. Because why had he assumed it would be a woman? Why had he assumed he could ask a question like that? Why was Laxus in a position where he couldn't answer something so simple when he really fucking wanted to?

Every ridiculous injustice seemed to swarm over him at once. How was it fair he had to parade himself on shows like this, on his own despite how his band deserved as much love and respect as he did? How was it fair that he'd known he wanted to be with a man for five years, and he'd never allowed himself to indulge before Freed? How was it fair that he'd been forced to endure meeting after meeting about how 'stupid' he was being for hooking up with Freed? How was it fair that he couldn't go out for a fucking pizza with his boyfriend without starting a ridiculous internet scandal? It was all so bullshit.

"Nah," Laxus answered, leaning back in his chair. The anger gave way to confidence; every interview he'd been on edge, but not any more. "Not a girl."

"So nobody's tamed the dragon slayer then?"

"Not a girl," Laxus repeated. "A guy. I'm bi, and for the last couple months I've been dating Freed," There was silence, and Laxus grinned and turned to Jason. "Bet you wished you'd gotten him on stage with me now, huh?"

"You're…" Jason seemed at a loss for words.

"Screwing the bassist, yeah," Laxus laughed, exhilaration flooding through him. "Inevitable really. I've known I liked guys for five years, and there's a load of fan pages who talk about how hot Freed is, so it was bound to happen," He grinned, running a hand through his hair.

This felt so good. Fuck, he didn't know how much he needed to do this.

"So," Jason tried to recover. "Well, erm, we have r to go to break now. Maybe we'll talk about that when we get back, I really don't know."

The moment the cameras cut, people began approaching Laxus. His manager, his PR team, and most importantly, his band. Ever and Bix attempted to run interference on their management team, but the angry man and his cronies pushed through them with fury on their faces. Still, Freed met him first, and wordlessly grabbed Laxus by the collar and brought their lips together. It was more passionate and desperate than any of their kisses had been.

"I'm so proud of you," Freed whispered. "And we are definitely talking about how you know those fan sites exist."

"Who d'you think made 'em," Laxus grinned, and Freed laughed.

Their small, shared moment ended when a throaty cough cut through them. Their manager was looming over them, and Laxus met them with a cruel grin, knowing it was too late: that was the problem with live TV.

"Problem?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What the hell were you thinking?" The manager snarled. "You just fucked all of us, do you understand that? How fucking selfish are you. You've ruined this album, you know that? You think your bandmates will forgive you?"

"Nothing to forgive," Bix said immediately.

"You're a dick for not letting him do it before," Evergreen agreed.

Their manager seemed to flounder for a moment, before narrowing his glare at Laxus again. "Do you think your fans will want to see that?" He growled again, voice getting louder now. "You think they'll still want you now they know that. Now they have to think about you being with… with him!" He motioned to Freed disparagingly. "They'll leave you. You've fucked yourselves, you know that."

Silence filled the soundstage, and their manager seethed. Laxus grinned, then looked past him towards the audience, half of whom had their phones pointed towards them.

"Since you're always talking about PR," Laxus smirked. "How d'you think you'll look once this hits Twitter?"

Their manager halted, then slowly turned. He turned sheet white, and it was brilliant.

"Oh, and in case you're worrying about your little threat to drop us if I came out, don't," Laxus smirked, though looked up to his band, who all nodded. "Yer fired, so fuck off."

#Fraxus #Freed Justine #laxus dreyar #freed x laxus #Fairy Tail #Fanfic #Writing #Request #One Shot #fuckyeahfraxus #Word Count 3.8k

[anxiouslyfred]

Stubborn Words

Summary: Remus can’t get the words to work for this years letter to his soulmate so he decides to colour instead. He is not expecting to see those pictures framed on the wall of his friend’s home the next time he visits.

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The soulmate letters were a waste of time, if you asked Remus at least. You couldn't share any personal information or even anything that could remotely help your soulmate to find you and generally that meant people could only write vague descriptions of what's happening in their lives or recount specific situations with everything from names to place descriptions edited into nothing. Completely pointless for getting to know anyone, let alone somebody as important as your soulmate was meant to be.

