#I really wanted to go on the field trip... :c

[madokasblogg]

Since Homura is here, Homura, about that anon that said to bring Madoka to Kamihama, don’t listen to it. I’m sure you’ve been told that the mysterious and dangerous organization, “The Wings of Magius” are there.

Anyway Madoka, don’t go to Kamihama. It’s too dangerous. A group of evil Magical Girls are there so stay as far as possible. I’m sure Kyoko’s fought some already and she has told Sayaka that they’re dangerous.

oh.. ok wait

are they a magical girl gang????

[gallaghersgal]

first misses || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem!reader

warnings & tags: no warnings! fluff, fluff, and more fluff. first kiss scenario. giving carmen the sweet innocent childhood moments he deserves. growing apart but finding each other again <33

a/n: thank u to worm for the idea, and to the tumblr baddie collective for cheering me on! my first FULL length carmy fic, and my first work over 1k in ... actual years i think.

wc: 1.3k

Carmen never liked wearing glasses. they fogged up too often, or slipped down the bridge of his nose. and one time, when he was eleven years old, they just about ruined his life.

You were the prettiest girl in the fifth grade, a Chicago transplant, and the apple of every little boy's eye. But you only had eyes for one Carmen Berzatto. The day you made him hold your hand to cross the street on the field trip to the art museum, he knew he couldn't let summer roll around without telling you how he felt. But Mikey teased him, and Sugar tried her best but her advice sounded too motherly, so Carmen was left to plot for himself.

He still remembers that day, the last day of fifth grade. The pretty gingham dress with the little bow you wore—your Dorothy dress, as you called it—and your hair tied up to play field games with the other kids waiting at pickup. He had tugged you behind the bleachers with nervous, sweaty palms, thankful that you didn't notice or at the very least held back any comments.

"I wanna kiss you," he blurted out, cheeks turning pink at the admission. "C-Can i kiss you?"

You looked down at your feet for a minute, tennis shoe toe digging into the gravel, before you looked up at him. "Um, sure!" you grinned shyly, and Carmen felt like his world was skidding to a halt right then and there. "I've never kissed anyone before. like, on the lips?"

"I-I h-haven't either," he stammered, his face going pale with nerves. His hands began to shake when you stepped up closer.

"That's okay, I think it's easy."

You held out your hand until Carmen took it, then closed your eyes to lean in. He couldn't help but stare curiously, and the moment unfolded before his eyes. Before you could kiss him, your brow ran right into the wireframe of his glasses. You pulled back, a little startled, one eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, 'm s-sorry," he said nervously, watching as you scrunch your nose in concentration. Before he knew what was happening you'd leaned in again. Your lips barely brushed his, those stupid glasses still in the way, but it was a kiss. It counted.

You pulled back with a wide grin, "there! Now we had our first kiss!"

Carmen wanted to say something, he really did. Maybe ask to sign your yearbook, or if you’d want to come see a movie with him, but the teacher was calling your name. You had to leave. You had to leave, and Carmen didn't know if he'd see you at all, for the whole summer. His little heart ached at the thought of not seeing your smile. Not hearing your laugh. Missing the way you always smelled like strawberries and vanilla from your little hand sanitizer, the one he always asked to borrow after recess.

But at that moment you were standing in front of him, with that same pretty grin, and throwing your arms around him for a quick hug. You turned to leave, then turned back, just to surprise him with a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Bye Carmy! Have a good summer!" you said, before running off.

And Carmen just stood there, awestruck.

Sure, he saw you again the next year, but a lot happened that summer. The transition to middle school was a big one, you weren't in any classes together, and year by year the two of you grew apart until Carmen was halfway across the country and you were nothing but a memory.

He didn't see you again until, god, at least thirteen years later. He wasn't sure how long it had been. He wasn't even sure how he'd managed to bump into you. But a few hours and a coffee later you'd given him your number. And that night you'd texted him; would you wanna go out, like on a date? i couldn't bring myself to ask you face to face. but i think it would be nice. just lmk :)

And it was nice. you wore a dress that looked amazing against your skin, and he got to finally tell you how pretty you were, after all the years of silence. After the days spent sketching you in the margins of his notebooks, peering at you from across the cafeteria, and showing up to football games just to get a glimpse of you with your friends. You looked beautiful as ever, and he made sure to tell you. 

