#it's for whoever makes marvel movies

[transvampireboyfriend]

ur all closed minded and short sighted. i think he WOULD say that. i think he'd say anything. when it comes to fic im a yes and kinda guy

[all-that-jazz-93]

Holy shit dude, Peggy haters on this webbed site have the weirdest fucking takes

I mean honestly, talk about willfully ignoring canon to form your own (wrong) opinions about a character...

[moghedien]

obviously there are a bunch of issues with the MCU and I'm not gonna sit here and try to convince everyone that MCU movies are cinema or whatever so don't get what I'm gonna say twisted. I do find their kinda mainstay in cultural media and the dominance they had to be interesting, especially now in an era where the MCU is undeniably falling off and struggling. just as like a cultural analysis I find that interesting and everyone has their opinions of why it happened.

my opinion/theory on why the MCU just crashed is because they sort of forgot what it means to be telling a comic book story, especially a marvel comic book story. Because I've read thousands of issues of various marvel series at this point, across tons of different eras and events, and the thing that makes them last (which is also a thing that drives me personally crazy and I hate so much) is that the status quo doesn't really change. Or when it does, it lasts for a few arcs or years at most and then gets reverted back to the norm eventually. Like the fact that everything is pointless and nothing is a risk is something I loathe, but it is admittedly what keeps them going. If someone just got into comics, they can pick up a modern issue and expect to find Spider-man or Captain America or whoever. They may be introduced to new characters, but the big ones will show up eventually.

And after the last Avengers movie, like half of the mainstay cast are just gone. Which as someone who likes good stories, I think is a good opportunity (which is arguably being wasted but idk I haven't watched any MCU thing in years) to actually shake things up and develop characters that mainstream people are less familiar with and give them a chance to shine and tell interesting stories. But that's not why people like marvel comics.

People like marvel comics because if they want to read about Iron Man, they can pick up any random issue about Iron Man and it will most likely be the Iron Man they know. People like the status quo, and Marvel has never been high literature and has always basically been pulp storytelling, and it gave people status quo and familiarity. And I think Marvel Studios figured this out waaayyy too late.

Because if Marvel actually understood what people like about the comics, they would have embraced recasting major roles from the start. They wouldn't have tied characters' identities so strongly to their actors and would have made it clear that characters can and will continue on with different faces. There is no reason why Tony Stark needs to be RDJ or Steve Rogers needs to be Chris Evans. They would have had plans to not write these characters out of existance the second actors wanted to exit or died or were fired or any of the various reason why actors are no longer involved with the MCU. Hell they had precedent. They didn't have a problem replacing Terrence Howard with Don Cheadle, who are very different looking people who give very different performances, but we know why they felt ok with that recasting but won't recast any of their boys named Chris...

Anyway it seems like they realized that general audiences don't actually like change if its permanent and are learning the wrong lessons with the Doom casting nonsense and the fact that they seem to keep changing what the new story is to fit what they think audiences want.

I'm fine with the MCU dying off and its probably better for media that it does, but again I'm just kinda interested in the fumble from like an objective standpoint because it seemed like they just locked themselves into eventual failure in such a stupid way. Like they could have told the same safe representative Avengers storylines for decades and wouldn't have a meltdown every time an actor in a major role needed to be removed from production if they just accepted that people would be recast as needed. It would be worse for actors and it would be worse for movies in general probably, but it would have kept the MCU churning out pulp like the comics do to this day. But now people are realizing its not just pulp but pulp they don't want and its gonna kill the MCU eventually.

[buckymilf]

i know I've been not the most active here but i think i need to rant to whoever will read this... I'm tired. I'm tired of feeling alone in a ship fandom that i love so much, I'm tired of having a big corporation crushing every fiber of steve and Bucky's relationship in every universe in movies, shows, everything, it breaks my heart that nothing will fix what they did and are continuously doing with steve and bucky's friends... I feel and i see everyone leaving this ship, this pairing that means so much to me, so so much, people used to be so outraged by marvel that we wrote fics just to fix any bad situation and make them together again... i want my old fandom back, i want that union back, I don't know if i can hold on here, alone, any longer, I'm really, really tired of all this.

[revehae]

soul snatcher

pairing ↠ demon!ryujin × (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, dubcon, wall sex, monsterfucking, g!p, demon!ryujin, dom!ryujin, sub!reader, oral

summary ↠ when your best friend invites you on a adventure to an abandoned house in the woods, you're inclined to decline, but you want to prove that you're not afraid of ghosts. little do you know, there's something else you should be scared of - demons.

wc ↠ 3.5k

a/n ↠ part 1/5 of the legend has it series!

don't like it, don't read.

you were not a scavenger. going into the woods and traipsing around random places was your best friend’s thing, not yours, but saying no was never something that came easy for you. 

especially not when you felt like you had something to prove. yeji teased you, asking if you believed in ghosts or something, which was borderline ridiculous. for centuries, there’d been myths of supernatural creatures and the like residing in your city, but they were like bigfoot sightings. just conspiracy bullshit that only idiots believed.

just like there was no such thing as ghosts, there was no such thing as mermaids or vampires or anything other unnatural beings. you were sure of it. 

kind of.

there was a vacant, abandoned house that yeji led you to, and she gawked at how large it was for a house in the woods. according to her, most of her finds were merely small cabins. you didn’t find it fascinating. matter of fact, you thought that it was a death trap and what belonged to nature now should remain with nature alone, but it was too late to back out.

“come on,” yeji said, beckoning you inside with a motion of her hand. 

your footsteps were tentative, making it evident that you didn’t want to be anywhere near this godforsaken place. the person that owned the property was probably a thousand years old and haunting it as you spoke. maybe you would find their skeleton in a closet upstairs.

the front door opened with a begrudging groan, almost like it was not meant to be pried open, but yeji was undeterred. she let you inside before herself, as if you wanted to be first in line when the ghost haunting this place jumped out and attacked, but you went in anyway.

obviously, the whole house was dark when you went inside, though courtesy of the daylight seeping through the windows, it wasn’t like you were totally blind. you were standing in the foyer, a long single staircase directly in front of you. it was almost like out of a movie or something, which was not comforting in the slightest. you knew how those movies played out.

you jolted when yeji closed the door behind you, but willed yourself to remain calm. it’s just a door. it’s just a door. it’s just a goddamn door.

“woah, it’s beautiful,” yeji marveled, glancing around. there was a thousand-year-old chandelier hanging above your heads that you’d failed to notice, because all you could think about was how badly you needed to get the fuck out of here and never return. 

you deadpanned, “yeah, i was thinking the exact same thing.”

yeji snorted. the vicious sarcasm in your tone was not lost on her, but she was entirely unaffected, grabbing your hand and dragging you to what appeared to be a kitchen. 

the style was like nothing you had ever seen before, you had to give whoever built it that. if this whole house didn’t give you the creeps, you might’ve even had the courage to admit that it was beautiful. somebody used to eat here a long, long time ago.

“there’s something strange about this place,” yeji mused, tapping her chin cutely. “it’s got to be, like, a billion years old, but it’s in great condition. no debris, minimal spiderwebs, all that jazz.”

that was alarming to you. “wouldn’t that mean somebody’s living here?”

yeji scoffed, “oh, please. nothing human has lived here since the birth of christ.”

“how can you be so sure?”

yeji opened a cabinet, where a couple of flies flew out, though she didn’t seem the least bit bothered. “would you eat peanut butter older than the civil war?”

“peanut butter wasn’t invented until after the civil war,” you quipped, arms folded.

yeji rolled her eyes. “anyways, i wanna go upstairs. come on, scaredy cat.”

you grumbled something under your breath before following her up the unnerving, creaky stairway. you were half expecting a hole to open up in the middle of it and swallowing you from head to toe, but you made it to the upper floor without any of that happening.

after poking around, you noticed a light coming from one of the rooms and stopped following yeji, steadily creeping closer. though the door was closed, you could just barely see underneath it, taking three deep breaths before you pushed the door open. 

it was a bedroom. there was a window where sunlight beamed onto a mirror, casting a light onto the floor. you glanced around, inspecting the room curiously. yeji was too right for your liking. this place looked a little too lived-in to be completely abandoned, like maybe travelers stayed from time to time.

either way, you wanted out. you stood in front of the mirror, lifting it and setting it upright. all you could see was the terror etched onto your face that had every right to be there, spooky as this place was.

“i was wondering where you went,” yeji said, poking her head through the doorway. you flinched, setting your hand over your chest. your heart was racing over the scare she’d just given you. “oops. sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.”

“it’s fine,” you muttered, heaving another breath. totally fucking fine.

yeji noticed the mirror that had evidently caught your attention, grinning from ear to ear. “ooh, an old mirror. you should try summoning a demon.”

you rolled your eyes. “and how do you suggest i do that, yeji?”

she shrugged. “i don’t know. say something weird in the mirror three times. like, ‘child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit.’”

you snorted. 

“have fun. i’ll be across the hall. scream if you need me,” yeji said. 

“will do.”

then, she turned around and left. you eyed the mirror, thinking what the hell. it wasn’t like an actual demon was going to pounce on you and gobble you up for dinner.

boredly, you droned for amusement, “child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit. child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit. child of satan’s inferno, i summon thy spirit.”

though you weren’t expecting some dramatic change in the first place, you waited a couple of seconds, holding your breath. obviously, nothing happened. there was no demon. not even one. you snickered at yourself for considering it for even a second.

then, it felt like a gust of wind rushed through the air and your body felt lighter, a misty cold breezing through your thumping chest. but the window wasn’t opened, and it didn’t look like it every would. your head snapped back in the direction of the mirror when its glass started to break, crumbling in on itself, piece by fucking piece.

you swallowed, dampening your dry throat, and stepped away. your shoulders felt bare and naked, but you could not at all liken it to a puff of air on a nipping wintry night. much to your fright, it was more like a cool breath sweeping over from behind you.

almost as if there was someone behind you, breathing on your neck.

“i’m here,” came a voice, but it was much less distant than you would have imagined. it sounded like it came from within your own head.

you screamed at the tippity top of your lungs, panic flooding your chest as your pulse quickened more than it ever had before in your life. that wasn’t you. that couldn’t have been you. though when you turned around, nobody was there.

“shh,” shushed the voice, wherever it was. whoever it was. “you’re a noisy one, aren’t you?”

you didn’t get the chance to reply, because yeji immediately darted back, concern washing over her face. her eyes fell to the broken mirror and then to you, asking, “what the hell happened? are you okay?”

the voice in your head chuckled, like there was something funny about this predicament you’d landed yourself in. and you had to admit that it was laughable, but not the least bit funny. “such a pretty friend you have here,” it said. “i’d hate for something to happen to her. tell her that everything’s okay and she’ll be fine.”

that threat had you horrified to your very fucking core, so you quickly did as told. “sorry. everything’s fine,” you lied to yeji, chuckling to hide your nerves. “i just accidentally broke the mirror.”

yeji sighed. “that’s a bad omen. you’re such a klutz sometimes, you know that?”

“yeah,” you agreed, scratching your head nervously.

“alright. well, i’m gonna go. again. you know the drill.”

“mm-hm.”

as much as you didn’t want her to, yeji walked away again. but there was obviously someone - or something - here and the last thing you wanted was to see your best friend get hurt.

“good girl,” crooned that same voice. 

you whispered, “who the hell are you?”

“you can call me ryujin,” answered the voice.

“okay, ryujin, what the hell are you?” you hissed. “and where are you?”

“i’m a demon, dummy,” ryujin giggled. “you summoned me. remember?”

every breath you took was shakier than the last. you didn’t think the summoning would actually work out. you were just goofing around, trying to make sense out of what yeji saw out of spine-chilling places like this. 

ryujin continued, “and i’m inside you.”

as if that couldn’t be right, you repeated, “inside me?”