Instead Remus decided to throw the entire 'getting to know you' idea out of the window and just write a story instead. As long as everything was fictional then it would get sent and he had a long list of stories people around him refused to listen to. Each year he could perfect at least one, but more often a few, stories to send off for his soulmate to read.

They even went along with it, usually replying with stories of how his letter had helped over the year, and occasions where they'd used something from Remus's stories to end an uncomfortable conversation. It was a fun exchange to get that kind of feedback in return and he loved it.

Words weren't working for Remus this year though and he hated it.

They felt clunky or fell flat. The descriptions were forced and nothing seemed to fit with the images in his head. It was a battle to get a sentence written and even then Remus felt like he had lost it.

So he turned to paints, to colour, and just let his hands rush over the pages, trying to capture the images in his thought in any form, even one he wouldn't usually turn to.

The first page that Remus covered in colour showed a vague figure in a fighting stance. It was blurry, made mostly of shadows and coloured shapes but clearly there, as were fallen forms of other people and he just had to carry on colouring, and find out what other forms might appear on a new page.

The style carried on with no outlines and it surprised Remus as much as it thrilled him to see an actual story growing on the pages.

He didn't need words this year to share a story with his soulmate. 

/Let's visit a Friend's house\

Virgil had been friends with Remus for years, and he could only describe that friendship as an adventure, but they'd never spoken about their soulmates at all. It had put Virgil on edge when Roman had spent a month quizzing everyone he met on insignificant details his soulmate had mentioned, and that had been the time when he'd met Remus. The other had picked up on it and decided they shouldn't talk soulmates unless Virgil wanted to bring it up, which would never happen.

Now however he was beginning to think perhaps talking about their soulmates, or at least the letters they sent would have been a good idea.

At the very least it might explain why his friend has been frozen in the doorway of his home for 5 minutes, just staring at the picture he'd framed.

His soulmate had sent something of a comic strip this year and instead of carrying it with him to read in times when the pressure got too much, Virgil had decided to frame the pages and hang them around the entrance and hallway of his home. Now he could move to work out excess energy and lose himself in his soulmates story at the same time, with the added benefit that the pictures wouldn't risk being damaged from getting carried around.

Virgil did not anticipate having a friend frozen in his doorway as a problem that might come from hanging pictures up. Actually it had been one action he couldn't think of causing any problems at all so this was very concerning.

“Remus, I really would like to y'know, shut my door sometime today?” He tried asking again. He'd been ignored the first time he spoke, but now had a wild and lost gaze snapping onto his face.

Before he could ask what was wrong, Remus had pulled him into a hug, arms under his so Virgil was hanging in the air. “It's you. It's actually you! I dreamed and wondered so many times, but thought you'd be uncomfortable but it is really really you!” The words were muttered into his hair, almost trilling, like a song and a whisper joined together.

“Yes, it's the wonderful, worthless Virgil. You've known me for years, so is this a Remus method to say we haven't hung out enough or is there something else happening?” Virgil tried to pat his back, hoping to be put down, or at the very least given an explanation over what was happening. Somehow this didn't seem to purely be about the pictures any more and Virgil was not letting his thoughts go in that direction any further.

“No! Well Yes! Definitely! All the Hangouts, hook-ups, catch-ups, movie nights, everything! I need everything, every minute you'll let me be around and I'm gonna be here.” Remus was bouncing them now, as well as twisting his head every which way to try and look at Virgil while still tightly holding him close. “It's YOU! You're my soulmate! My wonderful story reader! Wait, have I been the cause for you hiding in my stories? I'll stop if things are too much for you, you know that right?”

He was suddenly put down, his friend now very concerned and searching his face but Virgil was still a few steps behind in the conversation. His soulmate was Remus? Actually, really Remus, this mad, energetic Remus, 'jumps from subject to subject faster than blinking but somehow knows when to just slow down and let Virgil zone out for a while if he's struggling' Remus?

But the door was still open and Remus was looking increasingly concerned and upset the longer Virgil tried to process that revelation. They didn't need an audience of any passers by for this scene so that became the immediate concern, turning away from his friend to shut and lock the door. Usually Virgil wouldn't lock it when guests were over but he was more focused on having security for the moment.

