#very curious and exited to see the results

[bloomries]

our compatibility is... 0%!?

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor).

summary : you come across one of those 'compatibility' quizzes and decide to take it as a joke— only for the results to end up saying you two are NOT perfect for each other!? what!?

warnings : gn! reader, insecurities.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Lucifer

Lucifer had always been very popular with his good looks, so you really weren't all that surprised to see the Devildom heartthrob on a magazine cover with the promise of a compatibility quiz inside. You decided to buy it just for laughs.

"Must you really?" He sighs, shaking his head at your childish antics. Lucifer, however, couldn't deny the little bit of excitement he felt knowing you'd score a perfect 100- except as you circled your answered and tallied up your score...

Lucifer scoffed, taking the magazine and putting on his reading glasses. Well this is just ridiculous! He shook his head, tossing the magazine to the side. "What do those idiots know anyways?" He glances at you, hoping you weren't too upset by the results, only for him to see you giggling. Were you happy with the results, or perhaps are you laughing at him?

Seeing his mood begin to sour at both of those thoughts, you rest your head on his shoulder and take hold of his hand. "We seem to have a habit of beating the odds, don't we?"

Oh? So that's what made you so happy? Knowing that you two some how managed to fall so deeply in love, despite being opposites, despite the odds being pitted against you two time and time again? Yes, he concludes internally, your love was extraordinary.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Mammon

"Look, your super hot boyfriend is on the cover of this months magazine." He says, throwing down the magazine in front of you. You quirk a brow, forgetting earlier this month about his photoshoot, and flipped through the pages, smiling at the sight of him.

"You look very handsome," You coo, leaning up to give him a kiss before you flipped to that page. Mammon instantly grew hot in the face and tried to snatch the magazine back but it was too late, your interest was piqued.

"Ohoho? What's this? A dating quiz?" You wiggle brows, answering the questions in your head.

"Give it back, 's embarrassin'!" He whined, still trying to get it but it's too late, you've turned the page to get your answer and-

"Wha- we aren't compatible!?" You turn to face Mammon with a frown, giving him the magazine back.

"Wait what?!" Finally he snatches the magazine from you and reads the questions before frowning as he flips to the answer page and, "'m not even compatible with myself?" You both share a look before an eased laughter fill the room. "Who even came up with these questions 'n answers? My favorite thing is obviously-"

"Grim?"

"You!... But then grim, yeah."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Leviathan

You had just been sent a link by an anonymous number, and seeing Levi's name in the link had you curious, so you opened it and was brought to a quiz on... how compatible are you and the third born, leviathan!

Peeking over at Levi who was still farming for materials on his phone, you decided to take the silly little quiz. You felt pretty confident in your answers, knowing him best. It wasn't until the 'YOU TWO ARE TOTALLY INCOMPATIBLE' screen came up that you gasped, catching Levi's attention.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, brows furrowed a little. You blink, before forcing a smile and nodding.

"Yeah, totally, everything is perfect!" You say, exiting out of the quiz and moving to cuddle up with him. "You know I love you, right?" He blushes, looking away and nodding.

"Y- Yeah, I do... I love you too..." His voice grows more and more quiet until you barely hear him- but you know what he says. You giggle, pressing a kiss to the side of his face.

"Good! 'Cause no matter what anyone says, we're a perfect match~" Levi tenses, before whipping his head around to look at you, tears in his eyes.

"Did... Did someone say we're not?" Deciding to not make him worry anymore, you shake your head, making plans to block the unknown number but not before telling them how terrible their quiz is.

"No, don't you worry~" Thankfully, he relaxes after that- and the quiz is taken down shortly after your complaint.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Satan

"Oh, what are you doing?" Satan asked, peeking over your shoulder to look at your computer. He read the title of the quiz and to say the least, he pulled a seat up next to you. "A dating quiz, hm?"

"I like reading the scenarios that go with it. I always get you, of course." You say, rather proudly, as you click the last question. "See, I got-!? I got Mammon!?" You can almost hear the way Satan's jaw clenches.

"Well, it's all in good fun." He says, but his expression betrays his nonchalant words.

"This doesn't usually happen," You clarify, scrolling down, "watch you'll be in second place-... or last..." You mumble, seeing you didn't get a single answer right for the 'Satan' choice. "Not all quizzes are created equally, this one is obviously a bad quiz so- where are you going?"

The sinister aura he's carrying makes a chill run down your spine, and fear for whoever has to face his wrath. "I just remembered I have to pay Mammon a visit."

"It doesn't have anything to do with this quiz though, right?"

"..."

"Right?"

He clears his throat, a little blush forming on his cheeks, "I'll be going now."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Asmodeus

"Look what came out today~" Asmo says as he jumps into bed beside you, giggling as he flips through the pages and admiring himself. "Don't I look good enough to eat?" He asks, showing you the pictures.

"Oh, you look amazing, Asmo!" You take the magazine and flip through a few more pages of him. He truly was gorgeous and such an amazing model.

"And~" Asmo says in a sing-songy way, flipping the page to a specific number, "Look at this, a dating quiz." Pink hearts surrounded the questions and several adorable pictures of Asmo decorated the page. "So, how compatible are we? 100 percent? 1000 percent? A million?"

"Uhmm..." Quickly answering the questions honestly, you frown. "Zero."

"Zero!?" He snatches it back from you, looking over the questions and answers. "H- How could you possibly get a zero? We're soulmates!" He whines, leaning into you.

"Well, it's just a silly magazine quiz, I wouldn't read too much into it." Asmo was clearly not satisfied with this though, as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Honey, what are you doing?" You ask, hesitant because you hadn't seen him this worked up since they claimed his hot pink leopard print outfit wasn't 'cozy chic'.

"Obviously calling the magazine and telling them they made an error with the compatibility quiz! We'll just have them change all the right answers to whatever yours were." As sweet as that is, you take the phone away from him and help him get it off of his mind with some kisses.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Beelzebub

"Beel this is serious," You whine, "We aren't compatible!" Beelzebub furrows his brows. You're really that upset about the dating quiz? He sets his food down and turns to look at you, smiling weakly.

"But we are compatible."

"Well not according to that quiz!" Beel frowns. If he could, he's get rid of the quiz all together and tell you a million times over that you two are the most compatible people to ever exist, but he can't do the first part so...

"But we are." He says, "We don't need a quiz to tell us what we are or aren't." He takes a bite of his food, before continuing, "I can't imagine wanting to be with anyone else, ever."

Your quietness didn't go unnoticed by Beelzebub, who worries maybe he said the wrong thing. He offers you a fry as a peace treaty, and you take it, although you don't eat it right away.

"Beel?"

"Yeah?"

"You're right. I also... can't imagine being with anybody else either, so..." you take a bite of the fry, "let's just forget about that dumb, dumb quiz." He chuckles, agreeing easily.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── Belphegor

"Maybe we aren't compatible 'cause you're annoying, that's why, now leave me alone." He whines, swatting his hand at you to try and shoo you away. You huff, not giving in as you ask him how he'd answer one of the quiz questions. When he gave the same answer as you you were resolute in your conclusion that this quiz was simple wrong. Belphie didn't really seem to care though.

"You're so rude." You say, "If it were the other way around you'd be all clingy and whining and saying how we're so compatible."

"Well I wouldn't fail the compatible quiz." He states matter-of-factly, turning around to face you. "Anyways," he rips the magazine from you and crumples the paper up, "not like these dumbasses know me any better than you do." He throws the paper over his shoulder and looks up at you. "So will you quit whining already?"

"So you think we're compatible?"

"If I say yes will you go to sleep already."

"Belphie!"

"Ugh! Yes, I think we're more compatible than anybody else in all three realms, and I really mean it, okay? So now just, c'mere, and go to sleep!" He lifts his arm and you snuggle in close to him, your happiness radiating off of you. "Stop smiling it's creeping me out."

"You looove me~"

"Yeah, yeah..."

(Seems your smiling was infectious, as Belphie fell asleep with a very content smile on his lips)

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

[vintagegirl01]

Plush Size

Marc Spector x fem! reader (Implied moon boys x fem! reader)

Summary: Missing the MK System, you decide to make a plush toy of Moon Knight for yourself, so that you have something to cuddle with when they are on missions for Khonshu. While this plush ends up being used for that particular reason, the moon boys are shocked to see that you are no longer as clingy to them as you once were. This leads them to become touch starved, resulting in them hiding the plush.

You miss them all very much. It has only been a day since they left but you miss Marc, Steven, and Jake very much.

Though they have been on missions longer than this most recent one they are currently on. Nevertheless, it’s true when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

As you look through Pinterest to look at sewing machine projects that you want to do. You see some pins on how to make dolls. This sparks the idea to create a doll in the form of your boyfriends’ Moon Knight persona that you could use to cuddle when they are gone. With this newfound inspiration, you get to work.

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3 Days Later…

Marc is currently fronting as he enters the key to your shared apartment. Though this mission was shorter, the desire to get home to you was what kept him going.

When he locks the front door, Marc notices the silence within the house. No tv nor music playing in the background.

Imagining the worst case scenario, Marc grabs his gun from his travel bag and begins walking around the house in preparation to fight to the death for you. He hears both Steven and Jake from the headspace, trying to reassure him that you are safe and more likely to fall asleep. Though he appreciates the reassurance from them both, Marc’s mind can’t help but wander to think the worst.

As he finally approaches the door to your shared bedroom, Marc finds you asleep on your bed. Although, instead of snuggling into his side of the bed like you normally would when he was gone, Marc is shocked to see you snuggling up with a plushie that looks nearly identical to what he looks like when he wears Khonshu’s ceremonial armor as Moon Knight. Marc smiles to himself as he returns to his regular clothes, beginning to strip to nothing but his boxers and crawls into the bed to get well earned rest.

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In the coming weeks, Marc notices how often you cuddle with the plush version of himself and is a bit restless to say the least. Though Marc is happy you have something to remind you of himself when he is away, the feeling isn’t there when he begins to notice that you sometimes even hug the mini him when you both are lounging around together in your room or living room.

Despite Marc always being a bit closed off at the start of your relationship, you helped him open up. Once feeling as if he had to wear the world on his shoulders, that feeling slowly faded away when he was around you.

No longer receiving those cuddles as often as he was once used to, Marc begins to devise a plan. One that will ensure he gets your attention.

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As you finish showering and changing into your pajamas, you exit the restroom and enter the bedroom.

When you walk to the bed, you notice that your Moon Knight plushie is no longer laying on the side where you normally sleep. In shock, you look under the bed to make sure it isn’t there. Noting it isn’t there, you move your pillows to see if they aren’t under the bed.

“Marc”! Have you seen mini you?”, you ask.

Marc comes in and says he hasn’t but agrees to help you find him (unbeknownst to you that he hid it).

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Thirty minutes of you two looking and not having any luck. Defeated, you lay on your bed a bit upset.

Marc gets into bed next to you and wraps his arms around you. He is a little shocked by the fact that you are upset about this.

Curious to understand why that is, he asks: “Why are you upset about losing the mini me”?

You answer.“Because it’s something to remind me of you when we aren’t together. Also, I figured it would be a good substitute for when you don’t want to cuddle me as I know I can be a bit too much sometimes.”

Everything begins to make sense to him. Marc goes to your closet to get something. When he comes back out, you see that he’s holding your missing plushie.

“I’m sorry I hid this from you”, he says ashamed. “I missed your cuddles and thought that mini me was taking away your attention from me. Despite what you may think, I love our cuddle sessions. It’s because of you, I feel safe enough to be vulnerable. Can you forgive me, baby?”

The moment Marc finishes, he is shocked to see you get up from the bed and grab the plushy from him. You put the plush on your bed and pull him in for a hug.

“You know you can ask me for cuddles whenever”, you say.

Marc looks at you with puppy eyes, “Can we cuddle now?”.

You take his hand and lead him both to your bed. Both of you get settled in with Marc laying his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his curls. Staying this way until sleeps takes over.

[delulujuls]

friends don't know how you taste | ms47

hi! i know that i have a lot of second parts to write, like for example for this one, but i just cant write other stuff when i am having particular ideas in mind, ya feel me? but dont worry, i remember all of the requests and i will write them in the sooner than later future, i promise!

but here comes the mick schumacher's one and i hope that you will enjoy this while waiting for the next parts for other shots, so bon apetit!

summary: when you are in love with your best friend and only alcohol can untie your tongue to reveal your feelings

warnings: reader being drunk, mentions of alcohol usage

pairing: fem!bffreader x mick schumacher

"Careful, watch out."

The tipsy giggles intensified as Mick steadied his friend's waist a bit more securely while they exited the elevator on the correct floor.

The girl struggled to maintain her balance, and despite being upset when her friends ordered transportation to the hotel for her, she was delighted when Mick turned out to be her ride.

"We're almost there, you're doing great," he reassured her.

Occasionally, he glanced at her, wanting to ensure that the alcohol wasn't taking a negative toll on her. She, however, was in great spirits, giggling and being very talkative.

"When they told me to go back to the hotel because 'I've had enough,'-" she mocked one of her friends, hiccuping, "at first, I got mad. But when I saw it was you who came for me, you have no idea how happy I was to see you!"

She stopped and embraced him, hugging tightly. Mick chuckled softly and reciprocated the hug. He knew he was in for a rather amusing evening with his friend, whom he had no intention of leaving in such a state, even though he could see that she had indulged in one of those harmless ways that shouldn't lead to any harm. Nevertheless, he wanted a clear conscience.

"I'm happy to see you too, liebling."