“yeah. i can come out, if you’d like,” ryujin said, a kind of mischievousness to her tone that you did not want to entertain.

you aggressively whispered, “get the hell out of me!”

“if you say so.”

the windy feeling intensified as you assumed ryujin left your body, as insane as that sounded, and you couldn’t really tell if she was actually gone or not until you saw a woman materialize in front of you.

you almost screamed again, but ryujin held a warm palm over your mouth, pushing you against a wall. “you know, if we’re going to play, i really need you to do something about that mouth. we can’t get caught. unless, you’re into that.”

given that ryujin’s palm was flat over your mouth, your noises were muffled, but it wasn’t difficult for her to tell what was troubling your pretty little head, just from your wide, petrified eyes looking into her soulless black ones. never had you seen anything like her. you were confronted with the fact that demons were very real and you didn’t know how to proceed. 

what you did know, regardless of how much you fought the feeling, was that you were a little turned on. you couldn’t exactly explain why, teetering between the thinning line of arousal and total horror.

ryujin removed her hand from your mouth and stuck it up your skirt, rubbing you through your underwear, and grinning at the fact that you were already wet. “now what do we have here?”

“it’s not… for you,” you huffed out, lying through your teeth. you couldn’t admit to being wet for a demon of all things. that went against everything you stood for. 

“not for me?” ryujin repeated, cocking a brow. “who’s it for, then? yeji? the old man that used to live here?”

your eyes flickered. “how do you know her name?”

“you said it.”

that didn’t ring a bell. “i did?”

“you did. when she came in here, you muttered it under your breath,” ryujin lied, covering her tracks smoothly. “don’t you remember, baby?”

you didn’t, not even a little bit, but you were so terrified in that moment that you didn’t question the validity of her statement. ryujin fought a smile. you didn’t need to know that she’d been watching you way before now, but you attempting to summon a demon was the perfect excuse to finally reveal herself. of course, your chant was very faulty, but you wouldn’t ever know that.

to distract you, ryujin slipped two fingers underneath your panties and into your hole, making you gasp out in shock when you felt her fingers grow inside of you. 

“what’s happening?” you asked, confused. 

ryujin shushed you with a kiss, something unnatural about the way her lips felt as they attached themselves between yours, one hand working through your cunt while the other meandered down to knead your thighs. you didn’t want to admit it, but it felt like paradise. the sounds birthed from your mouth were swallowed by ryujin as she sucked on your tongue, and there was only the wet sound of your lips locking.

you could feel something growing against your crotch, too, and you weren’t oblivious to what was happening, but it felt so wrong. she was a demon, for fuck’s sake, from hell for all you knew. to say nothing of the fact that this house wasn’t even yours.

almost as if it meant nothing, as if you were wavering at the threshold of right and wrong and finally took one, definitive step, you succumbed to pleasure broiling in your belly, warmth unfurling throughout your body as release was dangled dangerously close to your face on a string.

then, when you least expected it, ryujin pulled back completely. you didn’t realize that you could barely breathe from how long she’d been sucking on your tongue right against that very wall, you didn’t realize that your hips were desperately grinding against her hand. all you knew was that the satisfaction you longed for was ripped out of your palms like nothing, and something bitter and needy stirred inside.

“ryu…,” you started, not able to finish with how out of breath you were, and ryujin liked it that way. 

“if you wanna come,” she whispered, nibbling at your ear. “you have to do it on my cock.”

very much against your better judgment, you were throbbing at the lone thought of being stuffed full of her cock, and started to beg, “please. please, please, please…”

“human begging for demon cock. god, i’ve seen it all,” ryujin teased, revealing her cock from underneath the skirt she was wearing.

you could only stand there and gawk. it made no sense how much you could feel pulsing between your thighs. 

“say you want it,” ryujin hissed. 

you didn’t skip a beat. “i want it.”

“say you need it.”

“i need it,” you echoed. “please.”

ryujin, seemingly pleased, abruptly lifted you against the wall and you cried out in shock, but bit your lip when you remembered that yeji wasn’t far and you needed to keep it down. it wasn’t like ryujin was making an effort to keep you silent, either, judging from how she roughed impaled you on her cock, prompting whimpers out of you that you tried your hardest to conceal.

not to mention that ryujin was bigger than anything you could’ve imagined. you didn’t realize the extent of how wet you truly were until you felt her cock stretching you out, slipping in and out with ease. you didn’t know how you were taking it - it was just a blessing that you could, even if barely.

“ryujin,” you whined, at a lost for words at how deep she was.

“fuck,” ryujin hissed. “i always knew you’d be tight.”

your eyes flickered. “always?”

ryujin latched her tongue onto the pulse at your collarbone, making you gasp as she sucked a bruise just below your neck. all the while, your body was being forcibly jolted up against the wall with every thrust, and yet you could hardly feel it over the feeling of her thick cock filling you to the hilt.

the room heated up, almost as if she was bringing hell to you on a silver platter. you couldn’t contemplate longly about what she said, now right now, anyway. the heat was getting to your head and her touch stripped you bare of every thought, her hands holding your thighs in her palms.

it had been so long since you’d gotten properly fucked and this was unlike all of your past sexcapades. this was lethal tenfold, like she would fuck the soul out of you and then take it for safekeeping. and if she was being frank, ryujin was more than a little tempted, but she had already waited so long just to have you and she’d be damned if she lost you even quicker.

in the back of your mind, you wondered if any ghosts were watching. now that you knew demons were very real, that had to mean that other supernatural creatures were, too. though you had many questions for ryujin, you could bring yourself to ask none of them, every word leaving your mouth when you parted your chapped lips being a curse, a cry of ryujin’s name, or a combination thereof.

ryujin was just so bewitched by you. you would never grasp the irony of you trapping her in your human-like spells, nor would you know the extent of how crazy you made her. she couldn’t believe that she was fucking her first human, she’d dreampt of this moment many times before. matter of fact, there were instances where she was enticed to take you in your sleep, but she wanted you to be mentally present.

maybe, in the near future, she could come back and fulfill her temptations, but for now she was grateful for her willpower. “fuck, baby, if your friend wasn’t here, i’d make sure the entire forest could hear you calling out for me,” she exhaled, yearning.

you clenched around ryujin when you heard her moan your name, the sound so beguilingly sweet that you failed to realize you had never once told ryujin your name, nor did yeji ever call you by it when she was around. all of your thoughts were solely in the moment, dedicated to what you could feel and not what you could reason.

“feels so good,” you whimpered, maddened that she could somehow bring you to the very peak of ecstasy itself. 

ryujin chuckled. “i know it does. you’re shaking.”

“to say nothing of you,” you retorted, though your voice lost its bite as a result of its shakiness. “moaning my name like a bitch.”

ryujin thought about not fucking you at all, but she was too selfish for that, so instead she pulled out of your pussy, giggling cutely when you whined and shoved her cock inside your mouth, asking, “you wanna say that again?”

you huffed something out bitterly, but it was muffled into her cock, and your knees were being bruised by the floor now as she wrecked the back of your throat. 

“what was that?” ryujin asked, teasing. “i can’t hear you.”

you lifted your middle finger. surely, it was universal enough for her to understand.

ryujin merely giggled, grabbing your hair. “that’s it, babe. keep doing that.”

you did as told, even though the throbbing ache between your legs was unbearable and you could feel your own arousal slowly dripping down your thighs, because a part of you hoped that she would find it in her heart to make you cum in the end just as you were resolved to do for her. you bobbed your head around her cock, licking and sucking, taking as much as you could in spite of the fact that she had the biggest cock you’d ever seen.

ryujin kept pulling your hair, and simultaneously little smothered whimpers from your mouth that she loved because they sent vibrations down her shaft. a swear or ten escaped her, because you were indescribably good at this, and she knew then and there that this couldn’t be the last time.

it wasn’t very long before you started to tune out every bit of your surroundings, just so focused on pleasuring ryujin that you couldn’t even hear yourself anymore. not your thoughts or the wet smacks of your lips sucking her cock. you were just so addicted to how she tasted that nothing else seemed to matter.

that was, until you felt ryujin smack your cheek, bringing you back to the real world instead of the one you’d escaped to where it was only you and her. ryujin taunted, “so cockdrunk you don’t hear me talking to you?”

your eyes flicked up to her, baffled. 

“i was trying to tell you that your, fuck, friend’s coming,” ryujin moaned, still yanking at your hair. “but it’s a little too late now.”

panic filled you immediately, and you flitted your gaze towards the door, where you saw yeji standing, paralyzed with shock.

you tried to move, anything to save face, but ryujin kept you rooted in place and it was clear that you weren’t going anywhere until she was done with you. she had long started to fuck your throat, making you gag while tears pricked your eyes, but she didn’t stop. nothing would get her to.

you tried to push at her thighs, but it was no use. and then, her hips grinded to a halt, and you could feel her cum release at the back of your throat. ryujin rasped, “swallow. show your friend how good you are for me.��

you did your best, you really did, but your lips were a mess when she finally pulled out.

ryujin sighed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “well, that was fun while it lasted. but i’ll be back.”

you gawked when she disappeared without any other warning, casting a glance to yeji who finally started to move, and you knew you a lot of explaining to do.

but first and foremost, was it just you, or did yeji not blink at all until ryujin vanished into thin air?

[greenorangevioletgrass]

fever pitch (b.b.) - part one

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“Are we even allowed in here?” 

You and Bradley turn a corner from the club area into a narrow hallway. There’s a door that leads outside, thanks to the little glass pane, you can see a little terrace situation outside. Bradley tries the doorknob… and it opens.

“I mean, there’s no sign that says we can’t…” Bradley shrugs, offering his hand to guide you in.

Like Alice in Wonderland, you step into a formal English garden in the heart of this complex of townhouses-turned-clubhouse. In the middle of the bricks and noises of the city, there are beds of roses and manicured hedges and ravines over a stone arch. It’s small, but very intentional even with the mosses growing on the edges of the fountain in the middle. A Dionysus statue sits atop the fountain, as if pouring wine instead of water. A nice touch to celebrate festivities.

“Wow. This is straight out of the old movies we talked about.” You marvel at your surroundings. “Like… The Sound of Music or something.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, exactly.”

Bradley starts humming My Favorite Things as you stroll your separate ways around the garden, marveling at the evergreen shrubs and colorful perennials. You eventually meet each other again right in front of the Dionysus statue. It feels like a sign from the universe for him, so he asks,

“May I have this dance?"

He can't be real, can he? "Like a 'dance' dance?"

"Absolutely." He says it with such conviction that it's easy to forget that the deafening, thumping electronic music from the club is completely shut out from your little pocket of a park. And the only semblance of music you can hear is the rustling of leaves, the trickling of water, and the fluttering memories of Bradley's velvety tone.

So you take his hand. He pulls you in and leads you into a slow dance. You were expecting to just sway, this is surreal enough as it is, but as you dance around the fountain, you slowly notice… the slow and simple rhythm, the unmistakable one-two-three, one-two-three count… This is a waltz step.

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“I try my best.” In a swift movement, he twirls you away and reels you back in with a spin. He just prays to God or whoever is listening that you can’t actually feel his racing heart as he holds your back flush against his chest.

(You can’t. You’re too busy calming your own.)

“So… you and your friends celebrating the success at Wembley?”

His voice tickles the back of your neck, and this sudden closeness is too much for you to bear. You strategically turn around so you’re facing him again. “Oh, no. This is just my night off. I still have… three shows left here.”

“So how long will you be in town for?”

“Another week.”

“And after that…?”

“Paris.”

“Right…” he nods. “And home is in… Los Angeles?”

The question catches you off-guard for some reason. You know he’s probably just asking where you live, but something about the way he asks it makes it sound like he’s asking about… ‘home’ home. “Technically, yes.”

He makes a face. That’s a strange answer… “What do you mean, technically? I’m sure you must have at least one home base somewhere, right?”

