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vhsgoghs · 3 days

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mask (Simon Riley one shot)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x female reader

Summary: you see him without a mask for first time note: English isn't my first language but i have done my best, sorry for any mistakes. ★ masterlist here

She remembered that it was a Friday due to fatigue. She had worked late and had helped Price with some things that didn't specifically concern her, but she wasn't planning leaving him alone.

When returned to her room, she was exhausted; her eyes narrowed as she tried to walk without bumping into anything. For some unknown reason, her body was hurting more than usual lately, she had been trying to sleep at her usual time and not disturb her sleeping schedule, but nothing seemed to work.

The hallways were dark, but she could always see in the dark the small stickers she had put on her door to differentiate it from the others. It sounded stupid for an adult and a soldier, but she liked it and, after high school, she hadn't let any comments get to her too much. Plus, it had worked to avoid getting the wrong room in her first days there.

However, that night her mind didn't seem to work and the stickers on her door were not completely visible, so she ended up entering the wrong room.

She frowned when noticed that everything was dark; she always left a small light on, otherwise she would end up bumping into something.

She then realized it: when her arm reached out to search for the switch and the lights finally came on: she saw that it wasn't her room.

Her gaze drifted towards the bed, her eyes narrowed in confusion as she didn't recognize the person who owned the room, until her mind began to work and she realized… it was Simon. It was Simon without his mask.

"I'm sorry!" She gasped in surprise and her body pushed itself out, slamming the door shut.

There was a strange feeling in her chest. It was the first time she had seen Simon without a mask, he had never acted as if wearing it depended on his life, but it was… weird.

She had once asked Soap the reason for using it, he had only responded that it was to protect his identity and emphasized the words "from the enemies, not from us", however, (Y/N) had never seen his real face, it caused her curiosity, but it wasn't something that stole her sleep.

Her mind had begun to wander and she hadn't noticed that she had stood there, in the middle of the hallway, without saying a word, until she realized the door open again. Simon's face appeared in front of her; he was frowning slightly in confusion, he looked sleepy, but strangely he didn't look… upset.

(Y/N) sighed, trying not to look into his eyes too much, he didn't have his mask, it didn't look like he wanted to go back to his room to cover his face either, he looked totally normal, maybe it was just her who gave it too much importance.

"I'm sorry," she murmured once more.

"You had the wrong room." She nodded and remained silent, waiting for something that would indicate he was upset, but he seemed calm.

She always thought that Soap had told her that because he was used to living with him, she had not arrived at the base for a long time, but she worked well with everyone, since there were not many people and thought that she had not gained his trust yet to see his real face.

"Yes, I'm leaving now." She nodded and began to walk the few steps that separate her from her room, but she had barely taken a few steps when his voice stopped her.

"Wait." She turned again to look at him. The light coming from his room managed to illuminate part of the hallway. "Did it bother you to see me?"

(Y/N) giggled and shook her head, trying to relax. Maybe it was just her exaggerating, it was strange talking to Simon without his mask, she hadn't even started calling him Simon until a couple of weeks ago. To her, he was always Lieutenant or just Ghost.

"No, it's just… It's the first time I've seen you… like this." She wanted to punch her face because of how stupid it sounded, she felt even worse when Simon raised one of his eyebrows, he felt offended? She hoped not.

"Sleepy?"

"Without mask." She rolled her eyes, as if it weren't obvious and Simon laughed, which made her feel more relaxed.

Silence reigned between them for a few seconds. (Y/N) looked at her hands a little nervous, as if she were waiting for some order from him to be able to leave, even if she wasn't on duty and didn't need his permission to leave.

"I was not hiding." Simon understood it, more than one person thought that he was simply afraid to show his face. It had never been like that, it was stupid.

"I know… You're not ugly," she murmured the last words just to herself, but it was night, everything was silent and he could hear her perfectly.

"I know." Simon smiled. It's not that he was self-centered, but himself knew that he wasn't ugly.

The girl laughed again and felt her shoulders relax. She felt calmer, although there was still something strange in her chest, which she couldn't put her name to.

"I have to go to sleep." she pointed behind her, as a sign that she was going to her room, which was a few steps away.

Simon just nodded. There was something that made him want to stop her, but he didn't, he just sighed and watched as the girl turned around to take the few steps that separated her from the door of her room.

He didn't move until the sound of the door closing echoed through the empty hallway.

(Y/N) confirmed what Soap had said a few days later: Simon wasn't hiding his identity from them. It had been the first step towards seeing his face more often, she liked to see him that way; she felt that her mind saw him as a completely real person and not just a soldier that she had to obey.

And since that night, something felt different in her chest every time she saw him without his mask.

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ravenna-reid · 1 day

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hey babe! how you're doing?

so here's an idea i had. Maybe something like reader was kidnapped by joker, tortured just like jason but Batman saved her before the same fate as the second robin hits her. And Bruce -needs- jason to help her because he's the only one who passed through what she passed?? like, they're relationship could be something angsty, idk

Hey!! I'm doing well and I hope you are too! <3 Tysm for requesting!!! I love writing for ya'll and this idea!!!! This idea is everything omg....I hope you enjoy what I've written hehe

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Old Scars - Jason Todd x Reader

TW: torture via electrocution, trauma (canon things)

Three and a half hours.

That's how Bruce had tried to smooth it over.

By saying it was only three and a half hours. But as far as Jason was concerned, that's three and a half hours too long.

"Bruce...fuck I can't believe he did this again."

"Me either..." Bruce murmured over the comms, barely audible. "It should never have happened."

It wouldn't have happened... if only you would let someone put the clown 6ft under.

The bitter thought repeated in Jason's mind like a broken record, but he kept it to himself. Because all he could think about right now was you and what had happened. All he could focus on was the traumas and fears that were resurfacing, itching away at him like a disease. Consuming him like a plague. And it was even worst knowing you had gone through it all too now.

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Three and a half hours.

It'd only been three and a half hours...and yet it was feeling like an eternity. You spluttered on the water that had made its way into your mouth and down your throat.

The manic laughter was numbing your ears. The straps on your arms and legs were digging so deeply into your skin it was making your stomach churn. The burning in your veins and jolts tracing through your limbs were near unbearable.

Wasn't it ironic how your main weapons on patrol involved electricity. And now, the clown had you strapped to some sort of hospital bed; routinely dumping a bucket of water on you before turning up the volts attached to your limbs.

Well, that's what the punchline was according to Joker. That's what made this all oh so funny.

All you could think was how much longer?

How much longer until Bruce came? Or Dick, Cass, literally fucking anyone. Clark or Diana even.

But no matter how hard you fought to suppress it, that same thought repeated in your mind like a broken record.

No one had come for Jason. They were too late.

Black dots were swimming in your vision and your head was pounding. It took you a second to realise that no one was actually hitting it to cause that sensation. Everything was blurred and hazy, but he was laughing again. You could tell. And laughing meant another jolt of electricity.

No please. You just wanted to go to sleep. Close your eyes.

Maybe if you slept, the pain would all go away. Fade away like a sick dream. Maybe it'd stop. Just for a second.

"No.." You cried, then cursed yourself. This sick freak would find satisfaction in your begs, but the words fell from your lips before you could stop them.

"I can't...I..."

Your scream tore through the atmosphere as he flipped the switch.

Then...glass shattering. The clown falling to the floor. Pointed ears.

And finally...darkness.

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It'd been 30 minutes.

30 minutes of Jason standing outside your bedroom door.

But he just couldn't do it.

He knew how selfish it was. Selfish and cruel.

You'd both had been friends for a while now. Nothing major, not like you and the others. But he had a deep-rooted respect for you. You and your backstory, your unwavering morals and goal. He really did admire you...he just had a shitty way of showing it.