The girl lifted her head, smiling at his face. Her mascara was slightly smudged, her eyes sparkling, and a wide smile stretched across her rosy lips. Mick returned her smile, looking at her affectionately. She looked charming, staring at him like a painting in the middle of an empty hotel corridor.

"Liebling," she repeated, trying to mimic the German accent, "am I your liebling?"

Schumacher laughed, hearing her feigned accent.

"Of course you are."

She giggled again and hugged him once more. Shortly after, they managed to reach her hotel room. Mick closed the door behind them and seated his friend on the bed. She immediately sank into the soft mattress, feeling everything around her spin. Mick put her purse aside and took off her shoes.

"We'll get you into something more comfortable, okay?"

"Just say you want to undress me."

She joked, giggling. Mick chuckled and shook his head. He was genuinely curious about what interesting things he would learn from his intoxicated friend, with whom he had been friends for many years, and who had never made him feel that there was anything more than friendship between them. However, with alcohol, the girl always became more open, and whenever he was around, she enjoyed his company. Mick decided to play along.

"No, absolutely. After all, we're just friends, right?"

He said, taking off her leather jacket.

"Friends, just friends," the girl sighed heavily, sitting down with difficulty, "of course, as you wish, liebling."

Mick laughed when she again used the term he often called her, this time with an exaggerated German accent that amused him.

"Do you even know what that term means?"

"Liebling?"

"Mhm."

He said, squatting by her suitcase and looking for something for her to change into. As he searched through her clothes, to his surprise, he came across his own T-shirt, which she must have borrowed from him at some point. He smiled to himself. It fit perfectly, being a bit too big for her and, as a result, comfortable.

"Of course, I know."

The girl snorted. Mick stood up and approached her again, holding the T-shirt in his hand.

"So, tell me, and I'll get you changed, okay?"

The girl nodded, a shadow of intense contemplation appearing on her drunken face.

"Liebling," she said again, with the feigned accent, "means darling."

Mick smiled, squatting down and unbuttoning her pants.

"That's right, it means darling."

"I'm your darling?"

She asked, looking at him. He lifted his gaze, and their eyes met. His once amused blue eyes suddenly became serious, and the girl's intoxicated, gleaming eyes also became a bit more serious, too. Nevertheless, a smile still lingered on her face.

"Am i?"

She repeated the question, but Mick couldn't bring himself to utter a word. However, he thought that the next morning, his friend probably wouldn't remember half of the evening, so why worry about what he would say? Even if he revealed his long-hidden feelings to her now, he could gauge her reaction even if it wasn't positive. Everything would return to normal the next morning. He decided to take the risk.

"Of course, you are, liebling."

The girl smiled. Mick returned her smile. He took off her pants and tossed them aside, leaving his friend in just the top and underwear. He stood up and handed her the T-shirt, which she clutched in her hand.

"Can you manage the rest? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You promised to dress me, so you should keep your word."

She said confidently, looking into his eyes again.

"However you wish."

He replied softly, smiling slightly. He took hold of the bottom of her top and carefully removed it. He tried not to stare; that would be impolite. He grabbed his T-shirt and helped her put it on, tucking her hair behind the collar.

"We'll remove your makeup now, okay?"

The girl nodded and pointed to the bathroom. Mick disappeared for a moment, returning with micellar water and cotton pads. He sat next to his friend, looked at her face, and warmly smiled at her, sweeping her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ears. The girl closed her eyes and nestled into his hand. Mick stroked her cheek with his thumb, looking at her affectionately.

"You have pleasant hands. I like your hands."

He chuckled softly.

"Is there anything else you like about me?"

He asked, after a moment, taking a cotton pad and soaking it with makeup remover. He placed one hand on the back of her head and gently started removing her makeup with the other.

"I really like your eyes," she said after a while, without hesitation, "they're beautiful. Like the sky on a summer afternoon."

Mick smiled, hearing that comparison. With careful movements, he swiped the cotton pad over her cheek.

"I love your smile. And your laughter—whenever you laugh, you brighten everything around you." As she said this, she smiled herself. Mick couldn't hide his own smile.

"God, I think there's nothing about you that I don't like."

"Really?"

He giggled, taking another cotton pad, and he applied it to her eyes.

"Although, no, there's one thing I don't like about you."

"I'm all ears then."

"That you haven't made me Mrs. Schumacher yet."

Mick smiled. For a moment, he worried if he had missed something.

"Would you like to be Mrs. Schumacher?"

"Oh God, yes!"

She replied without hesitation, making him laugh. He set the cotton pads aside and leaned in, examining her face carefully, checking if he had done well in the task entrusted to him—removing her makeup.

The girl bit her lip, watching his face.

"You're doing great. This is the moment when you give me a kiss."

Mick was taken aback by her confidence. Even though, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Like this?"

He asked, touching her cheek and kissing her. He felt her smile against his lips, deepening the kiss. Although her lips tasted like alcohol, the kiss was filled with emotions. Not wanting to overdo it, he intended to pull away, but she grabbed his hoodie and pulled him closer.

After a while, they separated, but their foreheads were still pressed against each other.

"You have no idea how much I like you."

Mick confessed quietly.

The girl laughed softly.

"And you're telling me this now, when I'm drunk?"

"You probably won't remember it in the morning," he replied, stroking her cheek, "so I'm not worried that it will change anything between us."

"And you don't want anything to change?"

Mick sighed and lowered his gaze, leaning back a bit. He took her hand in his.

"You're drunk, baby."

"No, not at all."

She replied quickly, but hiccups got the better of her. Mick smiled, stroking her hand with his thumb.

"I'm afraid you won't remember anything from this conversation tomorrow."

"Answer me, Mick," she said, looking into his eyes, which were now avoiding hers, "you don't want anything to change?"

He looked at her. He felt that this joking conversation had taken on a completely serious tone. So, he decided to go all-in.

"I'd like to stop pretending that I only want to be your friend."

The girl smiled.

"So let's stop being just friends."

Mick was about to say something, but she kissed him again. Despite the taste of alcohol from her lips, he also felt the taste of change.

After all, friends don't know how you taste, right?

[yxami]

Oh my god i love the gangster one and pleasee do write more for him:)))))

I’m gonna combine this ask with another two because y’all really LOVED yandere gangster LMAO. Requests are always open btw, if I ever get flooded I’ll still allow them to be open and slowly get to each one. I’m just happy I’m getting requests cause I had very few before. LOVE YALL

Description: yandere gangster x fem reader, flirty yandere, mention killings stuff like that, I still haven’t come up with a name for yandere gangster so if anyone wants to name him feel free to send a message.

You were taking a short cut to your apartment through the same alley way you would see a suspicious man that lurked around. You at first assumed he was someone homeless, someone struggling, but he was the complete opposite.

He was infamous man who knew exactly how to solve all of your problems for the right price. You had no clue this dangerous man was one that you passed by everyday after work. Sometimes you’d see a group of men rather than just the single man you saw, those days you’d avoid going there.

That same gangster noticed you, everyday after 3 pm like clockwork you passed by him. It was almost like a routine that you had. He wondered who you were, what you did for work, where you lived, anything and everything.

He was incredibly curious about you for some strange reason. Maybe it was the way you put yourself together, the way your tight pencil skirt clung onto your hips, or maybe it was the slightly echoey clicking from your heels.

He took it upon himself to follow you one day. He effortlessly followed you home without suspicion. He was now standing in front of your apartment complex. This was a bit of a challenge for him, there were many other apartments next to yours, he just had to find out which one it was.

Everyday, he now made it his routine to follow you home. Everyday he got riskier and riskier. The first step being entering the building, the next entering the elevator with you, then finding out which apartment was yours, which resulted in many break-ins you’d had no knowledge of.

You were just on your phone, in the same elevator as your stalker, not having a clue of how dangerous he was, what he wanted from you, and what he so desperately wanted to do.

Your heels now making less noise, stepped onto the soft carpet of the apartment hallways. He exited the elevator and waited until you were sleeping to start picking at your door lock. He knew you were sleeping because he figured out that you would sleep every single time you got home. The way your sleepy demeanor begged to go to bed and your soft yawns.

He heard a click as he swiftly unlocked your door, entering without a care in the world. He knew it was risky to do all of this, the chances of him getting caught and thrown into jail were high. Yet he still did it, he still followed you and still broke into your house when he needed to see you again.

He watched your chest rise and fall, hearing your soft breathing, paying attention to the way you quietly mumbled in your sleep. He wondered if you were ever going to come up to him. Should he just go to you instead? No.. he can’t, he’d be too excited if he did approach you. Maybe you’d even be too scared to talk to him if he was.

He was so worried about everything it hurt. He decided he would try and find something that could at least help with his worries. Maybe you needed a gun, or a body guard! Someone to disappear? He was clinging onto false hope that a innocent woman like you would even think about doing any of that!

He used your Face ID to unlock your phone, looking through your messages he was able to find a contact that stood out to him. It wasn’t a lover, thank god, but it was a woman. She seemed to be a co-worker by the way the two of you talked.

She was a bitch though, all the messages she sent seemed to demand something of you and she would would flood you with humiliating messages. Talking about your past relationships, the way you worked, the way you looked.

He was so infuriated! Who did this bitch think she was?! He knew her name from your contact list and clicked your phone shut. Immediately leaving after that to go see who the hell she was. He was going to fucking tear her apart limb by limb.

The next day he was able to see that it was someone who sat near you, seeing from the window of your office; he saw how she demanded things of you. He even saw her trip you on purpose! All your papers went flowing and you had to re-organize them once more.

He wanted to kill her, to torture her for all the things she’s done but something was stopping him. How else were you going to approach him? He believed if that girl pushed your buttons just enough, you’d be looking for someone to kill her off once and for all. It was just a guess but he really hoped it would happen.

And one day, it did happen! You walked up to him for the first time and asked him if he could make her disappear. Your hands were shaky, showing the sufficient money for her death. He eased your nerves slightly by trying to use a softer tone when speaking to you.

After that day, he did in fact kill her, even getting rid of that friend that would follow along side her. They were both pests, bugs that needed to be crushed, people who deserved to die. He was granting what you wanted! You should love him now, right?

When you spoke up about your worries, he easily shut it down and even managed to confess. And you sort of accepted! You wanted a date first, he could do that! He’d do anything for you!

Even after you set up the date, he still followed you home, making sure you made it home safe. You never know with all these people lurking around. You could get hurt! Good thing he was there to make sure you were okay.

He watched you sleep like many times before, caressing your cheek, wishing he could already be your boyfriend. But he decided to be patient, he needed to be! Or else you’d never willingly accept him as a partner.

Today was the day. The day for your date. You woke up rather early, your body was bundled up with nervous feelings despite just waking up. You were nervous to be on a date with such a handsome criminal. Was he going to insist that you needed to be his girlfriend? He seemed nice enough and he didn’t mind that you needed to get to know him first.

Maybe he was a nice guy? Even if he was a killer? Your face scrunched in a disgusted reaction of your own thoughts. You probably shouldn’t be defending the actions of a killer. But it would be different if he only decided to kill people who were awful and ‘deserved it’. Would it be so bad if he was killing off people that made others miserable like your bullies once did?

You washed up, trying to ignore all your worries about the man you were soon to meet. You got ready, putting on a dress that hugged your body, even wearing a few accessories. You wanted to look nice, he was a handsome guy so you didn’t want to come looking unorganized and messy.

You heard a knock on your door and you rather embarrassingly rushed towards the door. You opened it and saw the familiar tall man. He was dressed in a sophisticated manner, his hair was nicely groomed, the rings on his hands only seemed to emphasize how large they were. Your face was dusted with blush because of how his dark brown eyes hungrily scanned you.

“I’m almost done! Just give me a sec” You opened the door wider for him and hastily went to look for your purse.

“You look nice. You should dress up like that more, in front of me, of course.” He observed you as you looked around for your purse.

“I don’t really.. dress up! Or go out because I’m usually busy with work but..” You were a little annoyed about still not finding your purse.

“Is it this one your looking for?” He questioned, picking it up by its handle. It was on the couch the whole time.

“Yeah! Sorry, I’m just really unorganized today” You were lying, you just hadn’t expected him so soon and his appearance had made you really nervous.

“It’s alright baby, I don’t mind waiting. I’m a patient guy” He smiled holding your hand. He brought your hand to his lips and softly kissed the back of your hand.

“Let’s go now, I have the perfect place in mind.” He grinned at your cheeks being red at his small gesture of love.

He had way more to give, he was obsessed with you. But he needed to be patient, you wanted to get to know him first so he wanted to respect your wishes. He probably should’ve been more mindful because he knew everything about you so it’s not like he could ask any questions a normal date would.

The two of you made it to a fancy restaurant located nearby your apartment. You had never been here before, the decorations were lively, and so were all the people here. You felt a little out of place with all the fancy looking people here.

“So, what do you want to know first?” He smiled happily, enjoying that he got to see you in such a cute dress. You looked so pretty in it, he was practically drooling.

“Uhm… any siblings? How was your home life before you got into the business?” You picked up the tiny glass full of wine. You thought it was rather small but you assumed it was a wealthy person thing.

“Two siblings, older brother and a younger brother. I’m the middle child, I wasn’t really the favorite so I could basically do anything I wanted” He laughed.

Your server came by and handed the menus with a welcoming introduction, and hurried along to go do the same with his other tables.

“Did you ever go to college?” You flipped through pages of the menu and selected a mainly shrimp dish. You saw he had already picked his meal before yours, now you were just waiting on the server. You wondered if you should get desert.

“Nope, tried to but didn’t have that kinda money. That’s why I ended up the way I was, but now look at me. Swamped with orders and gaining lots of money” He smiled at you. You noticed he had endearing smile, it made you feel warm inside.