“I do, yeah.” You smile sheepishly.  “LA is my home base. But… it’s not like I have any emotional attachment to the city or anything.”

“Where’s that, then, if not LA?”

You give it a good thought… but you got nothing. “I don’t know. Ask me tomorrow.” Maybe it’s the romance of the setting—although his warm hazel eyes play a crucial role too— it makes you feel more inclined to be more honest than you usually do.

Bradley smiles. He’s so fascinated by you, but at the same time, he has an inkling that he might need to solve a few puzzles himself before you let him in. And he would gladly take his time to get there.

At the same time, slow-dancing to a hummed classic with this man away from a modern-day nightclub… It makes you wonder what kind of person he is. “And you? You’re an American in London. Where’s home for you?”

“Well, I think Virginia will always be home, but this place has really grown on me. I’ve been here for most of my adult life, and this city, the team, the people… I can’t imagine living anywhere else.”

“Virginia, huh?” you smirk—imagining him growing up near the water, a sunkissed teenage boy shooting the shit with his friends.

“Yes, ma’am. Born and raised.”

It’s only at this moment that Bradley is so much like this garden. Seemingly out of place, frozen in time while the world moves all too fast around it. But at the same time, perfectly placed, a calm in the eye of the storm. Just for this little pocket of a park.

Just for you.

“Are you normally this… Southern gentlemanly? With the suit and the sweet disposition and the waltz…”

“Honestly? Not really.” He admits bashfully. “But, I don’t know. I feel like I’m in another era with you right now.”

“Oh?”

Bradley doesn’t elaborate right away. Instead, he asks you, "Do you believe in past lives?"

Your face lights up, and he knows he just asked the right question. "I don’t know. Do you?”

"A little…" he nods, thoughtful. "Maybe not in a religious sense where you die, you get judged, and then come back as a... worm or whatever. But.. I kinda like the idea that... no one is ever really a stranger, you know? That our paths have crossed at some point."

"And you're saying we've met before?"

"Oh, yeah." Again with the conviction, this motherfucker. 

“Really?” You step away from him, entering a more cerebral dance than the one that you just swayed into. Your fingers barely touch the surface of the water on the fountain, and ripples it over as you walk by. "Where do you suppose we have met before?" 

He looks up at the sky, moving clouds and all, pondering his answer. "I was thinking the 40’s and 50's—you know, the Golden Age. But I think it's a little earlier than that, don't you think?" 

"Like... the Roaring Twenties?"

“Yes!”

His enthusiasm amuses and fascinates you endlessly, and you never needed much to fuel your active imagination anyway. "I like that. I can see you as... a former pilot who fought in World War I. And then went on to become a poet. Or a pianist."

"I think I'm better off as a pianist.” He’s not very good with words—he’s much better plunking the ivories to get the party going.

"Fair, fair. A jazz… pianist, maybe?"

"Ooh, interesting." Bradley smiles, picturing it in his head. "And what would you be?”

"I don't know. You tell me." You lean back against the stone arch, looking at him expectantly. His answer will determine how he sees you and thus, how you feel about him. And you want him desperately to have a good answer.

"I wanna say... the starlet, or the mysterious singer—" 

"Oh, come on. Even in my past life, I'm still a singer? Can't I be something else?” You groan in protest.

He chuckles, settling right across from you. "Okay, okay..." he looks at you deeply, pensively for a moment. "You're one of those socialites, who drank martinis and danced the Charleston until morning."

"Makes sense. I do love martini... and the Charleston." 

"Right? You'd be one of those girls who rebelled against daddy dearest and partied all night, maybe broke a few hearts along the way."

"Including yours?"

“I don't know. You tell me."

Now it's your turn to pause and take a good look at him. You try to picture it; how boisterous and bright he must be, getting the party going by playing ragtime or samba. And you try to picture toying with his feelings; those irresistible hazel eyes watching you longingly across the room as you give some random man time of day for no other reason but to spark his jealousy... 

"Nah. I think yours is the only one I didn't break. Not on purpose, at least,” you conclude definitively. The thought of leaning over the piano, sipping on cocktails while he croons out some love ditty—or sitting on his lap while he teaches you a Christmas tune at a holiday party seems way more appealing.

"What do you mean?”

"Well, you said so yourself about daddy dearest. He wanted me to marry one of his business associates, an heir to a shipping company or something.” You cheekily stroll past him, down the little path towards the fountain again.

Bradley smiles knowingly, just a step behind you. "Ah. And I'm just a lowly little pianist. What chance did we have, huh?"

You halt your steps and turn around to face him, a mischievous smirk on your face. "Would you have fought for me?"

To your surprise, he meets your gaze with a soft, unwavering look. "Without a doubt. I would have stood up to your father and told him that we were meant to be together, come hell or high water."

The phrase echoes in your head. Come hell or high water. It’s so loud, it sends you reeling and you had to sit down on the edge of the fountain. Suddenly the image of a screaming match flashes so clearly in your mind. Bradley's hand gripping years for dear life. The shallow sobs under the suffocating constrict of your dress. The tears blurring the sight of him leaving…

“But it didn't work, did it…”

He doesn't hear a question in your words —it sounds like a statement. And Bradley, ever the hopeless romantic, wants to say no. Of course it worked out, it had to. Maybe you ran away with him and lived a life of simple means. But it wouldn't have mattered, because it would've been full of music and dancing and love.

But the heartbreak in your eyes is so palpable, so...real. For a moment, it felt like the two of you actually lived it. You were just retracing the forgotten steps now. 

"No.” He shakes his head softly, sitting next to you. "We tried. We fought, but... we lost.” 

You know that, but it hurts to hear it anyway. Still, you can't help but continue the story. "I think I ended up marrying the businessman, do the right thing for my family. And let you go... play your music in Paris or something. Chase your dreams."

The life he imagined. Of simple means and abundant music... just no you. "I would have written so many songs about you..." he chuckles wistfully. As painful as it would've been to keep picking at old wounds, at least he would still have you in his life.

"I think I would've found your record eventually,” You pipe up, partly in self-consolation. Sure, it might be a stretch, but you're way beyond caring. You needed a piece of him, too. "And I would put it on every time I missed you. Which was every night."

The night is so still, even the leaves seem to give you a moment of privacy. Your little fingers barely touch on the edge of the bench as you sit and grieve for a tragic love story that never happened. 

Eventually, though, you take a deep breath and break the silence. "Fuck. I could write a whole album based on that."

Bradley laughs at your sudden interruption, glad that you snapped him out of his reverie and brought him back to reality. "Yeah? I would be happy to help you brainstorm." 

You throw him a look. It feels weird to return to this point of acquaintance after feeling like you’ve gone through lifetimes with him. But you’re glad to start anew in this life. "Is that your roundabout way of saying you wanna keep seeing me?"

"Maybe. Is it working?"

"I don't know. I don’t do maybe’s. You should ask me for real.”

Holy fuck. He closes his eyes for a moment as his heart skips. You always seem to keep him on his toes, do you? "Alright. Can I see you again? Maybe take you out to dinner?" 

"I would like that. Does tomorrow night work for you?" 

"Perfect." he beams at you. Fuck playing it cool, he just won himself a date with you.

"We should swap numbers so we can figure out the details.” You reach into your purse to grab your phone. And then, something dawns on you, making you smirk devilishly at him, "You wanna put your number in, or would you rather give me that friendship bracelet I heard you made for me?"

Bradley stops dead in his tracks. Of course that public declaration was gonna bite him in the ass. He was doing so well, dancing and talking and making an actual connection with you...gosh, he must've looked stupid right now. "You knew about that?" He grimaces.

"Of course. I have eyes and ears everywhere, " you sling coyly, letting him punch his numbers into your phone with great embarrassment. "That, and Natasha might have sent me a post on Instagram.” 

He sighs in defeat as he hands your phone back. "Goddamn it, Natasha…"

[pascaloverx]

NO LIGHT

SUMMARY: Your life is simple. You are a pastry chef who has just opened a bakery near your home. A new life, being a new person. But when James Barnes shows up at your bakery injured, asking you to offer him shelter, your life takes a sudden turn.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters in this fanfiction are not my creation and all belong to the Marvel universe. This story will feature scenes of violence, brief intense intimate moments, and inappropriate language. To the readers, I wish you a good read and ask that you engage with the fanfiction if you like it. Do not interact with this fanfiction if you are underage. Enjoy reading.

PREVIEW TWO

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You are exhausted. What should have been the perfect end of the day turned into a real action movie right in front of you. And the worst part is, you still don't know the name of your handsome client. But that doesn't even matter. He'll probably be arrested anyway. And the question that most disturbs your mind is, "Are you being his accomplice?" But something else scares you more: how will he react when he finds out you hit his head on the ground twice? It's not your fault; you're not used to dragging anyone across the floor of your bakery.

"Are you planning to make a hole in the floor?" Barnes or whoever he is asks with a certain sarcasm. You didn't even notice you were pacing in circles in the back of the bakery. Barnes is lying on the floor, his forehead bleeding, and looking at you as if he's trying to figure out your bank password.

"Do you have a plan for us to escape from here? Will we need new identities? What will we be to each other? I was thinking about it, and maybe we could be dating. Fiancés would be weird since I don't know your first name, but definitely dating works. Or maybe you could be my husband who just lost his memory. Personally, I'm fine with a new identity as long as I can have a bakery and good company," you say nervously but trying to be confident while finishing biting your nails, which honestly are so bitten that your fingers are hurting. The handsome blue-eyed man quickly gets up from the floor and holds your hand, stopping you from biting another nail. His eyes are staring into your soul in the most penetrating way possible. It's almost hard to breathe.

"My name is James, in case you're interested to know. You don't need to be nervous, we won't have to run away. Now can you explain so that I understand how I ended up in the back of your bakery and why I feel like someone hammered my head?" Hearing your handsome client's name might have given you chills, but right now you're trying to find a way to say that you let him fall from your arms and dragged him by his feet into your establishment.

"I personally believe that our biggest problem is that you stabbed a guy. But if you want to talk about the damage to your head, I admit it. I admit that I wasn't prepared to to hold you. If it happens again, I promise to be more careful." You speak softly, like someone who wants to comfort the other person. Barnes looks at you like he's judging you.

"Does that mean you didn't bring the body of the guy in question into your bakery and he's outside?" Barnes concluded incorrectly but he seems to be disappointed in you. You wonder if at some point in your brief history together one day it seemed strong enough to carry two men. Of course he doesn't have to know personal things about you but I think he put a lot of faith in you.

"So, thanks for the vote of confidence. Obviously, after helping you—which you haven't thanked me for yet—I went to check on the other guy. And here's the bad news: he escaped. Or rather, he disappeared. And any sign of your fight: the knife, the gun, the blood; everything evaporated. But not all news is bad; there was a blackout on the street. Which, thinking about it, might have been caused so they could attack you without being recorded. Whoever you pissed off is smart." You say, trying to be positive, but Barnes seems to be feeling guilty about something.

"I need to go somewhere now. I appreciate the help and the headache. But listen to me carefully," he says as he approaches you and lightly touches your face, which is honestly quite distracting, "don't tell anyone about this; if anyone comes here asking about it, make up something but don't tell the truth. Don't worry, I'll be back soon, so try not to panic." Barnes speaks with incredible self-confidence. But inside, you're afraid he won't return, which you make somewhat obvious when you hold Barnes' hand just before he leaves.

"Try to be careful. I need my number one customer intact to try my new bread recipes," you say, trying not to sound too clingy while still concerned for his safety and indirectly for your own. After all, nothing is stopping them from trying to eliminate you. And Barnes said you would be safe with him. He chuckles lightly and then leaves. You get lost for a bit but after packing some things at the bakery, you go home.