You were kind without being a doormat. Strong without being unhinged and violent. And you always appeared at the perfect time. Whether it was when he was outnumbered in a fight, in need of some extra bandages and headache medication, or when he was alone on a rooftop contemplating everything.

You seemed to have always appeared at the perfect time. And he couldn't even do that.

"You have to help her through this Jason, regardless." Bruce had said to him. Chastised him. Berated him.

"Do you think..." Jason trailed off, those horrible words dying on his tongue.

'Do you think she'll end up like me now?'

Bruce hadn't given him the chance to explain what he was trying to say. "Jason this isn't about you!" He had snapped, ripping Jason from his thoughts.

"Y/n needs you right now. She needs someone she can relate to. Someone who can understand. Can you do that Jason? Be there for her when she wakes up?"

So here Jason was, before your door 35 minutes later.

A stupid tremble began in his hands as he glared down at them. Begging them to just rise and knock on your damn door. Was it the fact that you had just been involved in something so heinous that was crawling under his skin? Or was it his visit with the past? Most likely both. It was most likely everything-

The door swung open, Alfred dressed in his usual attire, now bloody and dishevelled, and a mournful look on his face.

Jason's heart leapt into his throat. "Alfred, is she-"

Alfred raised his hand and closed his tired eyes. "She should be fine Master Todd. Few bruises here and there, but most of the damage is internal."

Jason let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding.

"That vile man..." Alfred began with the shake of his head. "Whatever he used to electrocute Miss y/l/n, it was made so that she wouldn't die instantly..."

"He wanted the moment to last as long as possible." Bruce was behind Alfred, face as blank as ever.

Jason stiffened. Frustration and panic and hate bubbling all at once inside of him. For who was to blame for this deja vu of a situation?

The clown that should have been killed, or the man that keeps protecting him?

"I'm glad you decided to come Jason."

Jason wanted to scoff. Huff in annoyance. But stuck to his bitter glare. "So she's alright? A-alive, she'll live?" He snapped.

"Yes, she just needs a lot of rest. She's not fully conscious yet but, you should still go in and see her."

Jason swallowed hard. "You can leave then."

Bruce tried to keep his temper, and to do so, he left with Alfred without another word. Alfred gave a weak smile for encouragement before Jason forced himself into the bedroom.

No doubt Alfred and Bruce had performed numerous medical procedures on you. 'Electrocution' Bruce had explained, for who knew how long. But he had assured Jason that he did everything he could, and that for the mean time, you should be ok...

The door squeaked as he shut it behind him, and suddenly it was as though the room was trying to swallow him whole, the only comfort being your scent.

The sun fought to break through not only the dark clouds outside, but the sheer curtains that were drawn over your windows. It casted dark shadows across your room, and they sat and watched as Jason neared your bed.

He wish he would stop fiddling with his hands. Stop sweating. Stop continuously swallowing. But he had no idea what state you were in. What he'd see once he looked down at you.

Nearing the bed, he saw your form nestled amongst the thick duvet and pillows. And as he quietly sat himself down on the chair beside your bed, he let out another sharp breath.

Your face was pale like snow. Colourless like the overcast sky outside. Your eyes were closed as you remained in your slumber, and Jason only hoped it brought you more peace than reality did. That the drugs you were hooked up to weren't keeping you trapped inside of a nightmare.

Was this what he had looked like afterwards? So sad? So silent and distant from the world?

Every now and then you twitched, and instinctively Jason reached out to you. He took his time, gingerly running the back of his finger across your bruised cheek. Brushed the hair from your face. Your skin was still cold.

How could he make you warm? How could he get rid of the cold?

He could still remember that cold, and he wondered where Joker had tortured you. Most likely not where Jason had been beaten with a crow bar, but his memory still dragged him back there. To that abandoned wing. The cold tiles. The dirt and grime and darkness. The laughter and weapons and tools...

Jason clawed his way back to the present only to be greeted with the full impact of the grief that came with the fact that Joker had done to you what had been done to him.

And Jason hated it.

With the lump in his throat and pain in his chest, he rose from the seat and quickly left your room.

He was glad you were asleep. At peace for the time being before awakening and having to deal with it all. He was glad that you were asleep so you couldn't see the tears in his eyes.

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ghouljams · 2 days

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Baseball au???? Would love to know more about your thoughts because the worms are starting to take over my brain

Like personally I think Ghost is either catcher (towers over the opposing batter when he stands up to throw the ball back, terrifying energy behind their back) or the pitcher (intimidating energy still but now the opposing batter has to make eye contact with them I’m thinking Max Scherzer vibes refusing to leave the pitchers mound when Price wants to call him in). I think Soap would be either the catcher to Ghost’s pitcher or an outfielder heckling from far away (or maybe a closer who sits in the bullpen and heckles the opposing outfielders? Idk he just seems like he would want to goad the opponents into a bench brawl all the time) I’m not sure about Gaz though, I could see him in pretty much any position. Maybe an infielder, but I mostly say that because of how he’s built, it makes me think of a shortstop

….anyways as I said the worms are taking over my brain

Ghost is so fucking big and I love when players are so big. I want him as the pitcher, but I want him in the national league pre-DH because I just know that man would be smacking balls so hard it makes it hurt to catch them. Like his batting average wouldn't be above a .200 but if he hits something you know it's going, going, gone. He's a huge fan favorite because he's got those 100mph fast balls and just strikes. people. out. He can barely get 100 pitches into a game though before he has to be switched out. He also will not leave the pitcher's mound and he doesn't care about running out the pitch clock because he's throwing as soon as the batter hits the plate. You get 5 seconds before you're cooked.

Soap has center field energy. The arm on that man. He's getting the ball to base, he's jumping for those pop-flies, he's slamming into the back wall to make sure you don't hit a homer. He's the one that fans love to have mic-ed up because his commentary in the field is so funny. He's constantly cracking jokes and insulting batters. Good on base percentage but you're not going to get many homers out of him. I see him as a man who solidly doubles and folks are pretty happy with that. Chronic base stealer. Do not walk this man.

Gaz is the pinch hitter. He's got a .35^ batting average and is aiming to beat Ty Cobb's record. Price brings him in every time the bases are loaded because again he puts all his eggs in Gaz's basket and expects a grand slam. Gaz has first base energy. All he has to do is catch when Ghost throws to him. He's got a good build for first base, and I think he'd do best as a pinch hitter because he's got a good eye and he's not afraid to take a chance on a pitch.

Price is the coach and the fans fucking hate him so much because he is neglecting the bull-pen for his favorite boys. You're never gonna win a series like this man, none of your other batters are about a .232.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #captain john price #baseball au #anyway those are my thoughts #great game last night real nail biter. we won though :)

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riniworld · 2 days

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can i be your favorite?

yandere! fiancè x reader

warning|| killing-blood

reference|| you, y/n(one time), angel

a/n|| sorry for taking so long! and thank you for requesting:), tbh i didn't know if you wanted on the same plot or a part two so here's a completely new story, i hope you'll like it!

w.c|| 1.5k

being engaged to your childhood friend isn't as bad as you think, yes you didn't want it to go to this, for all your life you've saw him as a friend, When he proposed to your parents for your hand in marriage, they were too embarrassed to say no, so it's practically a forced engagement, you did get into a fight with your parents and with him, but day after day you start accepting the reality, he was sweet,like how you knew him all your life, but in...a romantic way, maybe it's not that bad?

joke on you it is.

one day you were hanging out with your friends, suddenly he called you before you can even say hello he talk "who are you with?" , "I'm fine thank you...with friends, why?", "you mean our friends?", "yeah who else?", "mhm, good I'm coming", "why?", "why not?", "if you want to, we're at-", "i know where you are.", "wha-", and he hung up.

not ten minutes after, you catch his car parking nearby, you thought he was joking when he said he know where you're at.

he walked to you, said hello to his friends and sat beside you putting his arm around your shoulders.