“Well, at least you’re making money now. Sorry you were kinda unlucky from the start, it’s sucks.” You gave an apologetic look.

“It’s alright, it’s how I found you. I would do it all over again if it meant I would get to see you again.” He reached over for your hand, you placed your hand in his palm and he cupped yours with the other. His hands were warm and comforting.

“That’s a huge promise, but .. I’m flattered you see me as that important” You couldn’t help but blush at his response. He was always able to make you go red just by a few words. You really hoped you weren’t going to fall madly in love with him, maybe only a little.

“Baby, you’re my top priority, nothing’s more important than you. I’ll do anything to keep you with me. I would never go back on that promise either, trust me”

The server cut your little moment short much to his dismay. Once the server jotted down what the two of you wanted, he was up and out again. His words were polite but you could tell he was in a rush.

“Did you ever fall in love with anyone like this?” You held onto your dress under the table. Trying to grab something to calm your nerves about something you asked. You were curious though, were you actually special? Or was this guy falling in love with multiple women and doing the same.

You felt somewhat guilty for wondering but you wanted to know!

“Are you asking if I’ve fallen in love with another woman like this? If so, I’ve never. I’ve had a girlfriend or two before but I’ve never felt such intense feelings for someone before. That’s why I want you to stick by my side forever, is that greedy?” He was a little worried you didn’t believe that his love was true. Did you need him to prove it? Because he could easily kill another person for you!

“I don’t think it’s greedy, I think it’s nice that you see me that way. You’re a cool person to stick with, I think you would be a good boyfriend” You mumbled your last few words and his eyes lit up. You thought he would be a good boyfriend? His face was tinted with a little red and he couldn’t help but stare at you with eyes that screamed ‘I’m head over heels in love with you’

You believed he could be a good boyfriend, he compliments you, he cares about you, you just had to convince him to stop with the.. killing thing. But other than that you think it could work!

“Say that again? I must’ve misheard you” He was engaged on hearing your words. He needed to hear them again.

“Nope, you heard perfectly well” You looked away in embarrassment and he leaned over the table, hastily getting your attention.

“Then whisper it in my ear, I didn’t hear I swear!” He laughed trying to convince you. He thought your embarrassment was cute but you complimenting him like that caught him off guard. He wanted to hear it again.

You leaned in and whispered your words again, right before the waiter came back with your prepared food. It was lovely, the dishes were hot and ready to be eaten. You were prepared to dig in before you noticed him looking at you.

He had a goofy lovesick smile and was admiring you. He couldn’t believe you thought he would be a good boyfriend. He was happy you saw him like that rather than the gangster that killed people for you. Originally he thought that was a good look on him but being a good boyfriend? That was immensely better. A good boyfriend who would kill for you.

“What’s up with you?” You couldn’t help but giggle. You knew he liked the compliment you gave but you didn’t know he liked it that much!

“Nothing, just staring at my future wife, is that so weird?” He poked at his food with his fork and ate some of it. He thought it was honestly pretty good, he just ordered what sounded good. He wasn’t a food motivated type of guy.

You snorted at his stupid little comment, blush naturally resting your face with the compliments this idiot in front of you gave.

“I’m being truthful baby, you’re my future wife. What’s so funny?” He smiled finding your little snort humorous.

“Nothing, my beautiful husband! Just though of a funny joke” You finally confidentially reciprocated a joke. You didn’t really have a clue that he fully intended on marrying you but that was for later!

He loved the way you joked back, he did wish it was real but he could be patient. Patience was key!

“I could get used to this!” He grinned from cheek to cheek.

“Of course you could”

After the date, you invited him over to your apartment. Not because you wanted to do anything of course! The both of you were drunk from the rounds of alcohol to celebrate nothing in general. It was just for fun.

“Shit, I don’t think I’ve gotten this drunk in awhile” He lazily threw himself on your couch. He could handle his alchohol, but he might’ve over done it.

“Sleep on your side.. I’m going to bed. There’s water in the fridge if you want some” You yawned, you felt a little sick but it wasn’t that bad. Some water would help and good night’s rest.

“No sleepover?” He groaned. He wanted to sleep next to you, he knew it would be a little hastily but sometimes speed was the best thing, right?

“If you want to sleep on my floor go ahead” You drowsily pushed your door, landing face first into the soft cushioning of your bed. You quickly hid under the sheets, it was pretty cold.

“Good enough for me” He followed in, a few moments after you. He laid on your floor, taking a pillow from your bed to lay his head on. You went to the edge of the bed to share your large blanket. He grabbed his portion and you slept on the edge with your side of the blanket.

It was a weird arrangement but it was perfect for the both of you. Not too close to make you nervous, but close enough for him to fall asleep. Your comforting smell knocked him out rather quickly. You fell asleep after a few minutes and luckily weren’t able to wake up from his snoring.

[scekrex]

Hey so my birthday was coming up and so I was wondering if you could do Adam x reader where he celebrates the reader's birthday with him! Thank you and have an amazing day/night!

Holy shit, I hope I'm still in time for your birthday!! I'm currently on vacay w a homie but I had to make time to write that for ya!! Happy fucking birthday hun, I hope you have an amazing day xoxo/p

Birthday boy

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

When you first opened your eyes you noticed Adam was gone, there was no gentle giant lying next to you, hugging you close to his chest like he always did, in fact his side of the bed was cold. When you checked the time you were quite surprised to find that it was already 2pm, so Adam had not only left you for whatever reason there was, he had also let you sleep in. A thing the first man usually didn't do, he was craving your attention too much to let you sleep in every day. Something about today seemed off.

While you would've loved to stay in bed even longer, you were curious where your boyfriend went, so you forced yourself to leave the warm and cozy sheets behind and exit the bedroom. “Adam?” you called out for the first man as you walked through the living room - no response though. You tried again, a little louder this time, “Adam?” This time you got a response, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Adam with nothing but a towel around his waist, you grinned at the brunette, “While this is a great way to wish me a good morning I'd like to fucking know why you left me alone in bed.” Adam frowned at that, tilting his head a little, “I always let you sleep in on your fucking birthday, babes.”

And that was when you realized what it was that you had forgotten about - your birthday. Adam looked quite amused as he spotted the realization that was on display on your face. Of course someone like you would forget their own birthday, good thing that he had already planned the day. “Go get ready, fuckhead,” the brunette told you and walked over to you, pulling you into a soft kiss once he had reached you, “We’re going to grab fucking birthday lunch.” That the first man didn't need to repeat, you placed a quick kiss on his chin and then locked yourself inside the bathroom.

While you were getting ready, Adam called Lute, “Sup, Danger Tits, is shit settled?” When his lieutenant responded, the first man was sure he could hear her roll her eyes at that - he really started to get on her nerves. Like, she was happy Adam was so focused on celebrating your birthday, but seriously, you were dead, what's the big deal? She didn't fully understand, but maybe she didn't need to understand. She knew it meant a lot to you and therefore it meant a lot to Adam which resulted in her doing most of the work - not that she truly minded though. She honestly just likes to complain about Adam. “Yes, Sir, everything is settled. Make sure you won't be back before 5pm though.” Adam nodded at her words before realizing that Lute was very much not able to see him, “You’re the fucking best.” And with those words he hung up.

Just in time because only a moment later you stepped outside the bathroom door, your hair was still wet from the shower you had just taken and your body was fully naked - not because you chose to leave the bathroom like that, no, not at all, but because Adam that sneaky bastard had taken the last towel without telling you. “That’s quite the look, babes,” he hummed with a sly grin on his lips as he made his way over to you. The first man's hands found their way to your hips, pressing your body against his as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “But I don't fucking think I'll let you leave like that.” You playfully shoved him backwards a little, “Haha, very funny, I need to get dressed and so do you so move bitch, I'm ready for birthday lunch.” Adam wrapped his arm around your shoulders lazily and guided you to the bedroom as if you haven't been in living in that apartment for ages and he was showing you around, but you let him - there were no plans for today, all you wanted was a chill day with Adam by your side and the fact that Adam was taking you out for lunch made it even better - while you liked to celebrate your birthday usually this year you didn't feel like doing all the preparation so you had told Adam that and he had been fine with it being just you and him this year.

So the both of you got dressed, nothing too fancy, nothing too casual, a simple yet balanced in-between. And when you walked through heaven's streets and Adam took a right turn, you knew where the both of you were heading to. Your favorite restaurant. “Adam, they're always booked,” you mumbled as the first man confidently entered the restaurant, pride written all over his face as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, “I know babes, that's why I fucking reserved a table.” You stopped in your tracks, grabbing him by his sleeve to stop him from walking as well, “You did what now?” Adam's grin only widened as he proudly repeated his words, you could only stare at him. How? This was the most popular place in all of heaven, it's always booked, there's barely a chance to get a table - let alone on the date you want it. Fuck, Adam must've pulled a lot of fucking strings to get you two in. “You did not,” disbelief was still heavy in your voice and in your eyes and Adam shook his head, “I fucking did, now c’mon babes.” And with those words he guided you inside the huge building and towards your table once the two of you had checked in.

“How the fuck did ya crazy ass manage to do that?” you asked, still not quite able to believe where you were sitting - Adam hadn't just reserved any table, he had reserved a table as close to the stage as possible. He had gone all in just to get you a table with the perfect view in your favorite restaurant on your birthday. The first man leaned back in his chair lazily, acting like it was no big deal at all, “Oh y'know, I know the owner ‘n’ that fuckhead owed me sooo.” You just stared at Adam as one of the workers from there handed you the menu. Was this actually happening? And why was Adam acting like this was not a big deal at all? You had been begging him to go to that restaurant with him for months and all of a sudden you found yourself inside its walls, closest to the stage with your boyfriend by your side. Fuck.

“You’re a crazy fucking bitch, y’know that, right?” you mumbled as your eyes scanned the menu that had been handed to you, the brunette sitting across the table just responded with a lazy, “Oh but you love your crazy bitch-boyfriend.” And of course he was fucking right.

-

As Adam and you walked the streets back home you couldn't help but question his behavior as he continued to check his phone for either the time or an important notification. It was currently 4:40pm and it would take you at least another thirty minutes to reach your apartment. “Why don't we simply fly?” you had asked him earlier, his response had been even more weird and suspicious, “I wanna enjoy the view,” he had said while he had checked his phone screen. Ah, yes, the beautiful view of his phone screen, of fucking course.

“Okay,” you sighed, visibly annoyed by Adam's strange and uncommon behavior, “The fuck got up your ass?” The brunette looked at you in confusion, a frown met your annoyed look, “No fucking idea what you mean, babes.” You rolled your eyes at him but continued to walk next to him in silence, of course he had no idea what you were talking about, like fucking always. Usually you wouldn't mind him acting all strange but it was your birthday, in God's name. Why did he decide to be like that today?

You didn't argue with him though and when you finally reached your apartment and unlocked the door, you were greeted by Lute. The fuck was going on? The lieutenant of Adam greeted you with a wide, promising grin and you immediately knew you didn't like what was going on in the slightest bit. “Sup bitch, you got here well? Did Adam take care of you?” You eyed her with as much suspicion as you had eyed Adam with earlier as you pulled away from the hug she had been trying to give you. “Lute, quit that bullshit,” the exorcist’s grin fell at your words and for a moment she genuinely thought she fucked up, but then she realized Adam still hadn't told you shit and that he had probably been acting super fucking weird because of it.

The woman wrapped her arm around your shoulder as she led you inside, Adam followed behind you, he kept his distance though. As you entered the living room, the brunette behind you turned on the light and revealed that all of your loved ones had been waiting for you. Your eyes roamed over the people that had gathered inside your apartment. So Adam had really organized all of that, huh? Yeah surely not, Lute had obviously helped him. Did you mind that? Not in the slightest bit - I mean how could you? All of the people you loved and cared about had managed to make time for whatever it was Adam had planned.

You spun in Lute's arm, pulling the surprised white haired woman into a tight, warm and thankful hug. She had helped, obviously, and you were very thankful for that. Adam stood next to you, crossing his arms over his chest while he watched you and Lute hug. “Am I not getting a fucking thank-you kiss from my boyfriend for organizing all that shit?” and you knew he was joking, knew he didn't expect you to kiss you, especially in front of all those people so dear to you, yet you grabbed him by the collar and placed a soft yet quick kiss on his lips.

“Thanks, fuckhead.”

[literary-illuminati]

Book Review 56 – Three Parts Dead by Max Gladstone

I consider myself a pretty big fan of Gladstone’s, but until now I’d only ever touched his standalone works – I was previously a bit put off by the length of the Craft Sequence and so never actually tried it. So, thank you to the people who recommended I give it a try anyway! Despite being the first in a series, Three Parts Dead is a perfectly fine self-contained story and not relying on you reading the sequels to finish anything important. While it’s not the best thing of Gladstone’s I’ve read (Last Exit my beloved), it’s not the worst, either.

The book takes place in an industrial fantasy setting about a generation out from the apocalyptic, centuries-long war between the old gods and the ‘deathless kings’ – human sorcerers who had learned to master magic such that they could face them and tear the world apart in the crossfire. Tara, the hero, graduated from basically-Hogwarts entirely because there’s a binding preventing the school from doing bodily harm to its students – the next second they literally threw her out a window at 10,000 feet. The story follows her as she’s hired as a junior associate helping a world-famous lawyer/archmage as she’s hired by the church of Kas Everburning to investigate the sudden and mysterious death of their god. What follows are several hundred pages of convoluted scheming, legal proceedings, forensic accounting, and bloody magical duels and assassinations.