After a warm bath and sleeping in your cozy bed, you feel like a new person. At least that's what you try to convince yourself of while having breakfast at six in the morning, getting ready to open the bakery. In reality, you barely slept, so you thought getting your hands busy would be the best solution. When you arrive at the bakery, you try to ignore the bullet hole in your wall as you put on your apron and prepare the dough to make some cookies. After all, what is more comforting than a nice batch of cookies? Of course, you also put the bread dough you prepared yesterday to bake, along with a cake you mix up after making the cookies.

"Good morning, would you be Miss Y/L/N?" A man in a black suit accompanied by a young boy also wearing a black suit approaches the counter, and you naturally smile, trying to be friendly. But the truth is, now you're suspicious of everything and everyone.

"Yes, that's me. What would you gentlemen like to order? Today I made chocolate chip cookies, and modesty aside, they're delicious." You say, trying to convince yourself that the two in front of you are just customers and pose no threat. The younger guy even seems to be a real customer, paying attention to your menu on the counter and getting excited about the possibility of eating chocolate chip cookies. But the other guy is terrible at disguising his intentions. He's analyzing every detail of your bakery. Fortunately, you found a picture your best friend gave you at the bakery's opening, which brilliantly hides the bullet hole in your wall.

"Sorry, I'm Agent Stark, and this is Agent Parker. We're actually here on business. There was a report of noises resembling a physical fight and gunshots. My partner and I are asking some questions to see if anyone saw or heard anything suspicious. It would be extremely helpful if you could assist us." Stark says while still seemingly looking for any signs of wrongdoing in your bakery.

"Unfortunately, I can't help you. But I can offer you both a hot cup of coffee and a cookie on the house." You smile fakely like you're not afraid of being discovered. You quickly get them two cups of coffee and two cookies. Agent Parker ended up getting two cookies, while Agent Stark only got a cup of coffee.

"We thank you, Miss. If you see anything strange or suspicious you can get in touch with us." Agent Parker speaks as if he was trying to convince you. Agent Stark looks at him sideways and then takes a sip of coffee. After Agent Stark lightly elbows Parker as if he forgot something and then Parker hands you a card with a phone number.

"I'll get in touch if I see anything strange, but I have to get back to work. I hope you have a good day." You say politely while trying to get rid of them. The two quickly head towards the exit of your bakery, bidding you farewell. You go back into the bakery after seeing the two agents leave. Your bread is already done, and as you take the bread pan out of the oven, you hear a noise at the back exit of the bakery. You place the hot pan on the table near the oven and then grab the rolling pin, heading threateningly towards the noise. But before you can attack any potential threat to your life, you find yourself face to face with Barnes.

"You always have a very peculiar way of welcoming me. But I'm glad you didn't betray me." Barnes says, holding the rolling pin you were holding firmly and moving closer to you. For a moment, you thought you might kiss him right then and there, but you're interrupted by a red-haired woman who enters behind Barnes.

[warsamongthestars]

Since we could always use more Clone stuffs, how bout I go through some clone names and we can all find (or have a nice review) of who got what name and what it means.

COMMANDER CODY The first named clone trooper, and the first unique clone onscreen as of Revenge of the Sith. So its only fitting we start with him. The name "Cody" originated as O'Cuidightheach, a gaelic name, and effectively, it means "Helpful" or "Helpful Person" Cody, out of universe, got his name based on old movies of Commando Cody--of which, Lucas was a fan of. In the extended Star Wars universe, Cody is a Republicized variant of the Mando'a word "Kote", which means Glory.

CAPTAIN REX Rex's name means "King" in latin. It can also refer to the Dinosaur, the Tyrannosaurus Rex. And it is also a common name for pet Dogs. Take that as you will.

LIEUTENANT JESSE Another shockingly ordinary name, and a Hebrew derived name. Coming from Ancient Greek of "Iessei", and then from Hebrew itself "Yishai". It means "Gift of God" or "God Exists" But more than likely, given that such historic-terminology does not exist in Star Wars. LT Jesse's name is more likely derived from the idiom "Give someone a Jesse"... Which means to give them a scolding or a beating.

KIX I've discussed Kix before, but I might as well do it again for posterity. Kix, is derived from Kex, the archaic english term for the plant "Hemlock". TBB fans, go wild.

HARDCASE You might assume this means that this someone who is hard-nosed and a hard nut to crack, but that isn't the case for our Hardcase. Hardcase is derived from New Zealand Slang, as An "amusing, funny, witty, or possibly strange person."

DENAL There is no specific case that I can make for Rex's early command squadmate, save that Denal is probably meant to be Denial.

BOIL While we can make jokes about the skin abrasion, it probably refers to his temper. A Boiling point, as it were.

WAXER It could be referring to someone who waxes... But, it could also refer to the term "Waxing", as it the growth of something. Given his "Glass half full" personality, perhaps its "Glass half waxing".

COMMANDER BLY The Commander of Aayla Secura's legion, and whom fired upon her during Revenge of the Sith. The term bly, a dialetcic english term, means "Likeness" or "resemblance". Means Bly literally got his name for resembling another person (Wow, no Shit). Whoever named him, basically called him the clone variant of Manny, beacuse He Man.

COMMANDER GREE Introduced in Revenge fo the Sith, as being decapitated by Yoda. While in the extended universe, he's named after animals... The term "Gree", English Obsolete, refers to either "One of a flight of steps" or "one of a stage of ranks". Dude literally got the name "Rank".

COMMANDER BACARA Introduced in Revenge of the Sith, for firing upon Kit-Mun-Di. Bacara is Romanian for Baccara, which in turn refers to Baccarat, a card game. Absolutely nobody knows where the word came from originally.

COMMANDER PONDS Retroactively intorduced in Attack of the Clones, as the Clone Commander who greets General Windu. It... It just means Pond, but pural. It probably refers to the fact that Kamino is an Ocean, and the earth's oceans are sometimes refered to as ponds in slang.

COMMANDER NEYO Revenge of the Sith. It probably is meant to mean "Neo", which means New or Young, in Ancient Greek.

COMMANDER APPO Revenge of the Sith; Marched on the Temple. Does not, in fact, outrank Rex despite himself. Appo is an obsolete english Prepostion, referring to an object as "Before", "After", "Behind" or "nearby". It derives from Latin, "Apud", which means "in the presence of" or "among" (AMOGUS?)

COMMANDER THORN Named after Thor, from Marvel. There's even an old english letter called Thorn.

COMMANDO GREGOR The name Gregor, means "Watchful" or "alert". Which, given his character, is quite ironic.

CAPTAIN HOWZER I am unable to find that name specifically, but I theorize its based off of "Howitzer", which is a firearm cannon There is a lot more clones, and I can't make a post of every one of them. But lemme know if you want me to find anyone else.

[in1-nutshell]

If you have seen X-Men 97, the comics, or the 90s series (not the movies, they are great, but these are more accurate and it makes me so happy), then could you do mutant buddy interacting with the bots (tfp) but they are scared of them due to sentinels, and sometimes have panic attacks or something? Idk. They dont mention they are a mutant due to, well, being a mutant, and their mutant power could be like Gambit's, cabel's, or whoever, maybe even Magneto. Thank you, if you dont, then google, please, the Doctor Who one has killed me, i would love to see the two crossover.

I don't remember making a Dr. Who Buddy, but I can certainly do Marvel (X-men) Buddies!

Hope you enjoy!

Mutant Buddy with Magneto powers meeting Arcee and Bulkhead

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Human (Mutant) reader

TFP

It had been a couple weeks since Buddy had gotten the message from their team to split up and stay under the radar.

What better place to lie low than Jasper Nevada.

A place so boring and plain, the perfect place to stay under cover until they are needed again.

…that was until they came across two robots arguing in the middle of the road.

Buddy looking in shock at the two bots arguing. They calmed down a bit seeing that they weren’t Sentinels. Or maybe these were a new type of Sentinels sent to get them. Maybe if they just turned around now…

Bulkhead: “And we wouldn’t be in this mess if we’d just gone that way!” He points in Buddy’s direction and turns to feel the frightened human. Arcee sighs: “Ratchet is not going to be happy about this.”

She starts moving to the human. Buddy feels their heart pounding against their chest. The flashes of the blue bot and the Sentinel start merging. Bulkhead stops Arcee.

Bulkhead: “Let me try.” Arcee: “You? All right, but if things go south, I’m stepping in.”

Bulkhead nods before turning to the human. Buddy is on edge waiting for the first sigh of hostility. To their surprise the large green bot kneels and gives them a warm smile. Definitely not something a regular Sentinel would do. Whoever is making these new bots needs a raise for making them seem harmless.

Bulkhead: “Hey there, I know this has got to be pretty scary right now, but your safe.” Buddy slightly tilts their head in confusion. Bulkhead: “I promise all of this will be explained if you come with us—”

Buddy takes a step back nervously. Their heart was hammering against their chest and hands started shaking. Arcee, getting annoyed at how long this is taking decides to take matters into her own servos. It worked with Jack; how hard could this be?

Arcee: “We tried it your way Bulk, now it’s my way.”

Mistake 1.

 Roughly pushing Bulkhead back.

Mistake 2.

Holding her servo out above their head.

Mistake 3.

Moving down too quickly.

Buddy screamed raising their arms out.

Both Autobots were immediately flung several feet back.

The human with shaky hands and tears in their eyes just ran back into the town.

The bots would have followed if it weren’t for the fact that they had escaped into a crowd and blended in with everyone else.

Oh, Optimus and Fowler were defiantly going to like this.

Personal thought: First time I saw this version of Magneto my mind went 'This. This is how Megatron's holoform would look like.'

[nerdieforpedro]

I love how you write and it makes me so glad you are here.

can I ask what inspired you to start?

signed - a maybe inspired future fic writer

This is such a wonderful ask! 🥰

I'm glad you enjoy my writing. I have ideas and I write them is my short answer and explains nothing I realize.

The long answer:

I've written fanfic before, off and on for maybe the last 10-15 years. Very different fandoms. Started out with anime, dabbled a bit in Yaoi then transitioned to Marvel and now I'm firmly planted in the Pedro Pascal, Oscar Issac, Benny Miller triangle of hotness.

Fanfic for me is an expression of a story, show, movie, video game or pice of media that I enjoyed so much, I just had to make something. I can't draw, no mixing of hot tracks or beats, I've just started dabbling in photo editing this year and am a beginner at that. It's all purely fun for me. I enjoy it and it's fun to share with other people who create and are like, "Hey! You like that? I like it too. Let me see yours and I'll show you mine. Where'd you get the idea for that?" And then hilarious conversations leap from there.

What inspired me to start specifically in the Pedro Pascal fanfic world was The Mandalorian. It was the first time I realized, "that's the man I've seen before!" And then realized I've seen Pedro Pascal in many of my favorite shows, (The Mentalist was watched for the sake of completion. After season 6 and the first episode of season 7, there wasn't a real reason to continue other than spending time with my mom. She's fine, when I tell people that they think she's passed on but the woman is still lifting 50 lbs mulch bags in her mid seventies. She more than fine.) I then became fixated on this man, reset the password on my AO3 account and found Pedro Pascal character fanfics. I was then led back to Tumblr which before I was on years ago for anime and read fics by @secretelephanttattoo ( I shall always sing about Headshots. It inspired the first fic I posted on Tumblr and is just so damn cute. El is also just a sweetheart.) and @morallyinept whose Tendrils fic only deepened my brain rot for that tall beskar bucket, she's also a dear friend who's made me laugh, cry in a good way, inspired me and very time I turn around she's crafting something new. Fics, banners, self-care, doodles, smut, databases, and all sorts of Pedro interviews and dialogue. Because I'm a fangirl of them both and many others actually, I keep 👀 on them.

What keeps me going is the fandom overall and that despite, recent tribulations let's say politely, we're all still here. Geeking out over a goofy, handsome, I know he gives the best hugs, actor who loves what he does and has been working at it for years and it's finally paying off.