" how did you find me?" you whisper.

"eh...isn't it the usual spot?" he said with an innocent smile.

you looked at him suspiciously before you give up and sigh "I'll believe that for now".

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the entire time your fiancé was silent, It was not his habit to be silent, but he was lost in you, how you get excited when you talk about a topic you interested in,he's sinking in those shiny eyes of yours, and oh, your so adorable, smile that give him butterflies, but you know the thing is, it wasn't for him, you weren't looking at him, your attention wasn't on him, and that made him desperate, please look at him, in annoyance or anger, he doesn't care just lay your eyes at him or he'll go crazy.

he looked around for something to get your attention with. a nearby ice-cream car caught his attention, he tug on your shirt but before he says anything, on of your friends cut him off "hey look there, how about we buy some ice-cream? it's hot.", and so happen for that friend to be the closest to you, that made your fiancé's blood boil,you won't accept such a suggest from someone isn't him, are you?.

"that'd be nice", "oh sure" what did you just said?.

you stand up with the others about to walk when you notices that your fiancè hadn't move,you turn your head to him "what are you looking at? won't you come?".

"yeah, I'll come" he murmur quietly while glaring at your friend who's a bit far by now.

you shrug and walked before him but he catches up to you and forced your hands together, intertwined his fingers with yours.

the rest of the picnic went like that,he refused what your friend suggest on your behalf and bought you another thing, he kept clinging to you, kissing you randomly, and finally getting you out of there early.

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"what with that frown on your face?." he take a brief glance at you as he drive.

you kept looking away without a word.

"...maybe some music will change your mood." he start playing the radio.

...

"y/n, it's been fifteen minute why are you angry?." he asked, a bit Impatient.

"...why do you think?!, what with your weird acts in there?." you snapped.

"..what acts,angel?" he said with a whiney edge.

"you know exactly what I'm talking about! in the park, what happened to you,huh?, it's like something just switched."

he chuckled loudly before speaking "darling,i hate when someone gets a bit too 'kind' with you, that's all you need to know."

"what-?."

"......we're here." he stoo in front of your house.

he leaned in to kiss you but you turn your head and attempt to get out of the car,but he grabbed your arm and forced you to face him,as he plant a soft kiss on your lips "don't turn your face away from me again,angle,remember who you're belong to,and in case you start to doze off just look at your finger." he said with a smile but his tone...sends shiver to your spine,in fear,to be clear.

the same thing happened in work,you were supposed to return home with your fiancè,but you,as the stubborn person you are, you decided to go with your friend,who's happen to work in the same place as you.

"thank you again,for agreeing to drive me home with you." you said.

"no problem at all,it would also be nice to spend more time with you,like the old times"

"if that the case, then why don't we go hang out somewhere?, if you're free of course."

"hm,sure let's do it."

and like that you kept ignoring your finacè all day long.

when you returned home, you check your phone, there was like +99 message and 20 call just from him,maybe you shouldn't have done that..

"where were you yesterday?" your finacè greeted you at the door of your house.

"ah!, you scared me."

your fiancè stepped closer to you,pinning you against the door "i asked you a question, answer."

"at-at work?."

"oh? well, i came to pick you up and guess what? you weren't there." he put his hand on your cheek "stop lying to me,angel." he said with an almost sweet tone.

you knew better than to lie to him anymore,or things will get worse, "i returned with f/n."

he looked at you for a moment before he look down and laugh "i knew it, that son of a-" he kept murmuring to himself like crazy.

"....are you-" "yes!, yes I'm fine,come on hop on let's drive you to your work, you don't want to be late hm?."

suddenly he became all sweet..how weird..

the next few days you didn't see your friend, nor anyone you had a good interaction with, and you start to miss them..

luckly there's your fiancè who's always by your side and never makes you feel lonely,isn't that great,what? you're still worried? how about a night in your fiancè's house, it will ease your mind!.

so, that's how you're now sitting in the living room of his house,scrolling on your phone,he said he'll do some popcorn while waiting for the time of the movie.

minute after,your phone was about to die and you didn't bring a charger.

you groan in annoyance "hey,where's your charger? i want to put my phone on it if it's okay with you." you asked.

"huh?, hmm...i guess you'll find it in my room." he answered from the kitchen

you nod to yourself and head upstairs, his room was so dark as you wonder around in search for the switch you stumbled on a small box wich lead to whatever was inside to fall out, it was almost slippy, but you finally reached the switch and you turned on the lights when you looked under you you saw a pile of photos, you kneeled down and looked them over, it was photos of people...dead people exactly, and you have that feeling that you recognize every one of them,that when you stumble upon one of your friend, his mouth was cutten in half,you felt like you're gonna throw up, you head downstairs in a rush,the photo of your friend is in your hand.

you stopped in your track, thinking between return home or asking your finacè about what you saw, but unfortunately he came out of the kitchen.

"oh, angel, the Popcorn is ready, and the movie is about to-" he cut himself when he noticed the photo in your hand, "angel? what's that in your hand?" his eyes was holding fear-no terror in them.

you cling your fist around the photo, a shiver sent down your spine.

"how did you get that,angel?" he asked again.

"....what's the meaning of this?" you said in a low voice. "why-why is this..." you couldn't finish your sentence thinking about every possible thing.

"what did you expected me to do?" he suddenly says, leaning his hand on the sofa "watch him stealing you away? it's your fault,for being so addictiv." the look in his eyes makes you shudder.

you didn't answer, instead you walked- no ran away, he didn't waste a second to run after you "Y/N!".

you did manage to run pretty far,but it wasn't enough, your power soon reach an end and he catched you, grabbing your arm tightly "stop..hear me-hear me out first, please..don't go." he said between his breath.

"i have nothing to hear! what? you'll tell me how you did it?! you're such a monster, you need help!." you yell, although your voice crack as the fear take over.

"I'll take-" his eyes start to tear up "I'll get help, heck I'll go to the asylum even, but don't leave me, i-i did it for you, for us, i love you more than anything, more than life itself, don't leave, you won't dare to-,i can't live without you, I'm serious I'll die if you leave."

he kneeled down and buried his face in your stomach "don't go,don't leave, I'll get help, stay with me" you can hear him sobs, his voice cracking, you almost got pity on him.

what he did was terrifying,but does he really doesn't deserve another chance?

it's 3AM here and my phone 1%, gotta go.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere oc x y/n #yandere oc x you #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot

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justkending · 1 day

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Mr. & Mrs. Hunt (Chapter 5)

Mini-Series Summary: Two of the most stubborn people in the group partnered together for an undercover mission are also the two people with the most hatred for each other, so what could go wrong? Or is it, what COULDN’T go wrong?…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader (Enemies to Lovers) (Fake Marriage Trope)

A/N: I think we are staying on track for this to wrap up within two more chapters, but again, we are both in the dark if that's the case😂 Thank you guys for the love! If you are wanting to be tagged, please send me an ask. It's a lot easier for me to keep track of who's been added and who hasn't :)

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Y/N’s POV:

Okay, so maybe I blew up a little more than necessary, but I tried to chill out before he started chasing me, ordering that I didn’t walk away and talk to him. Let a girl try to get a hold of her emotions for a second big guy.

I’ve been anxious all day, waiting to talk to him about some deep seeded trauma, and then he comes and screws up all of it with a simple exception to an invitation. I know he didn’t mean harm by it, but he’s a trained professional. That was not a trained professional response. Plus, stepping out of my normal routine of being a bitch to him to keep him at a distance wasn’t just a switch I could flip.

Again, I could have handled that better, but now my brain is in mission mode, trying to reprogram what this night has set up for us. Considering the invitation was for tonight, it gave me little to no time to prepare.