There are a few twists I genuinely didn’t see coming, the plot overall hangs together very well, and the pacing was just about perfect for the kind-of pulpy mystery/adventure story it was. Overall just a great time reading it.

That said, the setting’s probably the main thing to really sell people on this book. It’s just fun, and actually pretty damn original. The basic conceits are that a) magic is real, and b) so is capitalism. Kas Everburning is the beloved god and protector of the city, and also a highly leveraged legal entity loaning power across the globe whose death would catastrophically destabilize the global financial/metaphysical/political system. Mages can fly and raise zombies and enscroll people, but it’s all done in the idiom and with the vocabulary of contract law.

Beyond the basic conceit, Gladstone just clearly delights in layering weirdness on weirdness. Vitally, he does actually have a bit of restraint with the exposition – the book’s full of off-hand comments about different places and institutions that make you (me, anyway) incredibly curious about what the hell their deal is, but the actual explanations are restricted to what’s actually relevant to the plot and what the characters actually need to know. I still really want to know what’s up with King Clock or the Iskari or a half dozen other things, though. So, top-tier worldbuilding.

The themes are not exactly subtle, but I very appreciate that Gladstone lets them mostly remain as worldbuilding subtext and manages to make them feel like they emerge very naturally. I appreciate the slight restraint it takes to let the reader draw their own conclusions about the fact that the city’s police force is so empowered by strength and lack of need for doubt when on the clock that it’s literally addictive, or that one of the main antagonists is a brilliant older academic whose masterwork is a system where his star pupils (including a disproportionate number of attractive young women) are magically networked together to achieve incredible results he can take credit for while their lives and personalities are drained away to nothing. Being able to literalize the subtext a bit is half the fun of secondary wrld fantasy, after all.

Anyway, yes, very fun read. Four stars.

[ventingfanfics]

Classes (Shuri x Reader)

“That’s it,” You said under your breath to no one in particular, a crumpled paper in your hand. 

Why do teachers do this? You wondered as your instructor tried to get some final words out as the class was either leaving or getting ready to leave. Why not give the speech like a minute before? 

But you had more important things to worry about.

You power-walked out of the classroom and went directly to the registrar’s office. Unfortunately, yet expectedly, the line was long. You rolled your eyes at the slowness of the school. It all seemed so primitive. 

If they were going to keep people waiting the least they could do was have seating—in the hallway. A bench wouldn’t hurt.

Heaving a sigh, you took out our phone to bide your time.

Thankfully, it was charged up.

~

The next day at university you were in a far better mood. Some would even say you were glowing. After your health class, you decided to make a stop to the school library and donate the texts you would no longer be needing. You knew there would be other students who would appreciate your generosity. 

You had to wait on yet another line, but it wasn’t as long. 

“Hi Y/N,” A familiar voice greeted, pulling your attention. To the side of you was Professor Shuri or just Shuri. She had a bag over her shoulder and a black windbreaker. 

You felt awkward as you smiled politely. “Hi.”

“I see you dropped Wakanda Etymology, AP Physics, and Advanced Design.”

Why couldn’t she just say ‘I see you dropped my classes.’ Why did she have to name all three? 

It was an embarrassing reminder that you’d foolishly signed up for classes largely in part because you wanted to see her.

“Yeah,” You said, forcing a light laugh. “Looks that way.”

“Can I ask why?” There was a curious arch of her brow. 

The conversation was interrupted because it was your turn in line. 

“I…-“ You nodded your head towards the awaiting clerk, to which Shuri lightly said “yeah,” in understanding.

You eyed the man who took your books.

“I don’t get a prize?” You half-joked.

“Do people who donate normally get prizes?” He asked back.

Clearly, he failed to see you weren’t being serious. Feeling your skin heat up, you slowly turned away and looked at Shuri, who smiled at you.

“You can laugh,” You muttered.

“I’m sorry? Laugh at what?”

The two of you began exiting the library together. And despite the fact that you had now embarrassed yourself back-to-back, it was not lost on you that Shuri had decided to wait for you.

“So, you were asking me why I dropped the classes…” You recapped.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“I mean, isn’t it obvious? I was failing miserably. It was starting to affect my GPA.”

The two of you got on the elevator. A couple of students smiled and shot lustful looks at Shuri but she was oblivious. She was focused on you.

“Okay, but you could have talked to me first,” she said. 

That was the funny part. While you had been motivated to take her classes because of your little crush, you’d been too chicken to see her during office hours. Now, when there had been some of the group tutoring sessions, that was manageable. But to be with her one on one in her office when she already made you nervous in the classroom, you could only imagine how that would fare out. 

“We could have figured something out,” she said. “Talked through an actionable plan.”

You tried not to smile, reminding yourself that she was just being a good professor. It wasn’t anything beyond that. 

“I don’t know, I think it was a sign that I was bombing all of your classes,” You said once you finished on the elevator. 

Shuri laughed. “How so?”

You laughingly shrugged. “That I don’t need to be taking them.”

“Hmm.” After a small beat, she switched her weight to her left leg. “Well, why did you take them?” 

You blushed because of her question, her stare, and the possibility that she knew the very reason.

“I wanted to, uh, expand my horizons,” You answered almost robotically. You barely recognized yourself.

She smiled. “And did you expect immediate results?”

“So, what are you saying, Professor? That I shouldn’t have dropped these classes? You’re seriously saying you wouldn’t have advised me otherwise?” For the first time, she looked around, a calm smile on her pretty face. Her dark brown eyes landed on yours again. “Do you have somewhere to be? I’d like to continue this conversation in my office, if you don’t mind.”

Your worst nightmare and fantasy combined.

“I’m actually done for the day,” You admitted. 

She cocked her head to the side in a friendly manner, saying, “Come.”

Becool, becool, becool, was your mantra as you walked with this unbelievable woman. You could imagine your friend Riri telling you that you were being melodramatic. 

“Stop blocking a blessing!” She’d say.

Be more like Riri. What would Riri do? 

The walk to Shuri’s office wasn’t long enough. You’d wanted more time to prepare yourself and calm down.

She unlocked the door with the key that was attached to the double chain ID holder she wore. 

“Thank you,” you breathed out, entering first.

You felt her eyes on you. “Are you okay?”

She noticed. She knew you were being irrationally high-strung. It wasn’t like she had a reputation of being a creep. She was mostly well-liked around the campus.

“Want some water?” She offered. 

You graciously accepted, making up a lie about feeling hot. 

Wait…

As she put her bag down and went to her wide table that housed file bins and an iMac, you noticed she seemed contemplative. Your nervousness was now making her nervous.

“Thanks for the water,” You chirped, using the plastic cup she’d given you to fill from the water cooler dispenser. 

“No problem.” She smiled softly, visibly relaxed again. She watched as you sat down in one of the red chairs, also sitting. You looked around. “You’ve never been in here before, have you?” There was an air of amusement in her tone.

“Nope, never.” You chuckled. “It’s nice, though.”

What made the room standout were its purple chairs. 

“Thank you, I tried to give it my little touch…”

“You know…sometimes…I can’t believe that you’re here…that you wanted to be a teacher—a professor to be exact. How does one go from royalty to…this? No offense.” You made sure to say the latter right after.

Shuri laughed, clasping her tattooed hands. “None taken. That’s not the first time I’ve gotten that. A lot of people including some of my family don’t understand it either. But I don’t live my life so others can make sense of it.” She shrugged a shoulder, a smile still resting on her features. She was the image of confidence to you. “I wanted to try something new and different—and challenge myself, you know? I have always been passionate about my country and science, and when the offer came, especially at a trying time in my life…well, here I am.”

“I respect that. I mean, when I think about it, teachers are technically leaders—or they’re supposed to be.” Shuri was nodding in complete agreement. “How has it been for you, though? Has it lived up to your expectations?”

“Mm, that’s a great question,” she mused. “Well, I knew it would be challenging and not just because of the reasons many think. Even with my royal ties, people underestimate—some of the people in this very building—me because of my age.”

You shook your head, not even surprised. 

“So, in some ways, in a sense, I still have to prove myself,” she added, biting the corner of her lip.

“That’s real.”

Her face lit up. “Now, let’s get back to you…your question before, I wouldn’t have advised you to give up, no. I would have advised you to take another approach.”

“But like what? I went for tutoring and still failed my last test.”

“You weren’t that bad in Advanced Design.”

You smiled in awe. “Really?” 

Her reaction was in earnest. “You have a lot of potential. I wish you would have stuck it out longer. I wish you would have come to me. I wish I could have been more of a help.”

Were you dreaming? Was your departure that significant to the Wakandan lecturer?

“Don’t blame yourself, you intervened,” you pointed out remembering her consistent long thorough notes and when she enlisted you for tutoring. “But I guess I wasn’t feeling motivated.”

She looked at you in recognition. “That does happen.”

“No offense or anything because I loved taking your classes, you’re a solid instructor. I guess the classes just didn’t love me.” You laughed some.

Shuri smiled ear to ear. “You really think I’m a solid instructor?”

You grinned as well. “Yeah! Especially for your first year.”

“Phew,” she said, wiping imaginary sweat from her forehead. “I’m trying.”

Your smile softened. “I know.”

The two of held a stare that was so intense it caused you to avert your eyes, heat running up your neck and past your stomach. 

“You know, I’m gonna miss you in my classes—all three of them.”

You laughed, wearing a shit-eating grin. “Am I the only person who really took all your classes? I couldn’t be, right?”

She shook her head. “No, there are a few others. But you stand out.”

You comically twisted your face. “Oh snap. In what way?”

The last thing you wanted was to get ahead of yourself here. Maybe she meant you stood out because of how much you'd been struggling? Is that it?

“Actually, don’t answer that,” You said. When you finally looked at her again it was because of the silence. She had an interesting, attractive smirk on her face. This was the kind of look that caused heat. You’d read about it in stories. 

“Why don’t we discuss it over dinner?” She proposed. “I’ll pick you up at 8.”

[marsipaniscool]

freaking stares at you with my big disgustint glowing red eyes. kars headcanons about little habits he has. (please.)

hes a freak animal underneath all of the grace and beauty. semi unrelated but i firmly believe he did NOT have a good relationship with his parents i can smell it.

CRUNCHES THIS IN MY MOUTH BTWWWWW

Kars has a few little quirks and habits that I love thinking about. In particular, I see him having the nervous habit of pulling his hair. He’s sat at his desk, deep in thought about his latest experiment, fingers mindlessly twirling and pulling at strands in frustration. Queue even more frustration at the resulting damage, and that leads him to his other nervous habit, counting out numbers. Whenever Kars finds himself under stress, he counts the seconds he takes to accomplish any task, tapping his knuckle against his thigh as he does so. It finds it calms him and grounds him.

Apart from nervous habits, I can see Kars being very vigilant of his surroundings. He’s always checking over his shoulder, if he’s not already in a position where he can see every entrance and exit. He’s constantly keeping a headcount too. Can also see him sighing a lot as a vocal habit, poor man is constantly annoyed and stressed.

With ULF Kars, I LOVE the idea that the longer he embodies certain creatures, the more he becomes like them. For example, extended time with wings leads him to almost squawk and chirp at things, he would also cock his head side to side when looking at things. Also love the idea of him starting to groom his fellow pillar men when he’s like this. He’s super fussy about appearances in the first place, making Esi and Wham dorn something plum in honour of him, but adding the instinctual bird grooming aspect? he’s a nightmare. someone save Wham because he can’t tell Kars to stop.

OH YEAH KARS REEKS OF PARENT ISSUES. in my little hc world, kars’ parents were involved with science and gave him the avenue to get started on his super crazy acupuncture. however, i always think child Kars asked faux pas and taboo questions, which reflected poorly on his parents. Poor baby was too curious for his own good. Honestly have been thinking about him slipping away from the underground caverns and trying to wander in the sun against everyone’s wishes. Cue a massive freak out from the tribe, he was likely the only child at the time so EVERYONE was worked up. I also think that Kars's mother was the main, if not only, disciplinary figure in Kars's life for a long time, leading to a deep resentment of women. All of his punishments were at her hand, and I don't see communication being any of the pillarmen's strong suits. Naturally a deep deep divide happened between a very curious child whos been spoiled endlessly, perhaps even having behavioural issues, and parents who expected a blank slate doll of a child who would do exactly what they wanted whenever. I also think that when Kars was really ramping up his experiments on the masks, but pre pillar tribe massacre, he experimented on his and Esidisi's parents bc "they're the closest genetic matches to us!"

Kars Lastname my beloved tar pit of a man <3

[lacunafiction]

A bit of implied nsfw but ROs reaction to seeing MC's search history

Hi Anon,

I hope you’re having a nice day/night! 💚

I'm assuming the MC was looking up/reading ‘certain things’ on a shared computer based on your ask. 👀

Early Middle Relationship Stage

“Oh… oh?” B has the mouse hovered over the tiny, red exit button, but is still reading the list of results. “Okay then.” They eventually close it out, feeling a little warmer than before as a flush starts to creep up the back of their neck. B will not go looking for you for a while until they can play it more cool about what they just stumbled upon and decided to read—no, skim! They totally only skimmed through the history, pfft. (I think they may feel lowkey guilty about it.)

S is similar to J; however, they are more curious, so they may wonder about the first few results and how they relate to the MC personally before closing it out.

R is the type to go 'hmm' and file that information away for later, possibly trying to memorize the links or theme of what you’re not-very-sneakily looking up. For science! (And because they genuinely want to know what you like to better surprise and please you, if they think you would be into experiencing it…) Their heart is in the right place, even if their mind is momentarily in the gutter. 😌

J views it as none of their business, so this would only occur in the most unintentional of ways, like they would be closing out the tabs and then see something. They would just simply close out the window a little more quickly and clear their throat before walking away from the computer with a straight face. 😑 They do not see it (and likely never will, unless experiencing it with you.)