I've met wonderful friends and moots who reach out, give me encouragement, tell me I do well (I'm starting to listen to them I swear. I'm not good at taking compliments in person so it's even worse online FYI.

So I hope this answers your ask and I do encourage you to write that weird, funny, smutty, cute, sweet, dark, twisty, angsty fic that you want to write. I do hope whoever you are, you tag me in it so I can read it. 🤭

Special love to the following and if I left anyone off, I'm sorry. It's after work, I rubbed my eyes, wipes my glasses because I got them wet while writing this and it was a lot:

@maggiemayhemnj @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @magpiepills

@mysterious-moonstruck-musings @for-a-longlongtime @i-own-loki @undercoverpena @connectioneverywhere

@soft-girl-musings @perotovar @julesonrecord @lotusbxtch @604to647

@yorksgirl @pedroshotwifey @fhatbhabiee @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @bitchwitch1981

@jessthebaker @avastrasposts @inept-the-magnificent @lady-bess @grogusmum

@schnarfer @boliv-jenta @iamskyereads @iamasaddie @chaithetics

@tinytinymenace @yourcoolauntie @alltheglitterandtheroar @musings-of-a-rose @rhoorl

@trulybetty @laurfilijames @wannab-urs @legendary-pink-dot @din-cognito

@sin-djarin @beefrobeefcal @spacecowboyhotch

[froggibus]

Taking Care Of You While Sick - Obey Me!

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: hurt/comfort + fluff!

Summary: you get sick, and your favorite demon knows (or tries his best) just how to take care of you

CW: sick! Reader, fever, lots of medicine, satan being Satan, wholesome Beel

wow i wonder what could have possibly inspired me to write this one….weird. anyway I am still sick but thats okay cause i got to sleep 20 hours one day and watch all the marvel movies so pog. anyway enjoy <3

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Lucifer 

doesn’t know much about human illnesses but knows when you’re getting sick 

 makes you get lots of bed rest

 will have medicine and fresh water for you around the clock

 offers to do his paperwork in your room to keep you company 

 you don’t really notice either way cause you’re asleep mostly 

 he does anyway tho cause he’s worried and wants to keep an eye on you

 corrects your temperature in your sleep too

 shivering? adds another blanket

 sweating? pulls the covers back and puts a cold cloth on your forehead

 “luc did you…swaddle me?”

 “you were cold”

 even after you get better he’s extra adamant about you taking vitamins 

Mammon 

 thinks you’re dying at first

 notices you’re much warmer than usual and actually thinks you’re going to light on fire

 panics and thinks lucifer is gonna kill him 

 you have to explain that you’re not actually dying but that you’re sick 

 probably has no idea what to do to help you

 just does what he likes when he’s sick

 brings you lots of fluids (especially juice)

 and soup

 expect lots of soup/ramen

 is with you 24/7

 “you’re MY responsibility so I gotta keep an eye on you”

 probably forgets to take care of himself in the process 

 so you make him drink your water/eat your soup/sleep 

 definitely sleeps with you with the excuse of ‘watching out for you’

Levi

 its just like in that anime he watched 

 except he really hopes you’re not dying like the MC in the anime was

 just does exactly what they did in the anime (but with a lot more blushing and stuttering)

 probably thinks you’d rather lucifer or mammon take care of you 

 you try to comfort him but you’re so tired that it just comes out as a bunch of mumbles 

 definitely has to give himself a peptalk (or five)

 “y/n is really sick rn, this isn’t about you, ok?”

 will feed you medicine if you’re not strong enough to do it yourself 

 you’re surprised at how well he’s handling things

 “ok y/n im gonna head back to my room but if you need anything tonight just text me ok?”

 “levi can you stay with me”

 thinks he’s misheard you at first

 malfunctions for a really long time 

 you’re already falling asleep by the time he decides to climb in bed with you

Satan

 has been waiting for this moment since you arrived 

 literally read so many books about human illness and immune systems 

 figured it was only a matter of time until you got sick

 is ready with juice and water and medicine 

 literally has everything you could possibly need 

 checks your temperature VERY delicately

 “fuck y/n you’re burning up”

 gets you a cold cloth for your forehead 

 even tho he knows everything he still is really nervous

 checks on you like every five minutes (if he even leaves your room)

 would make himself a bed on your floor so that if you need him in the night he’s there

 somehow you convince him to come lay with you 

 even tho you’re a million degrees 

 he’ll stay with you all night just to make sure you’re okay

 would definitely try and hunt down whoever infected you 

Asmo

 can tell you’re sick just by how clammy and washed out you look

 but he won’t say anything 

 probably makes you one of his ultra healthy super food smoothies

 even if it tastes gross he makes sure you drink it

 would probably spoon feed you food too

 insists you get lots of rest

 and when you can’t sleep he’s there to keep you company

 keeps up with your hygiene too

 will brush your hair/tie it up so that it doesn’t get tangled while you sleep

 gets a cloth to wipe down your face and applies lotion and chapstick 

 probably wouldn’t sleep with you cause he doesn’t want to get sick (even tho demons don’t share the same sicknesses with humans)

 but will stay in a phone call with you from his room all night and if you need anything he’s there in a heartbeat

 more medicine?

 he’s there

 but he’s so tired don’t expect him to return to his room after

Beel

 doesn’t know whats going on at first but makes an educated guess

 asks what you need instead of assuming 

 makes you lots of snacks + drinks

 i feel like he would hide your medicine in food like they do for dogs??

 idk it seems up his alley 

 also helps you with any tasks you may possibly need with

 homework? he’s on it (just don’t tell Lucifer)

 need to wash your hair but you’re too weak? all you gotta do is lean your head over the bathtub 

 he’ll take really good care of you

 would probably baby you a little tho

 like cut up your food into really small portions 

 and give you juice out of a sippy cup

 “beel where did you even find that?”

 “i-uhh—“

definitely watches movies with you until you fall asleep and stays to make sure you don’t need anything

Belphie 

probably knew you were sick before anyone else

tries to ignore it cause he totally doesn’t care

but your skin is hot!!

and you’re sweating a lot 

and your voice sounds…different?

eventually he has to give in and admit he’s worried about you

and since no one else is around he takes care of you

brings you water and medicine and offers to let you sleep in his bed

“just so I can wash your sheets! you’ll feel so much better in clean ones…”

even lets you sleep on his pillow

probably watches you sleep to make sure you’re still alive 

but can’t help and admire how peaceful you look 

pushes you to drink fluids and sleep LOTS 

and if you refuse to sleep?

well he’ll just have to make you sleep

masterlist

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reality's An Illusion

Summary: Despite being one of the most powerful demons in existence, Wanda is content to live her life as a human to be with you. But that's all shattered when a demonic threat arrives and shes forced to disclose her true form to protect you. You knew what she was and loved her anyway, but can you continue to love her now that you've seen her true self?

Warnings: canon typical violence, sexual content (oral, strap on sex), monster fucker R

Authors note: Bonus points to whoever can guess the Marvel villain that helped inspire the look of the attacking demon

Word count: 3626 Wanda Masterlist 2023 Halloween Specials Marvel Masterlist

Wanda smiles as you walk into the living room, two steaming mugs in your hands and an adorable fall themed sweater adorning your torso. You carefully hand her one before sitting next to her and her smile widens as she notices the bowl of popcorn already sitting on the coffee table

   “Thank you malysh(baby)” she says, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek

    “Of course, I know how much you like it. And whats a movie without snacks”

   You both turn your attention back to the tv, where some cheesy slasher movie plays. Wanda doesn’t exactly understand your affinity for them considering the several incompetent decisions the mortals in them made that almost always ended in their demise, but she at least did enjoy the bloodshed. And the screams. 

   Aside from the movies though, she was enjoying the other fall activities you'd been doing lately. Like watching you set little gourds out upon the windowsills, or when you'd taken her to the park to look at all the trees as they began to shift colors. But going to the pumpkin patch with you and picking out a few to carve had been her favorite so far, and she's sure it will only be topped by the day you sit down to actually carve them.

   A scream from the tv pulls her out of her thoughts as you cuddle into her side, and she chuckles while wrapping her arm around you, “Relax, it's only a movie. Besides, I’ve got you”

   You settle into her embrace with a smile, “I know you do, my big and strong demon”

   She ducks down slightly in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks, but by now you know her well enough to know why she does that. Curse this human form, it can hardly contain any of her emotions, especially the ones brought up by you. But it was something she had to do. Because at the end of the day she was indeed a demon, and though you knew this and even teased her about it, she knew her real appearance was something humans would find appalling. 

   And though there have been times where she wanted to just be herself, she never wants to risk the possibilities. Those being that you found her true form to be too much, too frightening or disgusting. And so you'd break up with her….and Wanda, well she just couldn’t bear that thought. At first maybe it would have been alright, but after being with you so long, loving you and being loved by you, she knows being rejected like that would break her

   “You alright?” you ask, pulling her from her anxiety, “You keep zoning out tonight.”

   “I’m fine malysh(baby), just thinking is all.”

   “Thinking about what?”

   “You” she answers, booping your nose with one of her slender fingers which causes you to giggle

   “Good things I hope”

   “Always” she answers with a smile, “There's not a bad thing about you, well, except that you finished all our popcorn”

   She giggles as roll your eyes, “Fine, I guess I can go make us more”

   You pull yourself away from her embrace and grab the bowl before heading back to the kitchen. And by the time you place the next bag into the microwave, slender arms are wrapping around your waist

  “Now, why did I have to come replenish our snacks when you were getting up anyway?” you tease, knowing full well that she only got up because in those few seconds you were gone, she missed you and craved your touch

   “What can I say, my snack is just too irresistible.” she practically purrs, spinning you around for a kiss “And she tastes good too”

   You giggle at her as she proceeds to pepper your face in light kisses until the microwaves timer goes off, indicating the popcorn was read. To your surprise she releases you to tend to it, and you quickly refill the bowl. As you add some extra salt and butter flavoring, Wanda, unknowingly to you, has a sense of dread creeping up her spine.

   The source of this dread reveals itself then, as her protection runes are triggered, causing a low rumble that makes the ground shake. You turn around to face her then, worry evident on your features, and it appears to only deepen when you notice her glowing red eyes

   “Wanda, what's happening?” you question, concern lacing your tone

   She reaches out to grab your hand, hoping to comfort you, “Someone is trespassing, I don’t know who they are but I can feel their energy now. They're supernatural, and likely here with a purpose”

   As if on queue the stranger's voice booms in the distance, “I know you're in there Maximoff! Face me, or I’ll unleash my anger on your pet mortal instead!”

   A growl slips past the brunette's lips, she hardly notices, she's too full of anger and an urge to protect you. But you definitely notice. And despite the impending danger, you can’t deny that the sound has an effect on you.

    “Y/n, stay here.” she instructs, cupping your face gently

   “But- ”

   She shakes her head, “No matter what, you stay here. The house will keep you safe, even if something happens to me and I can’t”

   “Wanda, I’m not just going to hide here if you get hurt!”

   “Y/n, malysh(baby), please!” she pleads, “You are the single most important thing in my life, and I simply cannot bear to lose you. Please, just stay here and let me keep you safe”

   You knew this fear stemmed from the loss of her brother decades ago, and you also knew this fear was more than valid. Afterall, as a demon it was almost certain Wanda would live for thousands of years, but as a human, your time was limited. Which meant it was also limited with her, so you reluctantly relent.

   “Okay, I’ll stay here. Just be careful, please”

   Her eyes soften upon hearing your tone, and she realizes then that despite her powers and strength, you are as scared of losing her as she is of losing you, “I will be”

   With that she bolts for the front door and runs to meet the threat head on. On instinct your legs nearly break your promise, trying to follow after her, but you're able to stop yourself by the door. In her haste she only closed the screen door, not the wooden one, allowing you to see the scene that unfolds outside.