“You already do that before I even say anything Remus. I know.” Virgil said first, another glance to him showing that Remus had been wriggling uncomfortably in place since asking his last question.

He didn't say anything more though, heading through to his living room since he'd be laying on the floor if he didn't sit down soon. The table was at least clear so he could have a good perch to continue the conversation from.

Remus had followed him through just flopping onto the ground and staring up at him now. “Soulmate?” He asked.

“Yeah, I erm, was that why you were complaining about words being useless last month? Because you were struggling to write a story for me?” The memory had jumped into Virgil's mind from the last time they met. He'd listened to Remus brainstorming ideas a lot of their friendship, but knew, now completely, that from the things Remus would chat about with him to the stories that actually got written everything could change.

“Stupid things didn't co-operate at all. Your letters always talk about how my stories help so I just wanted to write something, give a story somehow. I loved it when the colours decided to tell the story the words ran away from.” He grumbled, pulling a face again at the issues he'd had trying to write.

Virgil snickered. “Look at it this way, you'd never have realised we're soulmates without having the change in what you sent.” It still felt unreal, but the more Remus mentioned the things he'd written in reply, the more he could believe they really are soulmates.

“I'm not going to thank my words for going on strike if that's what you're aiming for.” Remus stuck his tongue out, but grinned a second later. “You know, I could just move in and we can start figuring out who we are as soulmates with that.”

If they hadn't been friends for years, it wouldn't even be a consideration. If Remus hadn't shown time and time again an astute understanding of what helped when Virgil got stressed, anxious or simply upset, it still wouldn't be likely. But they had been and he had proven it, and Virgil found himself nodding. “Just separate rooms. You can have my spare room and if we want to change that later we can talk about it then.”

#dukexiety #remus sanders #virgil sanders #soulmate au #writing letters #sending pictures

[chibinekochan]

Angel in Hell Season 2 part 6

part 1 | 2  I 3  I  4  I  5

Gen. reader insert.

Words  2k

Taglist:

@gothjuulpod  ; @purgatoryhall ; @sibit360  ; @a-personnamed-ace   ;  @romy350-romyakari

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On your long walk back you don't talk at all but it's still very comforting. 

Finally, you reach the dorm. You can see Luke running towards you.

  "What has Lucifer done to you?" Luke seems pretty worked up. 

"He just said some things that were unnecessary." Simeon doesn't want Luke to know the whole story. 

Luke sighs. "I was very worried." 

"I'm sorry Luke. Let's have some tea and cake. I'm starving." You aren't particularly hungry but you know this will get Luke off your back. 

"You should eat some proper food." Simeon sighs. 

"Come on, I'm having a hard time. Just indulge me a little." This type of banter feels very nice. 

“Alright, but only this once.” Simeon smiles gently.

“I think you both don't take this seriously.” Luke pouts.

“I might just like your baking too much.” You shrug and tousle Luke’s hair.

Luke pouts. “H-hey, I'm not a child.”

You giggle and Simeon chuckles a bit. This feels so nice, it would be great if everyday could be like this.”I know Luke.”

  Luke doesn't complain anymore, since he is also glad to see you smile.

You eat cake for lunch today and then try to not think too much about Simeon's confession. This is pretty much impossible. 

Honestly, you want to talk about it with someone. In situations like this, it would be natural to talk to someone to get your thoughts in order. 

Right now that seems impossible. 

There also seem to be more important matters than romance. 

So you just check your messages. You have been flooded with several comments about what went down in the castle. 

Lucifer took all the blame. 

You just announce that you are safe and more or less okay. 

This seems to help to calm them down at least. 

You can also see that Satan has been banned from using the chatroom but is very regretful. 

You chat a bit about food with Beel and assure Mammon that you don't hate him. 

He feels very bad that he let you go with Satan. 

After this, the rest of the day passes in a blur.

  Your head has a hard time shutting down. There isn't much that keeps you distracted so you just watch some devil tube. 

The day finally ends after watching too many cat videos. 

The night isn't easy for you but being with the other angels helps. Even when it's a bit embarrassing to be so close to Simeon right now.