Best wishes!

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 5

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives. 

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “You couldn’t stop thinking about apologizing or kissing me?"

On Wednesday, I awoke when my alarm went off. Did I sleep through his alarms today? I must have been out of it. I was hot and sweaty. I felt like I had been dreaming but couldn’t recall what it was about. I groggily headed toward the shower. I stood under the hot shower stream longer than I probably should have before I started to wash my hair. I was moving slowly through my entire routine. I felt like I had a mild hangover and was not looking forward to the workday. 

As I was digging through my clothes, I realized all the undergarments that I had left were a little too sexy in nature and not the most comfortable. I silently cursed myself for letting Lauren help me pack, even though me doing it alone most likely would have resulted in a panic attack. I sighed to myself, settling on a lacy white set that was the least offensive, then I got dressed. Today it was black fitted high waisted palazzo pants that zipped up the back, a matching blazer, and light pink sleeveless blouse with a lace trimmed white Cami underneath. I pulled my straightened hair back into my usual low bun. I actually felt cute today. The pants hugged me in all the right places and gave me a little confidence boost that helped improve my mood. I was barely ready on time and had to hurry downstairs to meet Joe. As usual, he met me with coffee and scone in hand. I was thankful for it this morning. 

I was surprised to not find Megan waiting for me when I arrived. I momentarily wondered if I would have any issues entering the building, but once I reached the security checkpoint, they told me to go through without checking my bag or requiring that I go through the metal detector. All I could do was shake my head as I walked toward the elevator. 

When the elevator doors opened to the correct floor, Megan was standing there, looking very impatient. I smiled at her as I exited the elevator and asked if everything was ok. 

“Yes, I’m sorry I wasn’t there to meet you this morning. I was just on my way down. I was having some trouble getting the printer moved to the secondary conference room for you.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I don’t expect you to meet me every morning. I think I can find my way now.” I gave her a reassuring smile, hoping it might help her relax some. 

“So today should be fun. I am going to start running data checks. There is a possibility I may need a second set of eyes or hands.”

“Sounds good. I’m really excited about this part. I am curious to see how all this works. I think it’s fascinating.”

“Well, I think you may be the first to ever say that. Most people want no part of it.” 

Megan led me to the secondary conference room that required ID scan entry. It was a large space that housed an executive style table that took up most of the room, but it was all slightly smaller than the first one we met in. I started getting set up and laid some of my paperwork out across the table. There was a method to my madness that did unfortunately involve killing some trees. I am a very visual person, so a lot of the time it helps me to lay things out instead of switching between multiple windows on a small laptop screen. 

My first step was to start running some of the unaltered data download spreadsheets through a program that compared data from multiple servers and also checked for data irregularities and notable patterns. It could be a slow and tedious process depending on the size of the data load and looking at the past six years’ worth of information was a lot. 

About two and a half hours in, while processing the financial data, something caught my attention. During each payment period, there was always one account outlier in the losses column. The same account never had consecutive losses within that range. I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline, convinced this could be something. 

I pulled up the profit and loss statement report pdfs that I had reviewed earlier in the week. It hadn’t been completely obvious to me at that point because of the way they were presented. I hit print. Once they were finished printing, I called for Megan to bring some tape and to come assist me. I had her sort them out by year. Then I asked her to hang them on the wall alphabetically by account name then in the order of the month and date. I also had her highlight the outliers on each report. She initially looked at me like I was crazy but didn’t question it. She did as I asked. I alternated between helping her and setting more data to run through my software. By the time we were finished, almost all four walls were completely covered in these reports. I stood back, staring at them. Trying to figure out how to piece it all together. 

I grabbed a pen and started writing large visible numbers on the reports in the order that the outliers occurred. There was one full cycle of the spike in losses for each account. No repeats. I stepped back again, staring at it with a half grin on my face while shaking my head. 

“Megan, would you mind letting Mr. Carrington know that I will not be available for lunch today please. I think I’ve just found something that needs my attention.”    

Megan looked at me, wide-eyed. She nodded before walking out of the room. She returned several minutes later, eager to help. We both went through numbering each cycle for the outliers. It was the same every time. One full cycle through the accounts with no repeats before it started over. However, each cycle had a different order.

I sat down in a rolling chair, turning in circles to look around the room. What now? There had to be more. I leaned my head back as I rubbed my hands down my face, trying to think. Megan excused herself to go grab our lunch delivery. I figured this might be a good time to take a bathroom break. When I rounded the corner walking to the bathroom, I passed Jay Brooks. He gave me a polite hello but didn’t stop to chat. His demeanor seemed off. I had a suspicious feeling about him.

When I got back from the bathroom, Megan had returned with our lunch. As soon as I walked toward her, she leaned into me while looking around slightly paranoid. She started speaking quietly.  

“So, it may be nothing, but when I was coming back, I saw Mr. Brooks attempting to swipe into this room. He never uses this room for anything.”   

“That is interesting indeed. Let’s get back to work.” 

We both ate while we stared at the walls. There was something about the changes in the numbers. 

“I think I have an idea,” I said rather loudly as I dropped my food down on the table, causing Megan to jump. I grabbed my laptop and made a copy of the financial data spreadsheet. I quickly removed all the losses marked as outliers and moved those over to another excel tab. I went through and got the average losses for each year. Then, I went to the other tab and deducted those corresponding year’s average from each of the outliers. What I was left with literally had me bursting out in laughter. 

“What a fucking idiot.”

“What is it?” 

“When I account for the average losses across all accounts for that year and minor fluctuations, then subtract them from these outliers, I get basically the same difference for each account. These first two years, it’s a one-point five percent spike. It went up to two percent for a few years and it’s now holding steady at two-point five percent each time one spikes. It’s statistically impossible for that to be happening naturally for that many accounts.”

I wasn’t sure if Megan followed any of that. It was a lot to process. She just stared at me, wide-eyed before speaking. 

“So, what you're saying is, someone is skimming a specific percentage from one account at a time on a rotation? Which would cause a spike in the losses, right?”

“You got it. He got greedy and started raising that percentage which made it even more obvious this last little bit. I can’t believe the accountant didn’t catch this.”

“I don’t think the accountant checked all the accounts because there are so many. He randomly picked them and asked for that specific data.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Megan gave me a serious look as she shook her head. That would most likely be why it wasn’t caught. 

Now I had proof that malicious activity was happening, I just had to figure out how. I quickly looked back through all the audit trails relating to Mr. Brook’s accounts. There was nothing there. Everything looked legitimate. 

“Can you ask the head of the IT department if he is available to see me, please?”

“Of course,” Megan said as she went to make the call. 

Several minutes later, I knocked on Sam’s door. He called out for me to come in. I inquired about who has access to the mainframe and about security for that room. Sam said there were currently no cameras pointing directly at the entry door to that room, but there were some on adjoining hallways. 

I realized there are also bathrooms on the same hallway as that space, so it would be hard to say definitively that someone was going into the mainframe room based on the camera footage. 

I then had Sam pull up a list of IP addresses that had accessed specific data files on the mainframe, he noted that it was only the mainframe workstation listed to run scheduled automated jobs, most being done late in the evening.  

“Sam, who has access to the mainframe workstation?”

“Technically, all the Senior level staff. Their ID card will get them in the room, and they have the admin credentials.” 

“Seriously? Why?” I didn’t even give him a chance to answer before continuing.

“You know what, never mind. It doesn’t matter at this point. Can you get me room access information for the last six months and the automated job schedules by tomorrow please? 

“Of course, I can. Anything else?”

“No, that’s it for now. Thank you.”

I left Sam’s office and walked back to the secondary conference room. I found Mr. Carrington and Megan there. Mr. Carrington’s face showed confusion as he looked around the room. I started to walk him through today’s discoveries, his confusion turned to aww. He said that he was impressed with my unconventional methods. Laughing as he looked around the room.

“I don’t want to leave this up overnight in case someone gets in here,” he stated. 

“Of course. I had planned to take pictures and shred everything before I leave.”

“I’ll let you get to it then. Megan, please help her dispose of this after she’s done.”

Megan gave a slight nod as I moved to pull out my high-definition professional camera from my bag. I methodically started taking pictures of small sections of the walls. As I would finish with one section, Megan would pull them down and shred them. We finished just as it was time to call it quits for the day. She and I were both feeling worn out as the adrenaline started to wear off, but we were still excited by what we had accomplished. We said our goodbyes, then I headed downstairs to meet Joe. 

It was close to six when Joe pulled up in front of the hotel. I felt giddy from today’s discoveries and anxious to see Dieter. Joe parked the car and opened my door, giving me his usual spiel. I quickly made my way inside and grabbed the back corner booth in the restaurant. I took off my blazer as I sat down because I was feeling hot suddenly. Bartender Tim made his way over and asked what I would be having. I asked for some mozzarella sticks and opted for a fruity mixed drink rather than wine and water. I had a good day, so I was feeling something a little extra. I pulled out my laptop to work on my report and looked through a few more datasets while I waited. 

About forty-five minutes later, Dieter came in through the front entrance. I didn’t even have to see him to know. I could literally feel him. I looked up as he was walking into the restaurant. Our eyes focused on each other. The biggest smile spread across his face as he approached the booth. He was wearing dark colored jeans and a fitted white t-shirt, both of which were hugging him in ways that should be illegal. His hair was messy, hanging down over his forehead and he was wearing the black rimmed glasses. He was also still sporting just a hint of facial hair. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to control myself. The glasses were taking it over the top. He looked like he had had a good day. Hopefully that meant he got the news he had been waiting for. 

He slid into the booth, still smiling with the sweetest look on his face. His energy was infectious. He turned to face me, took a deep breath, and said, “I got the part!”

I did a little clap, and I stomped my feet simultaneously. I was excited for him. I leaned toward him and gave him a side hug and a small rub on his back as I said congratulations. Yeah, I was shamelessly flirting with this guy again. Clearly, I was already feeling the effects from my mixed drink. 

He put in his order with bartender Tim. He too ordered a mixed drink and another round of mozzarella sticks. He asked how my day had gone and I shared the new developments. Excited that I was finally on to something. He was full of questions and wanted to know every little detail as to how I had figured things out. He finished his drink off quickly as he listened.  

“I think you literally just blew my mind. You’re too fucking smart.” he said with a laugh and shook his head in disbelief as he leaned back against the booth. 

“Not really, the computer does most of the work for me. The rest is just recognizing patterns and reasoning.” I said, taking another sip of my drink. 

“However, please feel free to continue to stroke my ego. I won’t argue too much.”

His eyes met mine and he continued to chuckle at my response. There was a look in his eyes that was unreadable. We sat staring at each other for a moment. His eyes briefly dropped down to my mouth as I bit my bottom lip, then down to his drink. He adjusted in his seat. Then, rubbed his left thumb across his bottom lip and down the side of his face before resting it on his right shoulder, giving it a small squeeze as he exhaled. I continued to look at him a moment longer. He looked slightly flushed. The energy between us had shifted. It was electric. At that moment, I knew tonight was going to be interesting and I was one hundred percent on board with it. I basically gave up any sense of control I was holding on to. It was one of my few “fuck it” moments that I was probably going to regret, and again, I didn’t event care.

I interrupted the silence, “We should get a shot to celebrate. We both had success today.” 

He laughed at my enthusiasm and agreed. I slid out of the booth and asked him what he wanted. He opted for a shot of whisky. I walked up to the bar to get Tim’s attention and asked for two shots of whisky. As I waited, I could see Dieter’s reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He definitely looked me up and down, then quickly looked away. The pants I wore today were a good choice I thought to myself as bartender Tim passed me the shots.  

I sat back down with the drinks; we clinked the glasses together before downing them. We continued chatting for a while about anything and everything. Movies, books, music, all the typical topics. Playfully arguing with each other when we disagreed on something. Both of us sneaking in brief touches here and there. I had shifted to face him in the booth, with my leg bent up on the seat. He kept touching my thigh when he would laugh about something I said. Even giving a gentle squeeze occasionally. It was taking my mind to places it shouldn’t be. I could feel the tension between us building. 

Around ten o’clock, my phone buzzed on the table. It was Lauren. One short message asking how tonight went. I didn’t answer. She was going to be pissed at me. I looked at the time.

“Oh, it's nearly ten o’clock. Geez, that was fast. I guess they’ll be closing soon.”

I sat my phone back on the table. Feeling disappointed. Dieter looked a little disappointed too. 

“Time flies when you're having fun I guess,” he said as he finished off his latest drink. I finished off mine too. We settled our bill, then we both stood, making sure we had all our things. I grabbed a mozzarella stick and stuck it in my mouth as I walked in front of him toward the exit. He started laughing at me and shaking his head. I wasn’t completely drunk, but I still had a good buzz going at this point. Completely at ease and enjoying myself. I hadn’t really been like this in years. It was kind of nice to let loose if I was being honest.

We both got on the elevator. Being in such close quarters had my nerve endings on fire while the smell of his cologne wafted around me. My head felt foggy. It took us a minute to realize that neither of us had hit the number for our floor. We looked at each other and started laughing as he reached over to hit the number 9. He backed into the corner next to me, our arms touching. The elevator jerked as it started its ascent, causing me to stumble on my unsteady feet and fall against him. The length of our bodies touching as he caught me from falling. We both froze momentarily. I looked up at him to give my apologies, but no words left my mouth. My eyes dropped to his lips. He leaned in halfway and stopped with a questioning look on his face. I closed the distance between us and kissed him. I reached up and put my hands on the back of his neck, giving his hair a little tug as we both deepened the kiss. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me in closer.