   In front of your girlfriend stands a menacing figure, his skin is as gray as stone with large leathery wings behind him. Despite the distance you can see his face is scarred, and his eyes glow an eerie green.

   “Such a shame!” he calls out to her with a scoff, “You're supposed to be one of the most powerful among our kind and yet you choose to live here, wallowing with these pathetic creatures! Pietro would be disgusted by you!”

   Wanda grits her teeth, “You keep his name out of your damned mouth!”

   “Oh, hit a nerve did I?” he sarcastically asks, though he doesn’t wait for an answer “Bring your little pet out here and I’ll hit another when I rip her head off in front of you!”

   “You won’t fucking touch her!” she growls out, rushing forward to attack

   Before your eyes her appearance starts to change. Her skin becomes as ashen as his, claws sprout from the ends of her fingertips and wings rip through the back of her sweater before she lunges at him. Being the protector she is, she goes right for her throat, but he's able to dodge in time. He hissed and flicked his hand, causing a wave of green magic to surge at her. It pushes her back a bit but does no real damage, and she sends a wave of her own scarlet magic back at him.

   He flies backwards a few feet as if he'd been shoved and chuckles at her, “Is that really all you have?”

   “It's nowhere near all I have, you pathetic little imp!” 

   Her voice is different now…louder, deeper and darker. If she wasn’t fighting off a demonic threat you're sure you'd be enraptured by the sound. 

   His hands shake in anger at the insult and he roars, charging towards her once more. He's fast this time, fast enough to catch her off guard and so he ends up tackling her. The two hit the ground hard enough to send up a dust wave and they begin to ruthlessly tear at each other. You can hear the ripping of flesh and accompanied sounds of pain leaving both of them, and as the dust settles you're given your first clear sight of your girlfriend's face. 

   Her eyes are still aglow, but now they’re caged behind the beginnings of her horns, which grow upwards across her forehead giving off the appearance of a crown. Having been expecting her to look like the stereotypical demon in the media, you were a bit taken aback by this look, but you weren’t afraid. You had no reason to be. Sure she looked different, but she was still Wanda. Your Wanda. 

   You're shaken from your thoughts as the fight continues, watching as Wanda manages to get away from his grip and brings her claws across his cheek. He snarls and clutches the now mangled flesh before whispering some sort of incantation. His fists light up in a green mist and he swings, but she easily blocks the hit. 

   Apparently angered by her quick reflexes he draws back a bit and sends a sigil of green her way. It wraps itself around Wanda and squeezes slightly, causing her to gasp, and It takes everything in you to not run out the door to try and help, even though you know you’d practically be useless in the fight. But you remember your promise and Wanda's fears, so your feet root themselves to the ground.

   The other demon attempts to squeeze her again, but instead of being in pain, she laughs. The sound sends shivers down the demons back and your own but for two entirely different reasons. She then easily breaks free from the spell that had once held her in place and stalks towards her attacker. Seemingly frightened he stumbles back slightly, wracking his brain for something else to use against her. But before he can think, she shows him one of her own tricks.

   She makes a few gestures with her hands, her fingers moving like waves as she does so, and large red tendril wrap themselves around his limbs to hold him in place. He screeches in what you imagine to be pain as a series of runes surround him in midair and your girlfriend hovers near him. 

   “You come here, to my home, and belittle me. Speak ill of my brother and threaten the life of my beloved” she snarls, making him wheeze as her magic tightens, pulling him down to his knees, “you're going to regret that decision, because the pain you endured in hell will not compare to the pain i put you through”

   Though fear fills him with his inability to escape her clutches he can’t help but chuckle, “Go on then, be cruel to me while your dear pet watches. Show her more of the horror you truly are”

   Wanda's heartbeat picks up at his tauntings, and she turns slightly to eye the front door. Sure enough, there you stood, watching everything transpire and taking in her monstrous form. She turns back to him with a scowl

   “I will not hesitate to pluck every tooth from your screaming maw and I will take great joy in hanging you from your entrails, but not in front of her.” she whispers aggressively, opening up a portal beside him 

   Three large and looming creatures await on the other side, in a room adorned with a huge carved portrait of her. She begins to float her prisoner through it, still in his magic shackles. He thrashes around violently in a futile attempt to escape which only causes a dark chuckle to pass your girlfriends lips

   “I hope you find my castle to be warm and hospitable, and I do hope you enjoy my friends company until I can join you”

   With that, the portal closes, leaving nothing but an echo of the demons scream in its wake. Though pleased with how easily she dealt with the threat, Wanda's shoulders slump and with them her wings. You had seen everything, there was no going back now. She couldn’t just put on her human facade and pretend this hadn’t happened. She had to face your reaction. Whatever it may be.

    She turns around, beginning to make her way back to you. But her nerves take over, and thoughts of you screaming at her for finding her true nature disgusting bombard her. Would you call her names? Hate her? Tell her to leave? Take off running? Or would you avoid having a confrontation because you were afraid of her?

   Lost in her spiral she hadn’t noticed that she had entered the front door, or that you were now only feet away from her. That is, until she feels your soft and warm hands cup her face. She carefully brings one of her hands up to cover one of your own upon her cheek

   “You're still here…” she whispers as if in disbelief 

   Your eyes soften, and your thumb catches a stray tear as it slides down her pale cheek and everything clicks for you. The fact that she never let you see her other form and her reluctance to even talk about it hadn’t com5tfe from a place of mistrust, but from a place of fear. 

   “Baby, I’m not ever going anywhere” you coo, placing a soft kiss against her lips, “It doesn't matter to me what you look like, I love you with every fiber of my being. And that's not going to change.”

   Her arms gently loop around the back of your neck, careful to not let her claws harm you, and she pulls you impossibly closer, “I love you so much malysh(baby)”

   You bring your lips back to hers, moving your hands from her face to her hips to hold her against you. You waste no time in deepening the kiss, sliding your tongue into her awaiting mouth with ease. Her senses are easily becoming overwhelmed by you, and she can’t help but let out a whimper at the mere thought of you taking her like this. Fueled by her needy sound your grip on her hips instinctively tightens as you move your kisses downwards, across her jaw and down her collarbone

   “So beautiful…and all mine” you whisper, nipping at her flesh before soothing the mark with your tongue as your hands grope the swell of her ass

   Her fingers tangle messily in your hair as you continue to work her up, pulling a moan from her, “Y/n…”

   You glance up at her, a mix of lust and mischief clear in your eyes as you pull back, letting your hands wander up her sides, “What is it baby? What do you need?”

   “Bed- oh!” she cuts herself off with her own moan as your hands cup her breasts and her hips stutter forward, “Bedroom, please….I need you”

    Without hesitation you make your way further into the house and down the hall, pulling her along behind you until you enter the bedroom. You quickly rid her of her torn clothes before pressing her down against the mattress, sharing a few more kisses before you pull away to take in the sight. Her gray flesh contrasts perfectly against the deep burgundy sheets, her wings spread out to allow her to lay flat, her hair spills across her pillow in waves and her chest heaves slightly as she tries to catch her breath

  You lean back down and begin to kiss her chest, slowly working your way down between the valley of her breasts before moving to take a nipple into your mouth. Your hand immediately moves to give the other some attention as well, causing Wanda to grasp at your back. Her hold is just tight enough to allow you to feel the tips of her claws against your flesh, but not tight enough to break the skin. It warms your heart to see just how careful she is with you, even when in the verge of losing control

   “Feels so good, but I need more…please malysh(baby)” she begs, and you can feel her thighs tremble beneath you

   “Shh, I’ve got you baby” you assure her before letting your lips continue their decent until you're hovering above her core

   She eagerly spreads her thighs for you, allowing you to see her fully and take in the sheer amount of arousal that paints her thighs. You subconsciously lick your lips at the sight and prepare yourself for the feast that is your girlfriend before moving forward. Your tongue parts her folds with a swipe before plunging into her, pulling sinful sounds from her as you begin to eat her out like it was your last chance to do so.

   “Fuck…just like that” she moans, struggling to keep her eyes open to watch your lust filled ones 

   You hum against her, sending a spike of pleasure through her that leaves her squirming. You wrap your arms around her thighs to keep her still and push your face even further against her cunt, reveling in the way she moans for you

   "Don't stop, please don't stop" she cries, her hands moving to clutch at the mattress below her. You're almost certain you hear the sheets tear, but you pay no mind, instead you double down on your efforts "Gonna cum…oh god!"

   You're rewarded with a gush of her juices as her body shudders, and you continue to lap at her while she comes down from her high, only crawling back up her body when her glowing eyes reopen

   "Hi pretty girl" you greet before kissing her

   She moans at the taste of herself on your tongue, greedily sucking on the muscle as it explains her mouth before you pull away

   "You really think I'm pretty like this?"

   "Of course I do" you admit, bringing a hand up to her face

   Her breath shudders as your fingertips begin to trace the ridges of her horns. She'd always known they were more sensitive than one might think, but she had no idea how good it would feel to have your hands on them

  You quickly pick up on how much she seems to be enjoying this type of affection and grasp the pointy appendage, eliciting a gasp from her

   "That feels good, baby?"

   "Yes" she pants as your thumb caresses the material, and her hips begin to move on their own

   You smirk as you feel her grinding up against you and you reach your free hand over to the nightstand drawer, grabbing hold of the strap on that sits within

   When you pull away from your girlfriend her face lights up at the sight of the toy in your hands, and she quickly moves to help you undress. You can't help but tease her as she eyes the faux cock hungrily

   "Like what you see?"

   "Yes" She admits with a smirk, "But I'd like it even better inside me"

   You suge forward again, capturing her lips in a searing kiss while you let the tip of the toy tease her puffy cunt

   "Please baby, don't tease" she begs, grabbing onto your back, letting her claws softly dig into your flesh

   You push your hips forward, bottoming out in her in one swift move, causing your girlfriend to let out a pornographic moan. You immediately begin to thrust your hips, not even giving her a chance to adjust as you know she's far too eager to be fucked to be patient

  "That's it baby, you're taking me so well" you praise before lowering your mouth to her chest

   "Oh fuck!" She exclaims as your mouth envelops one of her pert nipples

   You begin to mark up her pale skin as you continue pumping the toy in and out of her, effectively making Wanda's head spin as she gets closer and closer to her second orgasm. And you're well on your way to experience your first as the toy stimulates your clit with every thrust

   Her grasp on your back tightens, and you can feel that she's beginning to draw blood, something which you're sure she'll beat herself up over later, but you honestly don't mind as the pain is only adding to your arousal. You're so close now

   "You gonna cum baby?" She nods her head, mumbling incoherently, "Cum with me then"

   You both moan as pleasure washes over you both and you continue to move your hips in slow long strokes to prolong the euphoric feeling until it gets to be too much and she gently pushes you away. You rid yourself of the strap before settling into the bed beside her, cleanup can wait, you decide, it's time for cuddles.

   "I love you, malysh(baby), thank you for accepting me as I am" Wanda whispers as she wraps an arm around your waist

   "I love you too baby. No matter what"

   She smiles and pulls you impossibly closer to her before letting the wing she wasn't laying on drape over you both. Relief fills her as she finally fully realizes she's not going to lose you, you chose to stay. Now all she has to worry about is making sure that becomes permanent, but that's a problem for another day….

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[harry-on-broadway]

Hopelessly Devoted

Word Count: 3.1K || Rating: M (contains sexual content)

A/N: So is everyone else still worked up over last night? 😅 Consider this a way to work through those feelings. (We’re also counting this as my entry in my own fic challenge lol My chosen prompt is bolded below). Happy reading! Would love to hear your thoughts!

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“Remind me what you were last year,” you asked.

The question felt weird and it was hard to believe that Harry had been a stranger to you at this time last year given his constant presence in your life over the past ten months.

“Was Dorothy one night and a clown the next,” he said, voice gravelly from the combination of sleep and overuse.