“What time did she say dinner was?” I shouted from my bedroom, where I was going through our small, hidden arsenal of gadgets Tony had made for us.

“Six,” Bucky replied from his room down the hall.

Great, that was forty-five minutes from now… “Ok, I can do this.” Deciding it was best to keep some bugs on hand in case we could plant them in the house, and we would be planting them, I needed to consider sizes and placements.

“Should we bring over some wine or something?” Bucky’s voice was now in the doorway to my room, but I kept my back to him as I sifted through our tools.

“I made a pie earlier today. We can take that,” I answered absentmindedly.

“Why’d you make a pie?”

“Felt like it,” I shrugged and walked out of the closet with three small wires/ bugs in hand. When I looked up, I saw he had changed into a nicer button-up and was tightening a tie around his collar he hadn't been wearing earlier. “Why are you wearing a tie?” I examined him.

“Same reason you’re wearing a nicer dress. I want to make a good impression,” he shrugged, straightening pieces of his outfit.

“I’m wearing this because we were going to our ‘anniversary dinner,’” I made sure to put the lie in hand quotes. “I had a story that went with it, but this can pass as casual, too,” I motioned to my dress and moved toward him, placing the wires on the bed. “This looks like you’re about to give a sales pitch.”

Without thinking, I pop his collar up and loosen the tie to get rid of it. The whole time I’m focusing on untying it, I ramble about what the plan is for the night.

“I’m going to give you a wire to put wherever you see fit, and I’ll do the other two. I’ll excuse myself to use the bathroom and sneak it where it’s needed. I feel it’s important we look for cameras already in the house in case it’s a setup. We don’t need them having hard proof that we bugged their place. We want to come off as simple yet good assets if we want them to bring us on board for their work,” I struggle with a certain spot on the tie he somehow fixed in an efficient way I’d never seen. “Jesus, were you a sailor in another life? Might as well have knotted it.”

He doesn’t respond, but I get it off in the next two seconds and look at him to see he had been studying me intently as I invaded his space. I see my slip-up, push the tie into his chest, and take a step back.

“Sorry.”

“No problem,” he answers rather calmly, and I look at his eyes, seeing patience there. Always that damn patience. How did he still have it with me even with how I’ve treated him? “Listen-”

“About last night,” I say at the same time, and he seems shocked but gives a single nod to tell me to continue. “I want to say I’m sorry for being all over the place recently. From last night to thirty minutes ago.”

He seems frozen by my apology, and I became anxious enough that I start to word vomit.

“I took some time to think after last night and spent the day stressing, thinking how I was going to talk to you about it because I do want to. I want to get what I can out on the table if you’d be ok with that,” I look up through my lashes, and I see the most subtle turn of his lip as he watches me attentively.

“Are you hinting that there’s a chance I’ll get to see the side of you others are lucky enough to see?” he retorts, grin growing and taking a step closer to me.

His use of the word ‘lucky’ shortcircuits my brain, and all I can do is nod once, slowly, as my answer. He takes another step, and I match it with one back. I feel more vulnrable than I was expecting to.

“You can understand now why having our plans for the night changed made me slightly temperamental.”

“I think slightly may be an understatement.”

“I think you still should choose your words carefully,” I say, tightening my smile. However, it doesn’t shut him down like normal. Instead, he laughs under his breath, and the doorbell rings.

Both of our heads shoot toward the noise, and solemnity takes over the room.

“You don’t think that’s,” Bucky pauses as he turns back to me.

“How often am I wrong?” I take a deep breath in and smooth my dress out as I walk over, pausing beside him. “Hide the wires. I already did a sweep of the house while you were getting ready to make sure we didn’t have anything out of place. I’ll tell them you’re getting ready.”

I don’t need to open the door to know who it is, but when I do, the urge to yell, “I told you so!” in Bucky’s face is strong.

“Bethanne!” I smile kindly and immediately notice the dish in her hand. Reggie is behind her, holding two others, looking like he just got off work and had been dragged over here. “Did Beau tell me wrong? Are we not eating at y’all’s house tonight?”

She scrunches her face in a practiced motion and lifts the ceramic bowl up as she explains.

“I hate to ask this of you, but our oven is still the old rickety one. The new one had some faulty design, and we had to ship it back. Needless to say, it decided to give out on us today of all days,” she raised her shoulders. “I know we sprung the dinner on you suddenly, but would you two be willing to host if we provide the food?”

Not on the money of what I guessed, but pretty fucking close to the money if you ask me.

“Who is it, Doll?” Bucky’s voice carries from the hallway he’s now emerging from. The first three buttons on his dress shirt are undone, and he’s messing with the cuffs on the sleeves. “Hey, Bauers,” he smiles yet still holds shock in his features by the neighbor's appearance. “Did we get the time wrong?” he asks, looking at his watch before coming to my side, where I've now moved and am letting themselves in.

“No, no, no,” Bethanne shakes her head and hands off one of the pots to me as she takes one from Reggie, who looks more bothered to be here than happy. Long day human trafficking, asshole? “We had some appliance issues thanks to some of the renovations we were doing. I was just asking your wife if we can use your house as tonight's setting and possibly use your oven while here.”

Without hesitance, Bucky takes the dish from my hands and the dish Bethanne had swapped for and nods for Reggie to follow him.

“No problem at all. Let me help you ladies with that. Char," A nickname he had never used for my character before, but it seemed to work fluently. "Would you like to get some wine for the two of you while I get this organized in the kitchen?” he asks me, placing a kiss on the side of my head while his hands are full as he walks towards the other room.

I don’t know how he’s learned to play his role so well, but it’s convincing, even to me.

“Uh, yeah,” I almost stutter in my response as I motion for Bethanne to follow me to the wine cooler out in the garage. “Red or white with tonight's dish?”

"Do you have any more husbands like that in the back I can steal? What a gentleman," she coos, shoulder-bumping me.

___________

Half an hour of baking the food and getting it plated, and our conversation continued with questions mostly strictly about us, which would have been fine if not for the reason behind such invasive intentions.

They started off simple. How’d you guys meet? Who made the first move? What did we love about the town so far? What kind of hobbies and adventures did we take on before moving here? All questions we had prepared for, and if not, could easily improvise.

So far. No slip-ups. If anything, we sold the scheme far better than I’d imagined we would even when they became more personal. And our discussion on being the ‘prude couple’ last night seemed to affect Bucky’s actions a lot more than I was expecting.

An obvious hand on my thigh under the table and an arm thrown over my seat in a slightly possessive manner seemed to catch the eye of Reggie, who mimicked some of the moves as if it were a competition.

In addition, Bucky kept making small compliments about how I looked and how smart I was when they asked about my job. Dropping little comments about things I did (not my character) that he loved and appreciated.

“She’s always doing things like that. I almost never have to worry about making coffee in the morning because she has it all set up just to hit a button and go.”

“You should ask Charlotte about that! She’s the reason our house looks like a home. I’m sure she could give some advice on the kitchen backsplash.”

“She may not know how to boil an egg correctly, but her baking skills are unmatched. I've put on a few pounds now that we have a nice kitchen to spend time in."

I did my best not to act shocked every time he dropped a compliment, but the fact he could have made shit up for my character and used those details as conversation pieces, yet he went the honest way (although more convincing, of course), shocked me.

“Speaking of baking skills,” Reggie nodded his head back to the kitchen counter behind us and smiled at me. “I spied a pie on the counter. Any chance we can have that to finish off this dinner?”

I was still staring at Bucky from his last form of appreciation when I blinked out of my distraction and returned to our neighbor.

“Oh, of course! I was just about to offer,” I smiled, standing up, and Bucky quickly stood next to me, pulling my chair out. “Thank you.” I smiled at him and placed a hand on his arm as I moved around to the counter.