We broke apart when the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Staring at each other, wide-eyed. I think we were both in shock over what just happened. I gave him a shy smile and walked past him down the hallway toward my suite. My fingers over my lips the whole way. The heat from his lips, still present. I could feel him following closely behind me. I caught his reflection in the glass of a picture frame at the end of the hall as we approached our suites. He had his hands in his pockets and was watching me with a hint of a smile on his face.    

We reached his door first. I took a deep breath before I turned around to tell him good night. He was looking at me intently. His eyes were unreadable. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something but stopped. He reached up to push a stray piece of hair out of my face that had fallen loose at some point and then smiled. 

“I should be free tomorrow evening if you want to hang out again…I know it’s your last day here, so feel free to tell me no, if you have other plans.”

I smiled, “No, no other plans. I’ll be right here. In the hotel, I mean.”

My eyes shifted down, realizing my brain was failing me as he kept looking at me. All I could think about doing was dragging him into my room. I shook my head to clear it and smiled, telling him good night and that I would see him the following day. Reaching out to squeeze his hand as I said it. Then I turned and walked to my door without looking back. It was a second before I heard his key card in the lock. I caught a glimpse of his back as he entered his suite. 

I walked into my suite, setting my things down on the couch. I stood in place for a minute. Staring at nothing as I tried to process what happened. I decided to get ready for bed and try to decompress. I pulled my blouse and shoes off, then walked into the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I took my hair down. It fell in soft dark waves around my shoulders. I stared at myself in the mirror, noticing that my pupils were dilated. I laughed at myself. This was absurd. I could not believe how I had acted this evening. It was a sobering moment and I felt like I was past whatever had come over me by that point. I just needed to be away from him to gather my thoughts. 

As I was digging through my suitcase for some pajamas, I heard a light knock on the door. I stood there for a moment, confused. It didn’t sound like it was the main door. Another knock. It was at the door adjoining mine and Dieter’s suites. My stomach did a flip once I realized it. 

I walked into the bedroom and opened my side. Dieter was standing there, with his arm propped on the door frame above his head. He was wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt. Skin showing just below the hem of his shirt from where his arm was raised. My eyes lingered there before meeting his. I was certain that he noticed. He took his arm down and rubbed his thumb down the side of his lips as he hesitated to speak, eyeing me. I leaned on the opposite side of the door frame waiting for him to say something. 

“I’m sorry, I-I.. shouldn’t have bothered you. I…just wanted to apologize for earlier. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and…”

“You couldn’t’ stop thinking about apologizing or kissing me?”

He stopped, realizing what he had said. He was trying to read my face, looking for the correct answer. I wasn’t giving him anything to go by. I wanted to know what he was really thinking. 

He hesitated, “I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you. I have been all week.”

He braced for my response. His eyebrows knitted together with a determined, but worried look. His chocolate eyes searched my face. That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips crashed together. He took a few steps toward me as I put my back flat against the wall. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me up against him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running a hand through his hair and again tugging it gently. He groaned into my mouth, and I could feel his excitement pressing against me. Any control that I thought I regained over myself was gone. 

I lowered my hands to the hem of his shirt, tugging to pull it off. He stopped kissing me to pull it over his head. My eyes took him in. His torso was toned but not overly muscular. His shoulders were broader than I realized and his arms well defined. He pulled me back to him. His hands were in my hair, then he reached down to pull my Cami off. He briefly stopped, “Is this ok?” he whispered before continuing. I let out a breathy yes, reminding myself to thank Lauren later for throwing in the sexy bra and panty sets even though I cursed her for it earlier in the day. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he kissed down my neck, lifting me off the floor slightly to walk toward the bed. After he placed me back on the ground, I reached down to palm him through his shorts, and he groaned into my mouth again. He reached for the front of my pants, not finding what he was looking for. He pulled away for a minute, looking down. 

“How the hell do you get these things off?”

I started laughing as I turned around tugging at the zipper. He grabbed my hips, clearly admiring the view for a moment before trying to help me undo the zipper. In my haste to pull it down, I got it caught on the fabric. We both started laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. 

“Fuck it. Rip them.” I said through my exasperated laughs.

“This might as well be a damn chastity belt,” he said through his laughter as he gave a good tug, pulling me backward slightly. 

The zipper finally popped loose. He sighed in relief as he pulled my back against his chest. Pulling my hair out of the way to kiss down my neck. I grinded my backside into him as he went to stick his hand down the front of my pants. Again, he paused asking if it was ok before continuing. I managed to squeak out another yes. He continued, rubbing my sensitive area, and feeling the wetness that was forming. My entire body was electrified. Honestly, I hadn’t felt this aroused or alive in years. Clearly, I had been missing out. 

He pulled his hand out and slid my pants and panties down my legs. Then he moved to undo my bra, sliding it down my arms slowly. I turned around and reached for his shorts, but hesitated. I felt like I was in foreign territory. I hadn’t been with anyone but my ex-husband in so long. I started to doubt myself and I was unsure of how to do this. Damn my intrusive thoughts. 

He caught my eyes with his, sensing my hesitation. 

“We can stop if…”

“No, I just haven’t done this in a while. I feel a little out of practice.” I gave a half smile and a one shoulder shrug.  

He reached for my face, kissing me gently.

“I think you are doing perfectly fine. Just don’t think about that.”

As his chocolate brown eyes stared into mine, I felt my confidence return and pulled his shorts down. He didn’t have anything underneath. I glanced down. He was definitely excited and above average in size, I assumed anyway. I didn’t have a lot to compare to. He pulled me back to him and started kissing me again. Geez, he was such a good kisser. I was never one for making out in the past, but the way his tongue moved with mine was igniting a blaze in me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I reached down and started stroking him. He sucked in air through his teeth, leaning his head back at the feeling.

I paused and his eyes snapped to mine. Concern etched his face. 

“Do you have a condom? I’m… I’m not on anything…”

He paused before answering me, like he was trying to decide how to answer. 

“I-I had a vasectomy…but I haven’t been with anyone in a very long time.” 

He looked apprehensive while he waited for my response. Honestly, I was a little shocked. It wasn’t the response I was expecting. I would have to pack that away to process later. 

“Oh...ok then. Me too. I mean, I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either.” I said, shaking my head up and down. 

I could see the relief on his face. We gave each other awkward smiles and I started kissing him again. I was determined to be in the moment and not in my head worrying about every little detail. 

Dieter backed me up to the bed. When it hit the back of my legs, I sat down and started to crawl backwards. He followed, hovering over me and kissing as we went. Once I settled, he was everywhere. Kissing, sucking, and touching every inch of me. He started working his way down and paused as he felt me tense. 

“You don’t have to do that,” I said as I grasped onto his hand. He looked at me with questioning eyes. 

“It’s just…that’s never really done anything for me.” 

“Then clearly someone didn’t know what they were doing. Relax and let me have a go at it.”

He gave me a mischievous grin and started sucking on the inside of my thigh. I gave him a small smile and nodded for him to continue. 

As soon as he put his mouth on me, a loud moan escaped my lips. Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak. It was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. A high that I had never reached.

Dieter crawled back up to hover over me, looking pleased with himself. 

“Ok, you were right. Someone didn’t know what they were doing.”

He laughed at my declaration as I started to kiss him again. I could taste myself on him. We grinded against each other. After a moment, he reached down to line himself up at my entrance. He paused looking at me for permission. I resumed kissing him and bucked my hips up for him to continue. He went slow at first, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. 

Once we got into a rhythm, we were fueled by pure need. Our bodies saying what our words failed to. We couldn’t get enough of each other. Our hands and lips were everywhere, sucking and caressing. My entire body felt like it was burning with want. It had never been like this for me before. I gave myself over completely. I could feel that familiar burn building again as I climaxed for a second time that evening. Dieter nipped my jawline and kissed down my neck as I arched my back through it. Once I started to come down, he grabbed my leg, just behind my knee and raised it to change the angle. I could feel the burn building again as my muscles started to contract around him for the third time. 

“I’m about to…” he trailed off through his heavy breathing. He placed his forehead against mine and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist while we both tensed from our releases. 

He sat there unmoving for several minutes. We both attempted to get our breathing under control in between the deep sensual kisses we shared. We were both covered in sweat and trembling from the exertion. He rubbed his nose against mine and gave me one last peck on the lips before he rolled off to lay beside me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. 

“That was…unexpected,” he said once his breathing had calmed down. 

“It was. I’m not complaining.” 

Dieter laughed while he twirled my hair in his fingers. 

“I think I need something to drink,” I said as I laid there, unmoving. He moved to get up, agreeing that he did too. I told him I had water in the fridge. I shamelessly admired his backside as he walked out of the room. 

He came back quickly, turning all the lights off as he went. He handed me a bottle of water then pulled the blanket back and climbed in covering us both up. We both downed a significant amount of water before setting the bottles on the nightstands. He scooted down in the bed onto his left side and pulled me over to him. My back to his chest. He wrapped his right arm around me with his left bent back under his head and nuzzled his face into my hair. I laced my fingers into his right hand, pulling his arm tighter around me while our legs tangled together. 

For the first time in a long time, I felt content. I felt safe and unjudged. I decided I would let myself enjoy the moment and worry about consequences later. I just wanted to be happy and without worry for once. Even if it was only for one night. 

I noticed his breathing shifted to slow, steady breaths. He had fallen asleep. I further relaxed into the warmth of his embrace, letting sleep take me too. 

At some point in the middle of the night, I felt his foot slide down my leg, then he hugged me a little tighter. I wasn’t sure if he was awake or not. He didn’t seem to be. At least not all of him. I stretched my stiff muscles, pushing my backside into him as I did so, feeling the hardness press into me. I did a little wiggle and he groaned into my ear, burying his head into the crook of my neck. His fingers tightened in mine. He was definitely awake now. 

I turned my head toward him, our lips meeting. It was slow and sensual. His hand made its way down to my core where he started working his magic with his fingers. I was panting and reached my peak quickly. He slid his hand down to my thigh, repositioning my leg. Then he propped himself up on his left arm to position himself and enter me from behind. He laid back down, wrapping both arms around me, then began moving, very slowly. We both groaned at the feeling. This position was a new experience for me. The angle hitting pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. 

His right hand alternated between roaming my body and grasping my hip to pull me back to him.  My head was laying in the crook of his left arm, his left hand bent up, tangling in my hair while I turned to kiss him. I threaded my right hand through his hair, grasping it tightly causing a deep groan from him. He would switch between fast and slow thrust to prolong the experience. When he felt my body begin to tense, he picked up the pace and we both reached our high together, letting out pants and moans as we rode it out. 

We melted into each other as our breathing slowed. He continued to place random kisses down my neck and nuzzled back into my hair. 

“Why are you so fucking amazing.” 

It was a statement. Not a question. I laughed at him. 

“Can we just stay here, like this, and forget the rest of the world exists?” He said with his face buried in my neck. I chuckled.

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” 

I started lightly rubbing his right arm, which was still wrapped around me. Within minutes he was asleep again. For a minute, I dared to wonder what it would be like to wake up with him every morning. To be in a relationship with him. He was so attentive and caring. The opposite of what I had before. Is that something I was even capable of right now? Emotionally I was kind of a mess. Not to mention the psychological effects of what I had been through. I quickly dismissed that train of thought. I was getting ahead of myself. As far as I was concerned, this was just a fling. I’d most likely never see him again after this week anyway. I eventually dozed off into a deep sleep. 

A/N: More spice coming in the next chapter. 😉

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[lazyveran]

legally obligated to ask (jk im just curious) whether you have particular stories/ideas about how/when katara and azula (and any other ATLA characters) got those scars. especially that sicknasty lightning on azula. love that drawing btw.

YES I DOOO!! these r kind of political marriage au, but most do also apply to my canon ideas as well <3

azula:

the lightning scars was azula's first attempt at bending lightning. this was when she was really Far Too Young to try such a deadly technique, but ozai insisted so she did. she was about 10 - maybe 11 - when she tried. no one expected her to actually be able to do it, despite her prodigy status. unfortunately the ridiculous amount of raw power she managed to produce couldnt exactly be handled by A PRETEEN and it offshooted, ricocheting back up her own arm. she has an exit scar somewhere near her nape (which she hides)! it was almost fatal, but ozai was giddy. im thinking shes probably the youngest person in fn history to master lightning bending (i also have a whole personal hc that lightning bending is regarded as sacred, which is a whole other thing. i digress.)

azula's shoulder scars were from a battle in which the tank she was riding in got it's engine destroyed. the damn thing blew up and threw her and a LOT of shrapnel across the battlefield. it took a huge chunk out of her arm and she had to bend w her legs for like the entire battle as a result

she has a bunch of little uneven scars from bending training or the odd practice weapon grazing her - i think a lot of the time she doesnt wait for wounds to heal properly, so she has a lot of shallow scars on her

in the vein of canon, she probably has scarring on the inside of her mouth/throat after breathing fire without proper practice/understanding of how. i also think she fucked up her arm during the western air temple raid bc, seriously, how the fuck did she stop herself falling at terminal velocity with a HAIR PIN. it mangled her hand, her foot and dislocated her shoulder. idc.