“You set the bar pretty high for someone who supposedly hates Halloween,” you said affectionately, snuggling closer to him underneath the blankets.

“I try to be a good sport. You know, for Mitch” he replied, smirking and popping one eye open. “Get over here, you’re so far away.”

“Harry, if I was any closer I’d be on top of you.”

“Exactly! Get over here.” He lunged for you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you giggled into his shoulder. Once his grip was secure, he rolled back onto his side of the bed, pulling you with him. When he stopped moving, he opened his eyes and gazed up at you. “Hi…” he said softly.

“Can you give me another hint as to what you’re going to be this year? Is it another group costume?”

“You are relentless, woman!” Harry exclaimed, shaking his head. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re going to tell me what your costume is.”

“Nope,” he replied, pressing his lips against yours, hoping the gesture would placate you and halt the inquisition.

“If you won’t tell me, how are we supposed to do a couple’s costume?”

“Oh, are you planning on joining me on stage?”

“No,” you said quickly. “You know I’m not about that.”

“Then just be patient, love,” Harry said, moving his hand up your body to rub the back of your neck. “I think you’re going to be pleased with what you see tonight. Let’s just get breakfast now.” He released you and nudged you towards the edge of the bed. “How do you feel about scrambled eggs?”

Thanks to the weekend and a couple of well-deserved vacation days, you’d landed in Los Angeles on Thursday evening, ready for a weekend of shows and relaxation. You hadn’t done much else other than watch Harry perform, and he’d apologized for doing a poor job at playing host, explaining that he really needed his rest. You didn’t care though, it was a treat just to get to sit next to him.

You’d headed over to the arena with him in the afternoon, occupying yourself with your phone and making conversation with whoever was around as Harry went through soundcheck and warmed before retreating from the backstage area when he was told it was time to get dressed. “Have fun, love,” he said on his way out of the room. “I’ll be looking for you,” he added with a wink.  

With about an hour left until showtime, you took your time putting the finishing touches on your own costume. You’d opted for the easy way out, a version of Where’s Waldo, complete with a striped top and cap, and when you’d finished dressing you made your way into the arena and settled into the area cordoned off for friends and family to watch Ben’s set. When he’d finished, you settled for people watching around the arena.

It was fun to see what everyone was dressed as. Many had dressed up like Harry and there were even a few dressed up as Marvel characters. You checked your phone and saw that Harry and the rest of the band were running late, which made you nervous, even though you knew there wasn’t a reason to be. What did he have up his sleeve? Finally you saw Pauli and Elin come out of the tunnel and head to the stage in bright pink bomber jackets.

No. He wouldn’t dare.

You flashed back to a conversation you’d had several months ago. You were in his arms, sweat cooling on your bodies as you both tried to catch your breath.

“What’s your favorite movie?” he’d asked, chest rising and falling.

The question, while strange for the situation, didn’t catch you off guard. You’d grown used to Harry’s rapid fire question squeezed into every moment you all were able to salvage together.

“Grease,” you’d said without hesitation.

“Really?” he asked. Even without looking at him you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, I think I was Sandy for like three Halloweens in a row. I used to ask my mom to let me watch the movie every day after school for a couple of years.”

“A couple of years?” he asked incredulously.

“What can I say? It’s a classic!” you said with a laugh. “I also had a bit of a crush on John Travolta. I was very disappointed when I learned that present day-Travolta didn’t look like 1978 Travolta.”

“Noted,” Harry had said, as he rolled back on top of you.

That was all you could think about as you watched Sarah, Yaffra, Mitch, and Ny-Oh file in. You’d counted their characters one-by-one, until you confirmed your suspicions about who Harry would be dressed as.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath as the lights dimmed and the concert’s intro began to play. You kept your eyes trained on the center of the stage, lit up by the spotlight, until you saw the trapdoor open and watched as Harry slowly emerged from the depths of the stage.

The first thing you saw was the wig, and you were only slightly ashamed that it made you feel the way you did, heat spreading through you, setting your body ablaze. The leather jacket and tight black pants had you breathless and you had to remind yourself to take a breath, lest you pass out in the middle of the Kia Forum. The confidence he oozed on a nightly basis was amplified by the outfit, which only drove you wilder. Based on the screams echoing through the building, you weren’t alone in that feeling.

Your eyes followed him as he pranced around the stage. You were brave enough to admit that your gaze was mostly alternating between his ass and – when he’d shed the leather jacket – his arms. You melted even further when you caught a glimpse of the big screen and saw that he had donned eyeliner as well.

A couple of songs in, he caught your eye and threw you a wink, his lips curling into a smile as he did so. The throngs of people in front of you all screamed, each thinking the gesture was directed at them, but you smiled at the knowledge that it was only for you.

The moment of your undoing was at the end of the show, when he tossed the jacket over his shoulder before leaving the stage, running through the tunnel of fans. When he’d disappeared behind the curtain, you and the rest of his team made your way backstage. Harry and the band were high-fiving and celebrating another show in the books, with someone, likely Pauli, starting to pour drinks for everyone. Harry reached for the cup, but stopped when he saw you enter the room, racing over and scooping you up in his arms.

“Surprised?” he whispered in your ear as he spun you around. “Was it worth the wait?” You nodded into his neck. “Why don’t we have a drink and then I’ll get changed and we can head home.”

“How about we have a drink and head home and you keep this on?” you said, surprising yourself with your boldness.

“You –?” Harry pulled back to get a better look at you. “This is really doing it for you?” he asked, throat bobbing.

“Thought you knew I’d always had a thing for Danny?”

“I mean – I didn’t think it was in that way, but hell, I’ll take it,” he grinned. “Tell you what, why don’t we just skip the drink and get out of here.”

“I’d love that plan,” you said. “Don’t forget the jacket,” you added, kissing him gently.

Harry’s eyes widened and you laughed as he all but scampered across the room, grabbing his jacket and offering quick goodbyes to everyone around him.

“Ready?” he asked you, eyes clearer and more focused than they were moments ago. After an affirming nod from you, he took your hand in his and pulled you towards the exit. There was an electricity in the air during the drive home, marred only by Harry’s occasional muttering of “for fuck’s sake” when you hit a tricky bit of traffic, but you made good time and were pulling into his garage before midnight.

He led you through the maze of hallways, not bothering to turn on a light until you reached the bedroom. Once inside the room, he pulled you close to him and placed a searing kiss against your lips. It was surprisingly tame, but you knew he was just trying to control himself ahead of what was sure to be a memorable evening.

“Give me a sec?” he asked when you parted. “I just want to freshen up.”

You nodded, and sat on the bench at the end of the bed where he tossed the jacket next to you. Harry closed the bathroom door behind him and you were left alone in the quiet, empty room. Stretching, you looked down, suddenly aware that Waldo was not the best outfit for setting the mood. You pulled at the shirt trying to expose more of your cleavage before giving up. Your eyes landed on Harry’s leather jacket next to you and an idea formed.

You shed your striped top, rummaging through the suitcase beside the dresser for some of the sexier undergarments you’d packed for this exact occasion before settling on a pair of lacy underwear. You removed the rest of your clothes, replacing your everyday cotton briefs with the red garment and pulled Harry’s jacket on top of your naked torso so that it just covered your bare breasts.

You heard the click of the bathroom door latch and jumped. “Don’t come in!” you shouted.

“Um, OK…” Harry said suspiciously.

You took a look in the mirror surveying yourself and your new outfit for any imperfections, but were largely pleased with what you saw.

“OK, you can come in now,” you said, adjusting your hair so that it fell just right. You arched your back as you leaned against the wall, praying that the pose you settled on was more sexy than awkward. “Tell me about it, stud,” you said in the sultriest voice you could manage as Harry walked in.

Harry stared at you. “What’s this then?”

“That is my line, right?” you giggled, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious over your attempt at seduction.

“You’re fucking right that’s your line,” Harry said, voice low and deep with desire as he crossed the room in three strides and pressed you against the wall. “Say it, again,” he said against your lips.

“Stud,” you whispered, soft and slow.

“Fuck,” he hissed against your skin. You could feel a hardness below his belt as he pressed his full body weight against you.

“Do you like this?” you asked.

“What do you think?” he replied, wrapping one of his hands around your neck and pulling you forward to meet his lips. He closed the gap between you all with a ferocity you’d never experienced. He nipped at your lips, parting them just enough to slot his tongue in between them and you moaned at the intrusion.

Mouths occupied, his free hand traced its way up your waist before settling on your breast. The tip of his index finger ghosted over your nipple in a slow, teasing circle, causing it to harden underneath of his touch. Your breathing quickened and he increased the pace of his circles to match your breath before stopping.

You made a wounded noise at the loss of the sensation but gasped when his mouth replaced his fingers and you felt a jolt of pleasure throughout your entire body. His mouth was hot and wet against the skin of your breast and you tried to stay in the moment and memorize the feel of him on your body. His other hand landed on your left breast and he repeated the sequence.

Without breaking contact, Harry looked up at you as he continued his attack on your breasts, feeling his cock harden even more as he took in the look of pure ecstasy on your face. He was quite confident in his abilities in the bedroom, but he didn’t think he’d ever caused you to come undone this quickly before.

“Harry,” you panted, interrupting his reverie.

“Yes?”

“I need –” you started.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you need.”

You took a shaky breath. “I need your mouth on my clit.”

Harry bit his lip, closed his eyes, and willed himself not to cum on the spot. You were never shy about what you wanted during sex, but were also rarely this direct, opting for subtle corrections or guidance. When he’d calmed himself, he looked back up at you. “Your wish is my command.”

He kissed down your body, leaving a wet trail down your stomach and ribs, continuing to kiss around your thighs, pulling them apart to better position himself at your center. His hands drifted to your hips and he slowly pulled your panties down until they pooled around your ankles. With nothing between you and him, he brought his hands underneath your ass to pull you close to his face, relishing how the feel of your skin under his palms and the hem of the leather jacket surrounded him in softness.

You placed one of your hands in his hair, ready to push him to you, but he dove in without preamble before you could make a move. He lapped at your wet folds clearly avoiding the one spot you most wanted him.

“Don’t be a tease,” you whined, hating how desperate you sounded.

“You know you like it,” he shot back, and as infuriating as it was, he was absolutely right.

You were relaxing into his touch, growing somewhat content with the feeling and trying to ignore the desire that was pulsing within you. Which is why you were caught off guard when he suddenly locked his lips around your clit, dragging his teeth gently along the sensitive skin.

You yelped with pleasure and felt your knees go weak at the sensation. Harry tightened his arms around you, which served the dual purpose of keeping you upright and bringing his face deeper between your legs, which in turn only intensified the waves of satisfaction that were ricocheting through your body.

“Harry, I’m – oh!”

You knew it was coming, but your orgasm still surprised you, in both its intensity and duration. Harry didn’t falter throughout it, keeping his ministrations steady as he helped you ride it out, only pulling away when he could feel your breathing start to even out.

“Easy there,” he said when you tried to step back on unsteady legs.

You sank down the wall before settling into his lap and kissing him, long, hard, and deep. “Your turn,” you said, pulling away and resting your forehead against his. As you looked into his eyes, you saw that the eyeliner on his waterline had grown smudged from the sweat that dotted his face. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want you,” he said, hands once again finding your ass. “On top. Want to see you.”

You smiled, and eased up onto your knees. “Well, I think these are in the way,” you said, fingering the button of his pants, and pulling the tight garment down his legs, throwing them and his briefs behind you. His shirt was next and once he was completely naked below you, you started to shrug off the jacket you were still wearing.

“No. Leave it,” he said, pulling it back up your shoulders.

His cock was jutting proud, red, and already leaking against his stomach, but you gave him a few tentative strokes anyways as you slid the condom on him, enjoying the way his face contorted with pleasure alongside your touch. Satisfied, you lifted your hips once again and sank down onto him. You were already wet, so you took him with little resistance, but even with that it was still a tight fit and you swallowed thickly when he was fully inside you. You took a moment to savor the sensation that only Harry – not your hand or some toy – could give you.