“How sweet. Oh, Charlotte, would you mind telling me where the bathroom is?” Bethanne asked, standing and giving her husband a look for not showing the same chivalry as Bucky.

I watched her, knowing that I would have used the same excuse to do what we planned to at their house. But I was two steps ahead of her.

“Of course! Beau, do me a favor and get some plates out for dessert. I’m going to show Beth-”

“Oh, I’m sure I can find it,” she waved off, coming around the table and moving to the hall promptly.

Yeah… Not without a chauffeur, honey.

“No problem,” I waved off, moving with her casually. “I need to grab some floss from my bathroom before dessert. I’ll show you to it.”

I can see the most subtle glaze of annoyance at my insistence, but she smiles and walks a step ahead of me.

I show her to the bathroom and make it seem I’m going into the master down the hall while she’s in there. And I do, but I keep an eye to make sure she isn’t snooping in any other room besides the one. We’ll have to survey it after they leave, but better that and the dining room than the whole house.

Once we’re back with the boys, no wandering to be done, Bucky helps me plate a slice of chocolate pie for each of us, and I offer to move the conversation to the porch. Any kind of redirection from the comfort of the inside of our home is welcome.

“I love how you’ve decorated your porch. It’s so cozy,” Bethanne notices, pointing out the colorful decorative pillows, hanging swing the size of a daybed, and loads of plants and decor that make the space more intimate. She and Reggie are sat on the two rocking chairs facing the front yard, and Bucky and I are sat close together on the swing, where he’s controlling the tempo we sway in.

“I always wanted a spot outside to escape. We didn’t really have that at our last home, and it was important for me to have this time around,” I replied.

My answer is actually very true. I loved being outside, especially when it was something as simple as sitting in the backyard or swinging on a porch. I had one requirement about this mission, one I’m not even sure Bucky knew about. But I asked Tony to supply a nice budget for the porch.

Call it cheesy, but growing up in such an unnatural and dehumanizing way, you crave a small part of that normalcy you see on the movie screens. For some reason, a porch I could escape on but still be within the comfort of my own home was a dream. And because it was, I thought I’d make this situation a little more bearable by granting that small wish I always had.

“Well, I may have to start budgeting for a new kind of renovation,” she patted Reggie’s back, and he gave her a tight-lip smile. "What do you say, Reg? Do you think we can get a swing like that one?” She smiled over at us just as Bucky pulled me into his side, his arm going around my waist and his hand resting on my hip bone.

“I have a feeling we might as well have built a home from scratch by the time you’re happy with the renovations we’ve taken on,” Reggie answered with a nod before taking a swig from his beer. “Get that recipe for the pie from Charlotte, and I’ll consider buying you a new porch,” he winked my way and turned back to the front of our lawn.

I instantly found Bucky’s hand tightening, and his thumb started rubbing in an up-and-down pattern along my hip. When I turned to him slightly, his gaze stayed on Reggie.

Before finishing cleaning up for the night, we said goodbye to our guests, and just when we thought we hadn’t made any headway in our conversation about work (mind you, we had dropped hints and notices about it all night, but neither of the two seemed to take the bait), Reggie stopped on the last step to our porch and turned to Bucky.

“You mentioned working in transportation, and by the sounds of your new job up here, if you’re interested in a more innovative place, I may have some ins for you,” he shook Bucky’s hand. “I have some coworkers around the states that could use some employees like you on their route.”

“I may take you up on that offer. It all depends on how this week rolls out,” Bucky answered perfectly. The Bauers said their goodbyes, and we watched them walk home before turning to each other.

In a silent celebration, we grinned at the invitation and then sent wordless glances to tread carefully when we got in before scoping the place for bugs…

_______________

Bucky’s POV:

I’m not surprised that the blonde sole cycle instructor of a neighbor was able to get a wire in our bathroom, but neither Y/N nor I were in the mood to remove it right away and give away our knowledge of it, so we each grabbed another drink for the night and debriefed subtly on the porch where the only bugs we had to mind were the crickets chirping their music for the night.

Bethanne was right. Our porch was nicely done, and I hadn’t even noticed Y/N had hung lights out here until she plugged them in.

“I feel like this spot is more put together than the rest of the house.” I noticed the details when we were out here earlier. Now, we both have taken up spots in the rocking chairs our neighbors had vacated.

“I may have focused more of my attention on this spot than the others,” she smiled as she brought a tumbler glass up to her lips. She had drank wine while Bethanne was here, but as soon as they were gone, the whiskey I had made a glass for myself was stolen out of my hand before I could take a sip. Now, we had each of our own.

“Was what you said about the porch a real thing? I mean, we have balconies at the compound,” I looked at her as I sat my drink on the small table between us.

“Balconies and porches aren’t the same. At least in my head, they aren’t,” she nodded, taking a deep sigh and resting her glass in her lap. “Did you mean what you said when you were complimenting me all night?” She lulled her head to the side to look at me.

I had been making compliments. It felt easier to use the ones I had picked up on than the ones I made up. Yet again, I think anyone should get the recognition they deserve when they excel in something. Y/N just tended to excel in more than I think she was aware of. And I was learning she didn’t seem to be used to people taking note of those things.

“Why lie?” I shrugged, starting to rock in a steady pattern.

“Because that’s this whole gig. A lie,” she answered, taking another pull of the hard liquor.

I considered her perspective and shook my head, looking out to the lights on the other side of the street. “I guess it gets tiring at points. Don’t really feel like doing it if the truth can be just as usable.”

She didn’t answer for quite a few seconds, and when I turned back to her, she was staring at me like she was waiting for another shoe to drop.

“How are you so patient? Seriously, is it a drug Tony made you before you had to deal with me on this mission? I don’t get it,” she laughs, but I can hear the genuine confusion in it as she sits forward and turns her body to me.

Honesty. I’m in a mood to be 100% honest.

“Want me to be real with you?” I asked, turning my own body.

“It’d be preferred,” she nods and rests both her arms on the armrest.

“I don’t know anything about your past, but I know most people have a reason for acting the way they do. It took years and a ton of patience before I felt like I was even close to who I used to be. I still struggle to come to terms with the fact I’ll never be who I was before the train incident,” I sigh and rest my head back against the chair as I look at her. “I guess I have understanding more than patience. I understand that you have a history of your own that I don’t know, and I can’t blame you for a lot of the things you do.”

“But you should. I’m an asshole to you,” she says, and the admission is kinda nice to hear, even if it is sad.

“Yeah, and I was hoping you’d be willing to share why that is,” I reply calmly.

She tenses some and sits back in her chair, pulling her legs under her to sit crisscrossed, the chair rocking with her movement and her dress overflowing past her knees.

“I guess now is as good a time as ever…” She looked at me sidelong before finding comfort in the view in front of her instead. “I didn’t really have a chance to develop a personality of my own because of my time in this lifestyle,” she motions around her, “started as soon as I could walk. So I had no identity to fall back on since I had to find it after I escaped.”

I had questions, but I found it best just to listen. Clearly, what she was talking about wasn’t something she brought up lightly, and being an ear to listen was what she needed right now.

“I was left behind by whichever no-good parent gave me up, and Adonis Hummel took me as his own and decided he’d try to recreate the famous assassin, The Winter Solider, from birth practically.”

The name drop came quickly and struck home. I didn’t know her whole story, but I had enough imagination and experience to believe where she was going.

“Wait, Hummel?” I started because the name sounded familiar, but…

“He was a low-level scientist who worked for Hydra when they were still using you under Pierce. He thought he had the brains and resources to create his own version of you. A version that would be more undetectable as a woman and a version he could tweak however he wanted,” she rolled her shoulders. “Lucky for him, I didn’t have to be brainwashed since I knew nothing besides the life of abuse, experimentation, and a shit ton of conditioning... "

"To clarify, I say that for context, not sympathy,” she straightened, and I could see her shifting back to her unbothered disposition, but the truth was shining through the cracks. She may not have wanted sympathy, but something about the vulnerability seemed to lighten the load on her shoulders.