[secret info: i have a Story Idea based on azula gaining a physical disability of some kind. highly confidential tho.]

katara:

three clawed scar on her bicep was a wound she picked up during a particularly deadly encounter with a polar beardog. she basically duelled it one on one during a rough winter. while she won (of course) it left its mark on her. she has the pelt in her hut as a trophy for winning against that monster

the scar on her ribs is from a shiv in ba sing se. im thinking during one of her stays in the lower ring her and sokka got pulled into a whole situation with one of the underworld bosses in the area (ala, a corrupt city guard kind of deal, vulturing on the poorest and refugees and of COURSE the siblings wont stand for that). during an encounter they ambush her and manage to knick her pretty deeply. katara sort of sees this one as a badge of honour since the result of that fight saw her save a whole little community in the lower ring

her days as a fighter give katara a bunch of little knicks and scars on her elbows, knees and hands. i think katara uses mobility quite a bit, and her and sokka's war style seems to be more guerrilla based. as such its very rough n environmental, so shes scratching up her limbs a LOT

she also has a pretty hefty chunk bitten out of her thigh during a surprise orca attack on the waves. it was a protracted battle - because orca are like that - and at one point katara gets bit. links into a wider story about her time fighting the fire nation i think! but it was during a period in which she was sinking deeper into using her bending for fighting during the war rather than as a natural extension of herself. to katara, the orca attack was the ocean/spirits' warning to keep the spiritual side of her bending alive, instead of just its utility and violence!

kataras sustained other wounds/scars but her healing usually gets rid of them after a couple sessions. the scars she does keep have a certain meaning to them; like a lesson or reminder to her

[astarlow]

When are they most likely to be affectionate

Characters: Zarya, Tracer, Mei, D.Va Word Count: 748 Form: Mix Warning: None

Morning 

•Zarya 

•As a morning person, Aleksandra is affectionate as soon as she's awake and particularly after she wakes up  •she kisses you on the forehead to wake you up  •once you're in the kitchen, she might sneak an arm around you to give you a hug or entirely hug you from behind and lift you in her arms  •when she leaves, she kisses you goodbye 

"солнышко, wake up." She slightly shakes your shoulder. You mumble something under your breath, but she doesn't quite catch it. 

"Still tired? I go do breakfast, join me when you're ready." She kisses your temple and walks away. You groan as you open your eyes. You're still tired but you want to say goodbye to your girlfriend. Aleksandra finishes eating her breakfast, she fills her water bottle. You exit the bedroom with a sleepy head and she can't help but chuckle at your state. 

"You don't have to wake up at same hour as me." You shake your head as you engulf her in a hug. She returns it with ease, lifting you with a huge smile. 

Noon 

Mei

•she likes to do her research in your presence. She finds it soothing when you're with her •So whenever she can, she's going to sit down in the same room as you. If you have some time, you're going to join her •It's also a good time for her to be quite expressive, losing herself in her research •she also mutters some sentences in Chinese when she's in the zone

You are sitting down on the couch with Mei lying on your shoulder. She had her journal out, a pencil in her hand. You see the little frown she's wearing and you find it adorable. Snowball is resting, charging his battery.

"I don't understand, the results are not corresponding to what we expected..." she mutters and you see the many graphics on her screen. She plops her head on your lap, laying down completely.

"怎么回事? 可爱, 你可以帮我吗?" You raise one of your eyebrows in amusement but she doesn't quite realize. She looks up at you after a few moments in silence. Once she realizes, her eyes widen and her cheeks are dusted in pink. She sits up, embarrassed at the exchange. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" You reassure her, laughing a bit at the whole ordeal.

"It's okay, don't worry. I'm curious though at what you were asking me, care to repeat it?" She still blushes but is less embarrassed than before.

Afternoon 

Tracer 

•although she's affectionate all through the day, she has a surge of affection during the afternoon.  •The morning she needs to rush to her workplace and during her break, she replenishes •The only time she really has the energy to be very affectionate is in the afternoon 

"Love! Here I am!" You turn your head just in time for Lena to rush into your arms. She collides quite brutally with you and you let out a small 'oof'. She wraps her arms around your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

"Hey Lena, I didn't you'd be coming back so soon." 

"Am not! I just sneaked out a few minutes, have to go back." You chuckle as you kiss her back on the cheek. 

"Convenient to be so fast hmm?" 

"Sure is! See you tonight!" 

Night

D.Va

•Though she streams her fights, she also likes streaming her games when she comes back from her missions •Her only free time is at night, after her streams and by then, most of the time you're asleep •If you stay in the same room as her when she is streaming, she'll appreciate it and call you sweet names in Korean •After she's done, she is going to cuddle you and whisper what happened in her stream until she falls asleep

She shuts down her computer once she has notified her stream she'd left to sleep. She goes through her routine until she sees you in bed. She plops down on the bed, resting her head in the crook of your neck. You instinctively wrap one of your arms around her form.

"Everything went good?" She's a little bit surprised you're still awake but she still answers your question.

"Yeah, got to play a little bit with Yuna. Didn't wake you up right?" You shake your head and she feels it.

"Nah, don't worry." She smiles and she tells you the content of her game, you fall asleep to her voice and she soon follows.

[fallout4-reacts]

A Frankenstein like scientist brought Frank horegon back to life in the commonwealth. What did the companions do to stop him

Sole had no idea what they were in for as they entered the Commonwealth's only Enclave outpost.

They knew from Brotherhood reports that the Enclave was a nearly as powerful organization as they were that collapsed after a certain Lone Wanderer retrieved components for a pre-War weapon that would give the Brotherhood an edge in their war. That same person subsequently assaulted the remaining Enclave stronghold at Adams, supported by Brotherhood forces and their captured Vertibird. This attack culminated in the destruction of the crawler, robbing the Enclave of their last known major command center. (https://fallout.fandom.com/wiki/Enclave#Remnants)

Sole now progressively sink into the bowels of the underground bunker, and it becomes clear that perverse scientific experiments have been carried out there. Then, deep within the complex, they come to a room where the power goes on by itself, most likely due to a motion detector.

Sole reads the name inscribed on a metal plate above a curious glass cage containing a living being.

"Frank Horegon," they read with interest.

A device suddenly activates, liberating the cell from a nightmare creature.

WARNING : They mostly react as if the journey is coming to an end.

Cait : "Back to the exit!" Cait yells, and Sole is motivated to join her in her terror. They simply cannot. They just activated the mechanism that will unleash this monster on the Commonwealth, and they have no right to flee.

"No," they stated flatly.

And it could be their determination or their conviction, but something is keeping Cait in place. She swings her baseball bat in her hands, knowing full well that the weapon will be useless against the barely biological monstrosity that awakens from its slumber.

"It's a beautiful day to die," the fighter sighs.

She is very familiar with this frame of thinking. She had been standing with it for several years. She therefore becomes engrossed in what motivated her every day to get up and face the cage, knowing full well that one day it would be the last.

Codsworth : "Mum/Sir, you should deactivate this thing, and fast, before it's found the exit."

Sole knows. Sole had the same viewpoint as their Butler, but it appears that if the place had anticipated the release of the monster at the entry of a lost soul, nothing was done to prevent the launch.

"Cods... great to see you again. Return to Sanctuary now."

"Lord, don't you consider it? Do you think I'd abandon the only member of my family I still have at the worst possible time?"

Sole casts a glance with almost tenderness towards the robot.

"Oh Codsworth, Codsworth. My brother, my good pal. Are you really going to stick by me?"

"There is no other place in the world for me other than by your side, and I will stay there until the end. If it's now, General Atomics will be pleased that I didn't fail."

"They'll never know, you know?"

"But me, I know."

When the iron monster steps onto the platform, the discussion is over. Codsworth spins his saw in front of Sole to remind him of his seriousness.

Curie (before turning synth) : The poor little robot realizes it is a monstrosity, one of just a few in the world, and that no conventional means will stop it.

Her programming is not designed for combat.

Her programming is designed for safeguarding purposes.

But in this case, safeguarding the Commonwealth, and more specifically Sole, appears impossible.

Curie attempts to process information faster than ever before, but all of her algorithms reach the same result over and over.

The only viable option.

She takes position in front of Sole, her sensors completely focused on the monster.

"Leave the room as quickly as possible. I'm going to short-circuit my systems in order to overheat my fusion battery."

"Curie, no!"

"We don't have time to argue about it. This beast will undoubtedly have the upper hand over us. I must immediately blow up the entire room on this beast before it has time to react."

Sole continues to object, but the robot forces them to the other side of the door. She rushes to weld the lock so they are unable to go back.

Sole's howls are muted by the concrete wall as she launches the commands to bring her fusion core to the desired reaction.

If only a robot could smile.

Sole is saved, and Curie will be remembered as the hero who defeated the monster.

Despite the fact that she will not be present to hear the tale of her feat...

Danse : "We must eliminate this genetically engineered homicidal maniac cyborg.”

"You say," Sole grumbles as he stares at the only actual abomination they ever seen in their life. "How is the only true question."

"In the one and only conceivable manner, soldier." Danse stands in front of the massive creature, forced to stare up at him despite his own stature and power-armor. "Ad Victoriam!"

The paladin then charges recklessly into battle, and Sole follows him after a brief hesitation, knowing that this is likely the last time they hear their comrade yelling their famous credo... if they live to ever hears anything at all.

Deacon : He seems to be replaying that dreadful day when he witnessed the Coursers land inside HQ. He attempts to keep his cool, and he even appears to manage a banality that seeks to be hilarious, but his brain is working at a thousand miles per hour to find a solution.

"Why don't we close the door on our way out?"

"It won't be able to hold that thing forever. We must destroy it."

"You know, I was really afraid to hear you say that…"

However, the spy is not a coward. Not in the face of a fight for the greater good. He would have liked a miracle or the ability to escape without having to confront this situation, but he knows it is impossible.

He takes Silver in his hands gently, as if time had been stretched to infinity. This tiny treasure that Sole designed for him has been proven numerous times, and the weapon will have to work wonders this time.

"What if we hid behind these computers? That would allow us some room to maneuver in order to get as much of a pitcher out as possible, right?"

Sole confirms and they take shelter. What a terrible shelter. Sole takes their own rifle and reaches into their backpack to retrieve some ammunition. Deacon notices what's in it at that point.

"Hey friend, are we having fireworks?"

Sole looks down to see what piqued Deacon's interest.

"You really want this to happen?" they wonder.

"Do you realize we're already dead? So why not get Mr. Ugly with us?"

Sole sighs despondently. They are well aware that this is the end. They grab the Mini-Nuke from their luggage and roll it towards the cyborg, who now appears to be aware of their presence.

"Whoever manages to blow it up pays the round on the other side, okay?"

Sole gives him a friendly smile, but Deacon has already armed and fired the craft.

He is certain that he has won.

Dogmeat : The brave dog quickly takes a defensive stance in front of Sole. His master recoils in horror as they sees the abomination that emerges from the tube and grabs Dogmeat by the collar.

"We have to go now!"

However, the good dog looks at his owner, and the other hesitates.

"You're right, no, we can't let this monster escape into the Commonwealth, but what do we do?"

Sole smiles as Dogmeat barks many times.

"Yes, you're right."

They promptly empty their bag's contents.

Time flies by. The beast will soon become aware of their presence. Dogmeat assists Sole in dispersing the explosives, all of the explosives that Sole had on them, throughout the room. The dog may easily and undetected sneak around. When all of the traps have been set, and the last grenade has been placed with intelligence, the good doggie returns to Sole, and they pass through the door, locking it behind them to shield themselves from the explosion.

Sole would never consider setting such a trap. Well done, Dogmeat!

Elder Maxson : "Shit!"

Sole is almost as astonished to hear Maxson's exclamation as he is by the beast that slowly approaches them.

"Elder?"

"Look at this monstrosity! It's something I've heard of! It is the worst kind of abomination, nearly invincible! We must evacuate swiftly in order to return strong and eliminate it once and for all!"

"But if this is such a threat, we cannot risk letting him leave the building; instead, we must immediately destroy him, here and now!"

Maxson stare down at the recruit. Unfortunately, he is aware that they are right. The danger would be too severe...

Death in the soul, he recalls how he felt the day he saw a Deathclaw stalking around his tent. And he has no hesitation today as he did this day.

"Then we'll shoot him ourselves," he declares confidently, holding his weapon.

Sole nods, following their superior. They understand why so many BoS would follow Maxson to the death at times like this... and that is exactly what they intend to do. 

Hancock (romanced) : "My high is way too damn high, you ain't seein' what I’m seein' right in front of me…"

Sole sighs and shakes their head.

"No, Hancock, you're not dreaming."

"Damn, there's more metal on this thing than on the sorry sap you're lugging around."

"I wish I had the idiot with me right now, believe me."

"We'd toss him out on his ass to buy ourselves some precious time?"

Sole would rather not reply. By placing two ammunitions onto his shotgun, Hancock sighs.

"I knew it was too good to last between you and me, Sugar Lips. But ya coulda busted up this swell couple in a whole different manner. For instance, ain't nothin' like makin' sure all them bones are good 'n fractured 'fore the day's through."

"Speak, but make your gun talk because we have a long discussion waiting for us with this villain."

"Long enough for a quick chat, I hope."

"Long enough to talk about it later on his body, I hope."

Hancock flashes a smile. He want that Sole can talk about it, and it just so happens that he can.

Gage : “It's time we made our way back to Nuka-World!”

“You’re not seriously thinking of giving up the Commonwealth to this monster?”

“I ain't just flappin' my gums, I mean it, I say it, and I damn well do it. And so do you, boss.”

Sole may struggle and protest, but Porter drag them outside the complex and doesn’t let go of them for a second as long as they are not far, very far on the road, too far to think to turn heels.

MacCready : "400 caps, now."

Sole laughs awkwardly. In overly tense situations, it's always their friend's first reaction. It's not that he truly means it; it's just a reflex to slack the tension.