After a moment, you moved up and down, testing the waters, while Harry hissed below you. You leaned over top of him, your breasts pressed against his chest, the loose flaps of the jacket hanging open over top of your bodies, and you tentatively rolled your hips, slow at first, but building speed until you found a pace that felt manageable for you and good for Harry based on the sounds he was emitting.

“Do you like this?” you asked him. He nodded. “Tell me,” you said. “Tell me how good I’m making you feel.”

“So good. So fucking good, baby,” he rambled beneath you. The ragged sound of his breathing and the incoherence of his thoughts indicated that he was close. You knew what he needed and leaned down once more and kissed him, wet and sloppy, and seconds later you felt him stiffen and spill over inside of you. You continued to kiss him, loving the way he moaned against your lips, and when he was done, you lifted off of him and laid down next to him.

He stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. “I–. You –. Fuck,” he finally said.

“Love you too, Harry,” you replied. You shifted next to him, taking off the leather jacket which was now sticking to you uncomfortably. Completely naked, you shivered as the AC kicked on, drying the sweat on your body.

Sensing your discomfort, Harry pulled you into him, gently rubbing your back. “This was a great treat, love,” he said. “Not sure next year will be able to top this.”

“Next year?” You knew you both were happy in the relationship and had no plans for anything to change, but hearing him talk so casually about the future did something to you. Maybe it was the hormones, but you were suddenly overcome by an intense wave of affection for the man lying next to you.

“Yeah,” Harry said confidently, turning to look at you. “You’re the only one for me and I hope I make that clear to you every day.”

“Hopelessly devoted,” you said, with a light chuckle.

“Hopelessly devoted to you, love.”

***

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[hurgablurg]

Minecraft 2d animated (with rotoscoped / painted-over in-game backgrounds) movie plot where it doesnt feel the need to do the player's batman origin and instead starts in media res with

A trio of piglin children, let's call them lapis, lavender, and daisy (ego, id, superego / whatever trio trope you want to use), playing around an inactive, old portal frame in the nether, running home only to find their settlement being destroyed by territorial ghasts, their families nowhere to be seen - these are our focus characters, and the audience surrogates. A ghast catches sight of them and gives chase, firebombing the area behind until they run into the portal frame again and a fireball activates it - with no other choice, they flee through it (with minor hijinks as they try to run through it at first and only realize on accident that they have to stand in it) just as another fireball deactivates it.

They arrive on the overworld, in an old player base, and wander and wonder at their new surroundings, before one of them collapses and starts coughing and spasming, as the undead plague takes hold of all three. They are about to turn until they are doused with a splash potion of weakness and chunks of holy golden apple, inoculating them for the time being.

They awaken in the modest house of an aged and experienced Steve, dark skinned and stoic, but with a kind twinkle in their eye, like Santa claus.

The language barrier and Steve's muteness prevents any complex explanations, but the kids get through that they had a bad experience and need help.

There can be a comedy bit where Steve sweats over only having porkchops on hand and tries to make due with some noncontroversial mushroom stew, until the kids happily dig into the "hoglin meat" as well.

Steve plunges into the nether to clear a path for the kids to go home, not realizing they are telling them that their home is gone, until Steve sees it for themself. Unwilling to condemn the kids to a zombie apocalypse in the overworld, Steve elects to lead them across the land to other player's bases in hopes of finding a nether portal that leads right to a settlement or bastion, before their immunity wears off. Adventurous hijinks ensue as they marvel and panic at the beauty and dangers of this world!

Some bits and story beats could be:

Alex (or one of the other, or even all, of the default skins) is one of the players encountered, kitted with elytra and netherite, building a massive megastructure, contrary to Steve's humble lifestyle. Alex does some cool air tricks as they land, but Steve is unimpressed, even cocking their hip and raising an eyebrow.

Steve and another player seem to be communicating, eyes locked together, with Lavender theorizing that they have some kind of telepathy, until it briefly but jarringly switches to gameplay where the players are allcaps "screaming" at each other in text chat.

The kids are attacked and one seems to be on the precipice of death, or even infection, until one of the players slaps a Totem of Undying into their hands and they are saved in the nick of time, deposited a few blocks away.

Lapis is in awe of the gold ore littering a badlands canyon while camped and tries to be brave to get some, accidentally falling, as Steve jumps down after them, catches them, and buckets just at the bottom, revealing an expertise and practice with the game belied by their wooden cube house, grass block floor, and disorganized chests.

They see the ruins and zombie hordes and even the Skulk, spawned by whoever the Ancients were, and the dangers of going too far. Maybe they are even pursued by a zealous Warden who breaches the surface to "correct" these "anomalies", as an additional "big bad".

It ends up being, of course, that the portals all lead to inhospitable places, like soul sand barrens, nether fortresses, and somehow even above the bedrock ceiling. When they actually DO find a settlement, it's a bastion, and while the other piglins are ambivalent or cautious, the Brutes are quite dogmatic, refusing and attacking the kids on the basis that they are forest-dwelling foreigners who reek of the overworld. Luckily for them, they have a new found-family of players who've been quite taken with them over their adventures who arrive to help, and elect to build a sanctuary just on the other side of the portal for them to live in, and which they can visit freely. Overtime, other refugees make their way, and an amicable piglin village starts up (perhaps even hinting at a theoretical future piglin rework, hmm), with Steve raising the kids personally, and with proper anti-zombie safety precautions, showing them how to Build, in Steve's sustainable, low-impact style. A Happy ending!

[thunderwetter]

TF One Theory - Why do the Waves stand with Starscream?

So I was thinking about this screenshot and to me, there's one very obvious reason why this shot is the way that it is:

At this point in time, Starscream leads the revolution. There's no Megatron to cause beef between the trio. They pull in the same direction.

Okay so take everything here with a huge chunk of salt, we don't know how and why the war has started and neither do we know what the whole deal with the Con insignia is, but what we do know is that D-16/Megatron wears it the entire movie, discovers a helmet with the same shape and that there's a war going on even before Orion and D-16 have any chance of starting it. A war without insignia, mind you.

This screenshot heavily implies that the war (or at least a war) has started without Megatron and instead, his three angels are the leading figures with Starscream on the throne - but why would the Waves serve him?

First of all, the easiest explanation: Soundwave cares more about their goal than he does about their leader.

In previous versions, it has been established that Soundwave is willing to serve any Decepticon leader as long as he believes in them and that they will make the Decepticons succeed. From Marvel to the various cartoons and comics, he has rarely ever taken command and usually was right by the side of whoever barked the loudest: be it Megatron, Starscream, Shockwave, Ratbat or Galvatron (to name the most prominent examples). He's often seen to favor Megatron in comparison to others, but he's willing to replace him too if he doesn't see any future with him leading them to victory. See these examples from US Marvel G1 where he helped Shockwave destroy Megatron after he went insane and IDW1, where he allied himself with Galvatron, hoping to achieve peace:

Keep in mind that both of these examples were reactions to Megatron's failures. In the Marvel version Megatron went insane after Optimus died and was incapable of leadership, in IDW1 Megatron defected to the Autobots and denounced the Decepticon cause.

In early Prime, Soundwave kept Screamer in check, however he did not contest his leadership as he later did with Airachnid. He saw Starscream as a realistic alternative or at least a temporary solution while Megatron was out of order. Once again, him following someone else was directly caused by his previous leader's inability to continue doing so.

Soundwave's loyalty is to the cause.

But what about Shockwave?

Shockwave is traditionally shown to stand in direct contrast to the others. While in Cyberverse his dispute with Soundwave is played as a joke and his disloyalty to Megatron is merely hinted at, in the comic runs he is just as treacherous as Starscream and while he's not being as obvious with it, he definitely has the intention to ursurp the Decepticon throne or more. In the Aligned continuity (specifically the Exodus novel) it is mentioned that he provoked a war between Tarn, his city, and Vos, Starscream's seeker city, to not only eradicate the seekers but also to get in Megatron's favor and prove that he is the superior second-in-command. In the Prime cartoon later on, they have an active rivalry. Starscream is constantly being pushed back, and, most notably, is the only one to trigger Shockwave's emotions. Shockwave emotes with his antennae, showing irritation and annoyance with Starscream and even openly threatens him with physical violence.

However as is the case with Soundwave, Shockwave is seen to be willing to work alongside Starscream if necessary. During the End of Prime, we see Shockwave grab Starscream and flee to Cybertron together, where they also collaborated on reviving Project Predacon for Predacons Rising. Shockwave is easily capable of killing Starscream, he could also just left him with the Autobots after Megatron's end, but he didn't. He saw more logic in sticking together. He saw use in him. Curious, it almost seems like these two can get along once there's nobody to suck up to anymore, doesn't it?

G1 also has some very interesting Shockwave moments that lead me to believe that TF One is gonna lean heavily on the G1 characterizations for Starscream and Shockwave (and most likely Soundwave, too) OR make Megatron the reason for the rivalry to even bloom.

During Countdown for Extinction, Starscream makes Shockwave believe that Megatron is dead. Shockwave, blindly loyal in this version, shows distress and despair, however he allows himself to be pushed to the side by Starscream and do as he wishes (until he realizes that Megatron is still very much alive). In The Revenge of Bruticus, Starscream and Shockwave are also seen working together out of necessity, giving us this glorious screenshot.

But all of these examples are taken under the circumstance that Megatron is a key figure. "Megatron" doesn't exist yet in TF: One - so why is Starscream the leader? Who put him in charge?

We don't know the reason for the war / the purpose of the revolution yet. We know that transformation isn't a given in this version (yet) and we know that freedom is not what it seems. D-16, B-127, Orion Pax and Elita-1 are all seeking freedom and this is what not only gets them their T-Cogs but also the ability to explore a world that's completely different from the city they know.

We know that Iacon exists - so perhaps other major cities we know, such as Kaon, Tarn and, most importantly, Vos, could be a topic and possible locations in the movie. My first thought was that maybe the revolution of this timeline started in Vos, in the Seeker capital, and it was Starscream who started it, given that in multiple version he leads the city-state.

Because think about it: What is the perfect symbol of freedom if not wings, if not the ability to fly? Even the damn throne looks like it has wings!

We've seen quite the amount of seekers in the trailer too, seekers that are able to fly and to transform. Seekers that are identifiable.

These two are somewhat getting focused in the trailer, possibly Skywarp and Nova Storm (like in Earthspark), the second might even be Sunstorm (if Hasbro even remembers he exists).

At another point in the trailer we also see a winged corpse in the foreground. I have a feeling that transformation and especially transforming to fly is going to be an important aspect in the war here.

The amount of fliers heavily implies that we are perhaps right in Vos, the center of attention, and that is why Starscream is in charge. We are, quite literally, in his realm, on his turf. He is the most powerful one around because he knows his way around the city and he can fly and maybe he also has the political power needed to engage in a large-scale conflict like the one we saw. We've seen him as a politician before, as a good one too.

Whether it's with his words or his actions, he convinced the Waves to follow him and they deemed it the most logical choice to follow him to achieve their goals - whatever these may be.

Probably Megatron will be the one to rally everyone under the same banner, establish the Decepticon insignia and potentially sow the seed for the rivalry between his three commanders, becoming the ideal symbol, both a leader and the figurehead of his revolution.

I almost wish for the tables to be turned and him snatching leadership from Starscream, but I think it's more likely that the dynamic will naturally develop...or be forced on him with some good old abuse, we know Megatron. I wouldn't be surprised to see him beat Starscream up and the Waves realize that maybe following the strongest wouldn't be a terrible idea.

But yeah! That was my interpretation/analysis of that one specific frame. I'm really hyped about this movie, in case you can't tell lol.

Lemme know what you think and if you got something to add, feel free to sneak into my ask box and leave your two cents!