“As for why I may have built a wall around you, an unhealthy and senile wall, I felt as though…” She gulped as if the next part was harder for her to say than the abuse of her past. “I felt as though you had been my competition my whole life, and a part of me, a young and in-need-of-therapy part of me, thought it was best to keep you as far away as possible and hold onto that anger instead of work through it. It felt easier than facing the fear that I didn’t actually equate to you in any way. So that’s another reason why I felt everything with you was to prove a point.” She lets out a short breath after using all the air in her lungs in one swift swoop.

I-

It’s a lot to take in…

She doesn’t move her head back towards me after her confession, and I can’t seem to break my stare from her.

“This is where you say something like, ‘Well, it’s your lucky day. I’m actually an asshole either way, so we can go on hating each other for completely understandable reasons!’ or I don’t know? Anything but silence would be preferred, though…”

Her hand is gripping the arm rest unconsciously like an anchor keeping her on earth.

On instinct, I reach across and pull her hand into mine, keeping my stare heavy, enticing her to look at me.

She closes her eyes at first and takes another short breath before turning.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel unworthy of being on the team.” I feel like I personally am the reason for her suffering, even if I had no correlation with her before I joined the team. "You are more than an asset to the team and are your own kind of weapon. It's incomparable."

“Ugh,” she sniffles and rubs an eye with the heel of her free hand as if to disguise a possible tear as allergies. ��This would be so much easier if you were a piece of shit misogynistic asshole, but you're part of the few good ones out there. Steve, Sam, and Clint included, not Tony,” she noted.

I smiled, thinking about how I’d make a team like that even if she had me believe otherwise for so long.

“What I’m trying to get at, B, is you’re not the one I should be blaming for my past. You’re just as much a victim as I am, but I took the easy way out of making it more manageable for me, and I only made it harder for us both in the end. And for that,” she turned and stared into my eyes fully, the hand she held squeezing my own. “I’m sorry. You don’t deserve an ounce of the kind of cruelness I tried to bury you in. You are the opposite of what they tried to make you, and you’re genuine in proving that to anyone who meets you. I've been envious of the strength you have, and I can say confidently that I deeply regret ever blaming you for that.”

I once again have to process yet another collection of words I’d never thought I hear. From her. Ever. A part of me believed this was a dream, but the part that Y/N had a grip on was practically pinching me into reality.

Without hesitating, I stood up, pulled her arm up with me, and yanked her into my body in a crushing hug.

She froze at first… The motion was quick and surprising, but slowly, she unhooked our hands, brought both of hers tightly around my waist, and laid into me. I rested my head on top of hers and pulled her shoulders in with my arms, wrapping both of my own tightly around her.

I wasn’t going to let go until she did, and by the looks of it… She wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

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scribbledghost · 1 day

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it’s me again. you said fem!simon and i came running. my brain’s been cooking this up—simon forgot her lunch at home so reader brings it to base.

let’s say price brings reader over to where simon is helping out with training, demonstrating to the recruits how the drill is done. all reader sees is this masked soldier absolutely RIP through the obstacle course with impressive timing, moving effortlessly and making it look easy—while having no idea it’s their beloved simon.

“who the hell was that?” reader asks price, who simply chuckles as this masked soldier catches glimpse of reader and approaches, takes mask off—surprise! it’s simon, who immediately turns to mush when she sees reader brought her lunch, meanwhile reader is equal parts stunned and turned on

I love this idea so much asldkjfalsh

Just imagine here. You're bringing Simon her lunch, completely unaware that she was scheduled for training duty today. All you'd known was that she had some sort of work on-base to do, and quite frankly you also knew that basework was her least favorite part of the job. So naturally, once you realize she'd forgotten her food, you made it a mission to get it to her.

You tell the attendant that you're there for Lt. Simon Riley, ignoring the skeptical look they give you as they page for her.

But instead of your girlfriend, you're greeted by Captain Price, who tells you he'll take you to where Simon's currently working.

"Bit of a busy day," he says. "She gave me the go-ahead to be your escort."

You follow him through the base until he leads you to the training area, where you stop dead in your tracks.

You spot a mountain of a soldier going through the training course, head almost completely obscured by a black balaclava. They breeze through it, doing things you're sure would break a weaker person.

If you'd been looking anywhere other than the soldier, you would've noticed Price giving you a knowing look out of the corner of his eye.

Anyway, you wait patiently for the demonstration to be over before turning to the Captain and asking why he brought you here. He opens his mouth to answer, but he's interrupted by a very familiar voice shouting to the recruits on the field.

"There. That oughta be enough to show you lot it can be done. Now move."

You'd know that voice anywhere, though the gruff, commanding tone is distinctly different from the softer one you're used to at home.

"That answer your question?" Price asks.

You watch as Simon catches your eye, walking to you as she removes the mask to give you a smile.

"Hey there, love," she says, wrapping an arm around your waist to press a kiss to your forehead. It's as if her temperament has switched on a dime, going immediately from no-nonsense drill sergeant to the woman you know so well.

"I see you brought me lunch."

"Yeah, I noticed you forgot it at home. Figured you'd prefer this over whatever they're serving," you say as you hold up the bag.

She thanks you, taking the food from you as Price offers to take over her training shift.

"Give 'er a tour," he suggests.

"Show 'er the barracks," he adds slyly.

It's not lost on you how Simon gives a sly grin of her own in return. But as you follow her across the field and inside, you continue to think back to her display of physical prowess.

Maybe a barracks tour wouldn't be half bad.

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Teen GN or Male reader idc with Lucifer (OM) who enjoys pissing him off?

Strictly platonic im teaming up with mammon, belphi and satan to dye his hair pink

I decided to do Male reader, but still a teen since the MC is in a school age. Instead of under 18 tho, the MC is 19 :) And also wasn't sure how to include Mammon into knowing about the prank since he, Mammon being Mammon, would probably screw up the prank on the way, but he is included after a bit alongside Asmo and a mention of Levi and Beel :v Also, sorry it took so long! Wasn't sure how to start it! 😅

It's just hair

Obey Me! Lucifer x Platonic!Teen!Male Reader

Word count: 1,325

Warnings: None, other than maybe hanging someone upside down as a punishment and a mention of Lucifer's try of killing Belphi and Satan for their fuckery

Y/N always watched closely how Satan and Belphi ran around, trying to prank Lucifer in any way. Obviously unsuccessful since the oldest brother wasn't dumb and always knew where the two were up to no good. That's why Y/N decided to team up with them. After all, who would suspect their precious human, top of the class student, to find it highly amusing and he'd want to be a part of it?

Definitely not Lucifer. Suddenly all the pranks started working out. The sourness to his coffee? The floor of his room being slippery making him fall and nearly bust his head or even the missing papers that somehow were stuck to the ceiling and when he tried to take them, they tore. It was so getting at his nerves that instead of just hanging Satan and Belphi upside down, since he had no idea about Y/N being the culprit too, he put a curse on Satan that made him unable to read any book and one on Belphi that made him unable to fall asleep whenever he wanted to because of that last prank.

Did that stop them? No. Absolutely not. Did they get smarter? No. They did not. So who did they turn to for the ultimate joke of their lives? That would more than likely cost them their lives? None other than Y/N. That's how they found themselves in the RAD's library, hush hush talking about what to do to prank Lucifer.

-How about switching all of his Demonus to a very sweet tea? - Belphi proposed, looking very much awake which unnerved many demons and even the angels alongside the two human exchange students, even though Solomon found it quite funny and even wanted to do some research on how long he could go like this.