"1000 if you shoot him down."

"Point, I shoot."

The battle is long, but Sole is quick and a little rat like Mac has learnt to live in the toughest of circumstances. Mighty's thunderstorms reverberate for quite awhile in the room that appears far too small, but each single shot succeeds.

Sole would never have wanted anyone else to fight a monster like that then the sniper with them.

Nick Valentine : "You will live long and prosper, kiddo."

Sole doesn't grasp what Nick is saying to them until they feel their friend's arm close on them and push them out of the room. They rush on the massive iron door, but it appears that the detective has stuck it from the inside. They use every feasible and imaginable method to force the entry as time tickle, as last resort placing dynamite on it.

When the dust settles down, they return to the now-quiet room. The monster is miraculously shot down, ripped piece by piece from his armor, but Sole could say the same for their best friend.

They fall to their knees in front the extinct synth, bitter tears streaming down their cheeks.

Piper : "Alright, I get it. I may have come across as someone on the hunt for the biggest story of the century, but you, you understand that a journalist must stay alive to bring it, right?"

"So go deliver your news, I must stop this monster from making headlines tomorrow."

Piper appears outraged.

"What, you think I'm just gonna abandon you here?"

"I intend to return this thing to its ancestors…"

"I ain't too certain he's got any ancestors, Blue."

"Run away!"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!”

The two companions have run out of time to converse. The monster is now on the bridge, and they don't have any more time to spare. They must fight. And Piper will fight until the last end.

Preston : "That's exactly what the Minutemen are all about."

"Wait, are you going to tell me that you anticipated such a calamity?"

Preston sighed with disappointment.

"No, not exactly, but there is strength in unity, and it is by working united that we will overcome this monster."

"You and what army?"

"You and I."

"I already knew you had one square left by naming me General, but do you really think we can get through this?"

Preston turns to face Sole and places his hands on their shoulders, staring them down.

"Faith, Sole. Faith has the power to perform miracles. Have faith in us as I do in you."

Anyway, they don't have a choice. Preston's naive faith has truly brought them far, and even if Sole wonders if it hasn't gone too far, they will not back down. The General and Colonel raise their laser muskets, ready to fight to the conclusion.

Strong : "Ah! "Puny human led me to a real fight!"

"Uh…it wasn't really on the agenda…"

It's too late. Strong, the big and proud warrior, had already stormed the monster. Sole brings their most powerful weapon to take him out.

X6-88 : "What course of action do you plan to employ in order to neutralize this potential hazard to your safety?"

"Aren't you the bodyguard?"

"I entrust my faith in your combat acumen to extricate us from this unfavorable predicament."

"That's when we understand what's wrong with the Institute."

"Are you suggesting that we pursue this adversary?"

"I suggest we find a way to eliminate it."

"It would be more efficient to analyze it in order to identify its vulnerabilities."

"But go ahead and do it, my friend! Check out his flaws. I'll make a note of them and learn how to use them."

"This is a wise strategy to ensure your survival."

"I'm kidding! This method will not guarantee your survival!"

X6-88 appears perplexed.

“My personal survival is of lesser importance compared to the preservation of the future director of—

 “SHOOT!”

[broifoundher]

Kara Zor-El x g!p Kryptonian reader (Part 2)

(Part 1)

How long has it been? Months surely! And considering that it’s been so long since I wrote the first part, I owe you all probably pages and pages in return for your kindness and love. But unfortunately, I don’t have that. I just have what I just wrote today and it only results in this really short amount. Yet, I really hope you enjoy it, because I’m never sure of what I do and how it ends up.

Quick reminder that English isn’t my first language, I’m not a writer, I don’t own the characters, I do this to share my creativity with others that have aligning interests with mine in hopes that it participates in quelling your hunger for stories, also I do not post regularly nor in a recurrent timeframe…

You gasped awake like you had been suffocating. Everything was vague, memory as well as sight.

What had happened? Where were you? How did you get here? And why the hell Phantom was it still hard to breathe?

You groaned and another question was added to the bunch : Why did it ache so much?

You gripped your head in one hand and used the other to swat away the accumulation of liquid in your eyes.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get your thoughts and flashing memories in order. Just as much as your body was uncooperative to what you wanted it to do. You struggled to get your breathing under control and body to stop shaking.

You groaned again as a wave of pain struck your chest which had you reflexively grip at it. And that was when you realized you had something sticking to yourself.

Panic settled quickly into you at the unfamiliar strings that were attached to your chest and torso so you ripped them off without second thoughts, almost falling over as your body still felt benumbed despite the successful motion.

That was when your hearing cleared up, allowing you to drastically hear the high pitched and continuous sound that came from whatever thing was attached to you. Annoyed, your fist swung over, smashing into it.

Though it didn’t offer too much comfort for your ears.

And though so very painfully so, you had regained your hearing, but your other senses were still dull. Leaving your sight blurry.

You looked up in surprise when you felt something touch your shoulder, only to see a blurry silhouette. Confused and scared, you reached for it and slammed it against the ground. You heard a grunt and the sound of something breaking. And then, as an alarm that you were sure would render you deaf sounded, you searched for an escape despite your low visibility.

With blurry sight, you manoeuvred frantically away from the shouting and sound of footsteps. Sometimes colliding into walls that broke under your weight. Fumbling around due to your lack of coordination. But as you bulldozed your way through, it became easier to move forward. And at the first sign of an exit, you took the jump, not hearing any shouts or footsteps coming from there.

And just like that, you braced for gravity to pull you down a few floors, but the sinking feeling of falling never came. And when you opened your eyes, you found yourself floating.

You didn’t have time to grasp your head around what was happening as you heard shouts and you knew you didn’t have time to stand—, or rather float— around.

… TIME SKIP …

As your head pondered with a bunch of questions and whereas your mind tried navigating through them, the realization that someone was talking to you ended up startling you more than it should’ve.

Yet, it couldn’t be helped. You were deeply disoriented.

And with your vision being once more obscured by the sweat dripping into your eyes, it only fed into your confusion.

“[Where am I?]” You breathed out to the shadowy figure. You blinked a few times to try to clear your eyes and you noticed the individual was much smaller than you.

It looked at you with curious eyes and made a noise you had never heard. So, you thought, a language barrier, how unlucky…

…

[camprell-art]

So Mimi was originally behaved like an animal before she was found by the count? If yes then poor baby

Yeah :o In the story I made for her she was created to replace the daughter of the witch, who was murdered by the villagers by mistake (well, it wasn't really a mistake because in the end I think they hurt her more by murdering her only daughter than they would ever do by burning her alive).

But anyways, Mimi was non verbal, her body was strangely cold, and she couldn't control her powers really well, so every time she tried mimicking the girl's appearance she would fail, the results of this failure is how she look in that drawing, with the long dark green hair, green skin with the black spots in her neck, hands and feet, and black eyes and teeth with glowing white pupils.

In the start, the witch was very patient when trying to make Mimi learn how to use her powers, but with time she got frustrated, depressed and became too tired to wait for Mimi to become the daughter that she was sure that would be irreplaceable.

In anger and sadness she now thought of revenge, and if Mimi couldn't be her daughter she would be the weapon with which she would destroy the people who took her most precious treasure and that's how True Mimi became a thing, but the woman didn't have too much time, her house was once again attacked, the villagers finally finding her, and now she didn't have a way to escape her destiny, as in that night, she would be stabbed and burned like her daughter did, leaving Mimi in the cold basement with her creator's blood dripping from the room above.

She stayed there for a very long time, thinking that someday the woman would return, even if she was treated as a failure and a weapon, she hoped she wouldn't be alone forever, but time passed, and nothing but animals entered that house for what seemed like an eternity, and Mimi quickly started to hunt them, that being her only food source, she didn't really need to eat, however her experience with the witch had taught her that it was necessary in some way, and it did feel good too, so it was something that became part of her life.

Much time later she finally had another experience with humans, which sadly was not positive, adventurous people heard about the legend of the witch and they were really curious to see if it was true, so in an cold afternoon they entered the house, plants had overgrown, there were bones from dead animals everywhere and all the furniture was damaged in some way, from scratching and mold or completely broken.

What really caught their attention was the old blood in the wooden floor, even more curious now they wondered what had spilled that blood, they assumed that if the animal bones had something to do with it the thing that killed them probably lived there.

And as if they were in a horror movie, some noises started being made, it was fast enough to be a rat, but was too loud to be one, if the thing had paws it totally had big claws, and soon the sound had started to get close, too close, they were hoping to find a big animal, but what they were seeing was a girl, a really strange one.

Her confusion was clear, and she seemed so scared but at the same time a different glow brightened her dark eyes, she tried to get close to the men, who, frightened by her unusual appearance, branded their swords, threatening to kill her.

She quickly understood what they were trying to do and in seconds her frail neck snapped, her face got disturbingly distorted and spider legs burst from the thin torso, leaving the body dangling from them, the men rushed to the exit, knowing that they had messed with the wrong animal or whatever was that thing, but she was faster than them, and one by one they were followed, thrown to the ground and stabbed by her sharp legs.

With their disappearance new legends were created, and from time to time other people decided to go to the house, hoping to slay the creature and "save humanity from the monster", some escaped, some died, but Mimi stayed there, her only company being the bones of her prey and her collection of forgotten objects.

But not forever because the Count and Nassy find her :)

I hope you like this text, it wasn't planned at all, I just kept writing and writing, the intention was just to explain why she behaved like an animal but it's basically because that's the only thing she sees for like, a millennium.

[well-dressedwords]

Lingering questions: LBFaD

Siming:

While she has some very important lines and roles in the show, the thing I’m left thinking about is how Chengheng thought it would go if he ever did get together with Xiao Lanhua. I mean, was he just going to continue letting her think her master was more interested in roaming the mortal realm than visiting Xiao Lanhua? Was he going to reveal that she’d been locked up with her (awesome) dragon husband? 

How was he thinking that would go? There’s no way Xiao Lanhua would be content with her master being exiled. Though I’m sure she’d forgive him as her character has forgiven worse. 

And what were the shitty emperor’s thoughts here? I’m curious if he just exiled her as quickly and thoughtlessly as he does everyone else, but Siming has an important role?!? And even if Xiao Lanhua is doing a great job as her disciple, if you lose her (which he certainly didn’t spare a thought for  when he was about to spear her), who is going to do the job? 

Is this lack of forethought or lack of care? I almost wish there was a more nefarious reason behind leaving Xiao Lanhua to do the job by herself - she can be intimidated by the higher immortals to do what they want (at least in their minds). 

Consequences of defying fate:

If we go with the straightforward, defying fate = death, which I’ve seen posited somewhere, then Xiao Lan Hua’s death was both the ultimate love sacrifice and also the result of changing Changheng’s fate book (which was only possible also because of love.). That would also account for Chidi Nuzi’s death sacrifice (for bringing Rong Hao back to life), Dongfang’s death for meddling with Xiao Lanhua/Xiyun’s fate book, Rong Hao’s death for screwing with Chidi’s, and potentially even Danyin’s death in the mortal realm for trying to prevent Changheng destiny from happening. I am curious if Siming allowing all these fates to be changed (specifically Rong Hao’s and Xiao Lanhua’s) resulted in her facing any consequences as well? Or does it take direct action for the punishment to kick in? She reminds me a bit of Yuuko in xxxHOLiC, not allowed to truly intervene but giving just enough help to people so they can change fate. 

There’s the flip side - that of the prophecy. “That those who are able to see it are the ones who can make it happen” - Danyin is the major player for making it possible for Changheng to go to the mortal realm and get married to Xiao Lanhua, and even for exposing Xiao Lanhua’s true identity to the Fairy court so that Changheng’s life is spared so they can later have the wedding procession. 

Obviously, Dongfang has his contribution in that, too. 

Unresolved or unused plot lines:

What happened to Danyin and Jieli’s father? Did he manage to turn himself in? Was he later released? 

How many other cross couples have there been, if even a high immortal fairy managed to secretly have kids with a Moon tribe woman? How did he explain where Danyin came from in the first place?? At least his wife could make up a story (if she’d needed to) of being abandoned by her lover. I don’t think the reverse would hold water?

Are Siming and Changyuan released from exile/ finally exit themselves after all this goes down? I know in the novel at least they get to reunite with Xiao Lanhua when Dongfang Qingcang is reviving her, but that’s not how the drama plotline went. I just want her foster mom to dote on her again and let Xiao Lanhua have one other person she can be herself with! 

Also, Siming and Changyuan’s two kids. Personal headcannon is they already have the kids, but Siming was putting them safely behind a ward when Dongfang Qingcang and Changheng visited. If they had 1,000 years of exile together, at some point they probably decided kids might be a fun way to relieve the boredom. 

The fact that we don’t get any Danyin and Xunfeng interaction (in terms of romance) is so sad. Xunfeng needs to be flipped on his head by love just like his brother was, and Danyin deserves to finally have a requited love. 

Shangque and Jieli’s resolution - would’ve liked to see more about that. 

When does Lord Dong come out of seclusion and punish/strip his oldest son of his powers and position? And if that doesn’t happen, can the rest of the rational high immortals take him down? 

If Xiao Lanhua spends her 500 years of waiting in Cangyan Hai, surely she and Xunfeng get to talk and reconcile/forgive. It would be hilarious to see Xunfeng bumbling through trying to befriend his sister-in-law while handling the chaos of 100,000 men returning to their domain. 

Also, with 100,000 men back home, can you imagine the population boom in the following years? Those are real political problems of supply and demand to figure out! Would love to see someone explore that in fic, honestly. Xunfeng is probably longing for the day his brother returns!