  The morning is pleasantly uneventful but if you are being honest it's a bit boring. 

You just find yourself thinking about pointless things. 

Then you decide it's enough.

"Luke are you free to bake today? I thought I'd ask Barbatos if I could use the castle kitchen and the ingredients they have. I will pay them back of course." You are done with just sitting around and feel like doing something. Also, your list of people who deserve a nice treat is long. 

"Sounds good to me. Would that be okay Simeon?" Luke is worried about your safety. 

"It's a great idea. I need to talk to Michael anyway. The castle is the safest place for  you right now." Simeon was thinking about what to do while he has to go to the celestial realm. This seems to be the best idea. 

"From all the demons here Barbatos seems to be the least bad one." Luke agrees with this idea. 

"I'm so glad to see that you are such great friends with Barbatos," Simeon smirks at Luke.

Luke huffs. 

"Could you call Barbatos and ask if we can come over?" You don't want to inconvenience Barbatos. 

"Sure, leave it to me!" Luke is motivated, he is glad to be able to do something for you.

  You watch him with a smile and then you turn to Simeon. 

He looks at you with a gentle gaze, something that you are used to but today it makes you feel a bit different.

"Make sure that you don't get hurt while baking," Simeon recalls the one time you accidentally burned yourself. 

"I will be careful, but will you be okay?" You worry about his safety. 

"I will be fine." He looks grateful.

"Do you have any requests?" You want to make something nice for Simeon. 

He thinks for a moment. "I'm fine with whatever, as long as you made it for me."

This is so typical of Simeon. You can only shake your head. 

Then you pump yourself up. "Just watch out. I will knock your socks off." 

Simeon chuckles. "I'm looking forward to that." His eyes linger on your eyes. Your cheeks lightly flush. 

Luke narrows his eyes. "Something has changed between you didn't it?" 

Simeon simply pats Luke's head. 

You feel pretty embarrassed for a moment since even Luke noticed the change in your dynamic.

  Luke frowns a little but moves on rather quickly. "Barbatos has agreed to us coming over. He seems to look forward to it."

"That's great, so let's go." You feel a boost of motivation. Helped by Simeon's smile. 

"I hope you two have a great time." Simeon looks at both of you but he seems to linger just a moment longer on you. 

"We will." Luke looks at you, you can only agree. 

Together with Luke, you head to the castle. 

While Simeon engages in a very difficult conversation with Michael. 

Barbatos is already waiting for you. He has prepared everything you need. 

"I want to thank you in person for letting us use the kitchen. I will fully pay you back as soon as possible." You politely bow to Barbatos. 

"There is no need for that. Lord Diavolo said and I quote 'to go wild and give him some treats'. I assume he feels bad for causing trouble to you yesterday." Barbatos smiles calmly. 

"That is incredibly nice of him. Especially since it wasn't his fault at all." You think it's very thoughtful. 

"I'm glad you see it that way. So what treats are we baking today? Oh, and I have prepared a selection of aprons for you to pick from." Barbatos looks rather existed about the prospect of baking sweets. 

"The better question is what treats we aren't baking. I mean I have a long list of people that I owe and Beel alone will probably need a whole basket to satisfy his hunger.

"You don't need to indulge all of these demons too much." Luke sighs. 

"I think it's very kind of you." Barbatos looks impresst at least. 

"So let's get started. First, we should make a load of black bat cookies and then some angel creme cupcakes. These probably take the longest." You are pretty excited just thinking about it. 

"I will prepare dough for the angel puffs." Luke knows everyone loves these. 

"That sounds very great. I can help with the bat cookies but you will have to show me the other two recipes." Barbatos seems to practically glow.

  It was a great idea to bake. 

Everything goes rather smoothly. The first loads are all delicious. You had to try at least one of each treat. 

"I need to serve my lord his tea. I will give him his share if that is alright with you. Do you wish to join us?" Barbatos has already a great selection of tea prepared. This was the most exciting part for him. 

"I would rather finish the sweet devil roll if you don't mind." You worry that it will fall apart. 

"I'm staying too." Luke is busy making some other cookies. 

"Do as you please. I will leave you some tea." Barbatos doesn't seem to mind and walks off. 