-No. Too... Normal - Satan replied, resting his head on his hand, resigned about the lack of ideas. The curse that made him unable to read books made him feel absolutely livid, but Lucifer thought about that too and controlled his temper with said curse. He was slowly losing his mind, but even losing his mind made him tired.

-How about-?... No. We did that already and it didn't even phase him. Damn it, what else could we possibly do that would catch him off guard? - Belphi lamented, almost slamming his head into the table, getting a shushing motion from the librarian who looked at the three of them criticisingly.

-You're thinking too hard about Devildom related pranks. Why won't we do something from my realm? - Y/N said, lazily sucking on a lollipop Beel had oh so kindly given him. The other two gave him a look that only spoke of their own stupidity. How did they not think of that sooner?!

-Y/N, you, are a genius! - Satan said, suddenly regaining his energy back as devious smiles graced their faces. They just found their plan.

They went through multiple human prank ideas websites and eliminated most of them for being boring. In the end they decided on a quite simple one, just a changing colour shampoo. They couldn't do JUST that could they? Lucifer would realise something is wrong quicker than they could say Babylon Curry. So they had to be sneaky and came up with a perfect plan.

The next day Y/N asked Asmo if he'd teach him a proper way to take care of his body. Skin, hair, nails, everything. The man was more than happy to pull Y/N into the bathroom. It just so happened that the exchange student also knew that Lucifer would we looking for him to have him do some errands.

-Y/N? Are you in here? - a voice could be heard from behind the doors. Got him. One step closer to victory.

-I am! Come in! We're just going over some skincare! - Y/N answered, mischief hidden deep in his voice.

First mistake was when the tall demon actually got inside the bathroom. His face immediately got swarmed with the fog, because of how absolutely humid it was in the room. The tub filled up completely with hot water, waiting for someone to just jump in and both the demon of Lust and the exchange student just found their victim.

The chuckled as they pulled Lucifer towards the tub, the taller male highly unamused yet slightly confused over their antics. Surprisingly he did have some time to spare and he did promise Asmodeus that he would let him take care of his hair and nails since they were losing a bit of shine to them, so a touch up wouldn't hurt.

Second mistake. The second he was in that tub, they started to take care of his hair, wetting it gently. Then came in the shampoo. Of course Y/N chose it, it smelled nice and it just so happened that it was enchanted, but barely detectable, so the victim of the prank wouldn't be able to see it coming.

He nicely and gently rubbed it in before letting it sit for a moment letting Asmo work his magic with putting on a face mask onto Lucifer. Y/N carefully washed it out, applied a conditioner, let Asmo do his magic again with taking off the face mask and then finally washing out the conditioner to then semi dried it with a towel so it wasn't sopping wet. Like every normal hair wash. Nothing suspicious.

-There! All good to go! I hope I was a good student - Y/N said innocently, looking at Asmo with a big smile before looking at Lucifer who only nodded with his eyebrows raised in amusement while Asmodeus clapped happily saying that he did amazingly.

When the demon of Lust stared to take care of Lucifer's nail polish, Y/N decided to remove himself from the room after the Pride demon gave him the task of running an errand. He quickly went out of the house and into the town.

Next day, everything seemed quite normal. The day before after an errand, Y/N bumped into Belphi and Satan. Obviously they started asking about the prank and nearly blew the human's whole damn cover with Lucifer walking by if it wasn't for Mammon who crashed right into them, running away from Levi after stealing his Otaku game to sell it off for some Grimm.

Then all Hell broke lose when suddenly Lucifer's hair changed colour to a... Very bright, hot pink. Mammon stopped all of a sudden, completely forgetting about Levi chasing his greedy ass and just had to be the first one to point out the sudden change.

-Wow. New hair colour! Never thought you'd actually try it after Asmo proposed that idea! - he blurted out, lazily pointing at Lucifer's hair.

That made the taller male magic himself a mirror and look at whatever his younger brother was talking about. There it was. The prank of their lives. Colour change day after shampoo. He immediately transformed into his demon form and turned towards the trio, yet his eyes only looking towards Belphi and Satan. They've seen him absolutely furious before, shit, he had nearly killed them a couple of times over their dumb shit, but this? It's almost as if Hell just froze.

That's how they ended up hanged upside down, but not in the House of Lamentations. No, oh no. In the great hall of RAD so everyone could look at them while they were yelling that "it's just hair!". Humiliation tactic. While Y/N was snickering and looking up to observe the two dangling men, he felt a presence behind himself and a strong grip on his shoulder.

-Don't think I forgot about you, little human - the voice said, before Y/N got dragged away from the crowd's eyes that still stayed glued to Belphegor and Satan. No running away from consequences this time. It was dumb to even think he wouldn't find out.

#om lucifer x male reader #om lucifer x you #om lucifer #om #obey me lucifer x you #obey me lucifer x male reader #obey me shall we date lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me #x male reader #x you #platonic

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this is just something silly

best man!schlatt switching your wine for his whiskey. he slowly inches towards a lady (NOT the bride) who is wearing an “off white” ballgown. just to comically toss the liquid behind his shoulder to stain the skirt.

of course getting you a refill after bc he’s a gentleman but in his defense it was put to good use (we all agree)

- 🪼

no i love this so much.

you’re too busy talking to someone, maybe one of amelia’s family members, to even notice your drink has been switched out. you distractedly pick up the glass to take a sip and nearly gag, obviously not expecting whiskey. you know schlatt is behind this, so you turn to give him a piece of your mind, just to find him much farther away than he was just seconds ago.

you watch him stop, assessing the area, before coughing and tossing the glass over his shoulder, fully dousing one of james’ self proclaimed “girl best friends” (we’ve all seen the tiktok scenarios) who had shown up in an “off-white gown” aka a wedding dress. it’s an oddly sweet gesture, indicative of the protectiveness schlatt must feel over amelia and her feelings, the respect he has for her and james’ special day. the woman takes off to the bathroom, crying, and amelia shoots him a look, but everyone can tell she appreciated what schlatt did.

he stops by the bar, grabbing another glass of wine, before returning to you with a proud grin on his face. “sorry, toots.” he says, handing the glass over to you, taking his own back. “had to take care of some business.”

#rory answers #🪼#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #the wedding fic

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galacticleague · 1 day

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speaking my truth on npmd because im thinking about this alot. i think the reason it falls flatter than tgwdlm and bf as a musical is that tgwdlm and bf have a running theme — want.

(whole thing undercut)

the cast of tgwdlm want human connection - charlotte wants sam to love her, bill wants alice to love him, mr davidson wants his wife to choke him while he jerks off etc etc, and eventually paul goes from 'i want what anyone wants, money, kids, a partner maybe idk' to - to put it simply - wanting emma (putting it very simply, if i went into detail this post would go off the rails). this switch is what makes him vulnerable to the hive and this want to live and to survive and to be happy with emma is satiated by pokey by giving him the connection he craves via hivemind, this is how it works for everyone. they want to be happy, pokey makes them happy by removing any need to want anything in the first place.

similarly, in bf, the adults of hatchetfield are still miserable and they want to be happy, they have this void within them that they feel they need to fill with products and consumerism. if they buy this stupid fucking doll their kids will love them, they will be happy, etc etc. and this want to be happy is similarly satiated by wiggly via the cult - they have something to worship, or - in lindas case - people who worship them. they have purpose, or at least they think they do, but whether their problems have actually been solved or not - they are still content.

but in npmd, this is less solid. theres that bit where they have to sacrifice what they want the most, but this is near the end. its kind of all over the place, and this wobbliness(?) is sort of just emphasised by the fact that there is no specific lord in black, its all of them. now i loved the summoning when i first watched it because im obviously a huge hatchetfield fan so i like. know who these characters are but as ive seen others say, alot of npmd does rely on knowing hatchetfield lore - understanding injokes. and in hindsight it just... isnt great for the cohesion of the plot.

tgwdlm and bf both have specific themes, specific lords in black, they have subplots but they have a solid throughline that is easier to follow. to me, npmd feels like its all over the place and it just feels kind of...mid for lack of a better word.

i think there were some moments that were just kind jarring? i guess? like if i loved you coming directly after ruths death was really strange, tonally. i wish they spent more time on ruths death tbh she deserved better. richie got two songs and an opening scene. anyways i digress- i feel like whenever i think about it im always like. i just wanted More. which is weird cuz its already like 2 hours long but idk. IDK!!! if i loved definitely felt unnecessary to me- like just conflict out of nowhere. i would have liked more build up to it. maybe im just salty that it took up stagetime that could have been used to grieve ruth but. sorry for the random if i loved you slander i think my point here is that some moments and some subplots felt more tropey, injokey or like fanservice??but not in a sexual way?? - is that the right word to use idk - than actual compelling plot moments. tgwdlm is an incredible work of theatre and uses subversions of tropes to communicate a great story, bf is a detailed criticism of american consumerism and how capitalistic societies force people to rely on products to make their lives better, npmd is. high school drama with ghosts. it just doesnt hit as hard on its own.

i dont want to be one of those "im a better writer, and THIS is how i would have done it!!!! im going to fix this!!!" people so im not going to do that but i think something i would have liked to see was focus on just one lord in black, probably nibbly because i feel like he fits the most and has the least preexisting story. i mean for gods sake, why does wiggly have the most speech time out of all the lords in black again!!! he already has an entire musical about him!!! greedy bitch- well i guess thats kind of his thing. i think i just want to see more of nibbly tbh, he has one nmt story and he only shows up at the very end. anyways that was kind of a side rant sorry gang. there isnt a problem with having a story featuring all the lords in black, but i think it just doesnt quite work in npmd for like structural reasons as well as plot cohesion.

i did enjoy npmd, im not pretending i didnt, but narratively it is the weakest hatchetfield musical and i just wanted to put my finger on what it is specifically. please dont take this as like hate or slander, i am a huge starkid fan, but i think it is important to consume media critically.

also i am not a professional i am a teenage drama and english lit student who likes media analysis and narrative design so just. take everything i say with a grain of salt :)

if you read all this, thankyou and if you disagree please lmk what you think(civilly.i do not want discourse in my notes)!! i could be hugely wrong about this and just need to think more about npmd and id love to see others' analyses!

#long post #sorry gang #i feel like people are gonna be like “oh but its fun and silly sometimes things are just fun and silly” and yeah i know that #look at my url and pfp. starship is my favourite starkid musical like yeah i Know that #but within the context of the hatchetfield series #it just feels...weak. compared to the other musicals #IDK! idk #this was inspired by that one starcanwrecked confession btw i should go back and rb that #please dont crucify me for this #npmd #starkid #hatchetfield #npmd analysis #hatchetfield analysis

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Hey babe! I came from your yungi fic and..PHEW. Melting into the floor type shit. So I need an opinion: dom and absolute perv Yeosang. Like we all know he’s so so sweet and kind and (truthfully) babygirlcore. BUT I think there’s something goin on similar to Yunho, like Yeo is a FREAAAAK. I imagine him being into controlling kinks such as choking/restraining, maybe some type of scent/sweat/spit kink with him, he loves all the fluids and he likes giving/receiving them. He would have such a dirty mouth, but say it in the sweetest tone, probably degrades you and then laughs when you cry. I think you would fuckin body this idea for a request, I’m sorry I kinda rambled lmao. Hope you have a great day love <3

hii !! hope u loved d the yungi filth lol :3

yea imo yeosang is definitely my fav type of person: babygirl in streets, completely dominant and borderline sadistic in the sheets. he has an angelic and like…calming face?? and can appear quite quiet and thoughtful most times, which actually imo makes him more intimidating but also makes me think he’d be so good at degrading you. he knows exactly what to say to pack a punch, knows exactly what to call you make you feel as small and pathetic as possible. i think all of ateez are switches at the very least, and all of them are definitely capable of being quite dominant on good days, but yeosang is a different kind. he’s so unassuming and harmless looking and he knows how to use it to his advantage. he treats training and conditioning you as a procedure and will completely humiliate you with a totally straight face. he’s the one person in ateez who i think could send you fully into subspace without even touching you. his words are definitely his strong suit. he says the most vile, disgusting, demeaning things to you but manages to do it without making you feel bad about yourself in general. he can make you feel utterly pathetic, naked and crying, on your knees and clinging to his legs while he degrades you, but even while he stares down with you, totally emotionless, looking at you like you’re nothing, you know you’re safe and loved and he’s going to treat you exactly how you deserve. like hes such an expert at dirty talk and humiliation that you wonder if he’s somehow been professionally trained for it.

physically he’s definitely in total control still but he’s just so good at verbal stuff that its definitely the greatest weapon in his arsenal. if he’s trying to ease you into subspace but you’re taking too long to go under, he’ll just crouch down to your level, grab your chin and force you to keep eye contact with him as he starts speaking to you and within minutes you’ll be a whining, desperate mess ready to please him just like he wants.

once he’s coaxed (or forced, depending on the occasion) you into subspace, that’s when he gets physical. when he carries you to the bed or couch or wherever he holds you like you’re precious and breakable, but he quickly shifts to more brutal treatment. he loves slapping you around, leaving red marks across your face, ass and thighs. he’ll slap your face then spit on it, then slap you again in the same spot, stroking the red mark on your cheek and smearing his spit across your face. sometimes he forces your mouth open so he can spit into it, ordering you to swallow and pushing his fingers into your mouth so can’t spit it out, but he prefers to spit on your face because then he can see it afterwards and it makes you look pathetic.

like you mentioned he’s a big choker too but he prefers to use his arms rather than his hands. he’ll wrap a strong arm around your neck while he hits it from behind, cutting off the blood flow with his bicep while his other hand grips your hip tightly. he’ll keep his face next to yours because he loves the sound of you struggling to breathe, your little gasps for breath until you’re right on the edge of passing out and then he releases you, kissing the back of your neck and telling you what a good girl you are for letting him hold your life in his hands like that.

yeosang has such a clean, pristine appearance which is why i agree that he likes sex that’s the opposite; in his mind nothing can beat dirty, messy, sweaty sex that leaves you both exhausted by the end.

on the final note, i think yeosang would occasionally like to punish you. not in an actual disciplinary way but as a type of play. for example sometimes he’d tell you that you’re not to touch yourself for the next week and when he walks into your room one day to find your fingers stuffed in your pussy, he’d angrily yank you towards the end of the bed and bend you over his lap to slap your already swollen pussy until it’s red and painful and you’re screaming your apologies and begging him to stop. if you’re hanging out with the members and you really piss him off, for example by flirting continuously with another member (i don’t think he’s a PARTICULARLY jealous person (just a bit) but it’s more about you deliberately testing him and making him look like a chump in front of his friends) he’d excuse the two of you for a minutes and drag you to a spare room so he can bend you over, yank down your panties and hit your bare ass with his belt until he knows you’re really sorry. of course that would be followed by hours more torture at home, usually in the form of overstimulation. i could talk a lot about yeosang and overstim bc i think he’s one of the biggest culprits of it in ateez but this is getting a bit long and im working myself up thinking about this💀

so yeah, my impression of yeosang is bang on with yours. i’ve posted one yeosang fic already and while nothing actually happened, i think it gave a good impression of yeosang as the skilled and completely dominant person ive talked about here (he’s a professional dom after all). i’d also be happy to write a full fic based on this if people are interested, so comment your thoughts or send an ask if you have any more requests!! love🖤🖤

#ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez x reader #kpop smut #yeosang smut #yeosang hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez hard asks #yeosang hard thoughts

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