You shove the roll in the oven. Watching it carefully. 

"What are you planning to make for Simeon?" Luke asks while mixing his dough. 

"Hmm, good question. There are so many sweets he likes. Maybe some vanilla and chocolate angel cookies." You remember the first time you made them. They came out slightly burned and somehow raw at the same time. Despite this Simeon ate them and complimented them. It's a nice memory. 

"That sounds great. Did you know that humans choose heart-shaped confectionery to show someone that they like them?" Luke just nonchalantly drops this but surprised you look at Luke. 

"What are you trying to say?" You feel a bit embarrassed. 

"I'm not stupid you know. I have seen how you look at each other. So I'm just trying to help you two." Luke looks away, a bit awkwardly. 

"That is very nice of you. Did Mc tell you about that?" There is no way Luke would just know something like this. 

You face the oven. 

Luke just realizes that he might hurt you by mentioning it. "Y-yeah but you know what despite what these stupid demons say. You aren't the same at all." 

You know Luke didn't mean anything by mentioning heart shapes. Now you are curious. "I can't ask any of the brothers but what were they like?" You carefully peek at Luke. He thinks about it for a bit. "A pretty wild one. Always just getting dragged into some strange hijinks, mostly caused by the brothers. They just went along with it, like it wasn't a big deal. They were always fixing some kind of spell gone wrong or some drama caused by the brothers. There was always something going on. They were also very careless in my opinion. Just going headfirst into danger. Somehow they always managed to succeed. Well at least until the day they died. It was so unexpected. Mc survived so many things that would kill ordinary people. Yet a single moment was enough to end their life. I wasn't there that day but it was very tragic. Everyone was so sad, I admit that I cried too." Luke smiles at some of the memories but ends with a sad expression. 

"That somehow sounds all very impressive. I don't think I could ever be like that." You look at your roll again and sigh. 

"I don't think anyone could be like that and you honestly shouldn't be just like them or anyone else for that matter. You are great. I have never met anyone as caring or strong as you are. To me, you are a great friend and I like you." Luke has a  determined expression. Like he wants to make sure that you know his words are true. 

It's touching."Thank you, Luke. I think I needed to hear that." You smile at him and Luke blushes just a little. 

  Then your timer rings and you take the finished sweet devil roll out of the oven. 

It looks great. You put it to the side and then start to make the vanilla and chocolate angel cookies. 

Luke bakes a batch of other cookies in the meantime. 

By the time Barbatos returns you have finished the cookies and made a special plate full of heart-shaped cookies, just for Simeon. 

Barbatos notes the unusual shape, apparently, he also knows about its meaning. "I see you have made some very special cookies. Who is the lucky one?" He has a slight gleam on his face. 

You suddenly become very shy. "T-that is private."

Barbatos hums. "I hope that it will work out for you. Oh, I have this nice cloth bag here. You should wrap the cookies so they will be an even nicer present." Barbatos rummages through a box and hands you a cute bag. 

You are just glad that he doesn't probe you and take the bag. 

Then you feel Luke tugging on you. "I got this ribbon. You should use that too."

"That is sweet of you Luke and thank you Barbatos." You smile at both of them, wrap the cookies and carefully place them in your pocket. 

By the time you are done, it's already evening. 

You baked loads and most will be delivered.

  You just have a few of the goods you want to bring to Solomon. Partly to thank him for helping you and you also want to see what he is up to. 

Luke is still enjoying his conversation with Barbatos. 

With a slight spring in your step, you make your way to the library.

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Luke just wants his 'dad' to be happy and fully ships them. I support this.

  Little bonus: 

Barbatos spreading the 'love cookie' gossip later to Diavolo. 

  Barbatos: "My lord, our angel student has made some special heart-shaped cookies."

Diavolo: "What splendid news. Who do you think they are for?" 

Barbatos: "Well, I have some suspects."

Diavolo: "Really? How scandalous. Should I tell Lucifer about this?" 

Barbatos: "I would advise against that."

Diavolo: "In that case, I will just root for them."

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me angel au #angel in hell #obey me shall we date #omswd #sorry im a bit late tzoday