“Y’know, I always thought you were so pretty” he mumbled, sounding reverent as he stood outside your apartment door. Your back was against your door, hands not even bothering with pushing it open. 

“That’s really sweet, Carmy,” you whispered. One hand raised up to touch his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. His cheeks were tinted a soft pink, that same lovely color you’d see when you were young. The one you’d crack jokes, give lingering glances, and throw compliments his way just to see. 

Carmen’s eyes fluttered closed, like he was committing your image to memory. Maybe he was. 

“Do you remember the last day of fifth grade?” you asked cautiously, waiting for him to open his eyes before continuing. “When we kissed under the bleachers?” His embarrassment was written across his face, cheeks flushed and eyes cast down to the floor. You took one curl by the side of his face around your finger, twirled it into a perfect little spiral just to let it go again. Patiently, you waited for him to speak.

“Y-Yeah, yeah. I remember,” he replied with a quiet laugh. “I went home and begged my mom not to make me wear glasses anymore. As if she could’ve done anything about my shitty eyesight,” he added with a scoff.

“Hm. Well, I mean, I guess it worked. You got contacts, yeah? Or are you just blind as a bat?” you asked, and brought your eyes up to meet his own. “Do you wanna try again?” You tacked the last sentence on, almost like an afterthought, afraid if you took too much time to think on it you’d chicken out entirely. 

Carmen grinned, and you swore it was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Not the tight lipped smile he often wore in photos, no, this was all teeth and sparkling eyes and joy. Like the kid under the bleachers all those years ago. 

“Bats, uhm, they- they aren’t,” he stammered, his hands shaking as they held on to your hips. “Common mistake, see, they’ve actually got-”

“Carmen,” you interrupted softly. He only hummed in response, a soft affirmative noise that let you know he wanted this too. As if the way he looked at you could’ve been interpreted any other way. “Just kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips were soft–if not a little chapped, but you didn’t mind–when they finally brushed yours, this time with no pesky glasses in the way. One of his hands moved up to the back of your neck, cradling you there.

To call the moment bliss would’ve been an understatement. 

When Carmen finally pulled away from you his eyes remained closed, soaking up the moment, afraid he’d look again to find it was all a dream. A dream he’d had over and over, each night as he drifted off. The sweet girl he’d once known, finally in his arms again.

When his blue eyes finally made their reappearance you were staring at him, analyzing his expression as one finger twirled around that same little curl. “You should come inside,” you told him, and he winced slightly. 

“I-I, don’t wanna fuck it up. Don't wanna rush... this,” he admitted breathlessly, to which you shook your head.

“Nothing like that. Just, don’t wanna stop talking to you,” you explained, showing your intentions were to take this slow. To learn him again, or, was it for the first time? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his smile, as he nodded and followed you inside.

end.

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[11cupids-tarot11]

Late night conversations with your future spouse.

1 -> 2

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Pile 1- Four of coins, The hierophant in reverse, The world, Eight of swords, The sun, Queen of wands, Five of cups.

You guys will talk about the future a lot! You guys will like talking about planning, how to save more or trips, dream vacations. Just your dream life together.

This is a moment when both of you can be in pure silence even and just enjoy each other's company, you both could have busy schedules so making time for each other might be a little rough, but at night time it's y'all little bonding moment basically.

I'm hearing something about not having to really use your brain as much lol. Maybe someone works in a field that requires them to think a lot or it's very mentally challenging or even draining so they get to finally be at rest as well, the conversations will always be light hearted and just lots of laughter and child-like energy here because neither of you really want to take this moment that serious. I'm also seeing you guys could opt for doing other activities instead of talking, like watching a movie and for some of you your person took it to a 18+ level lol.

You guys will really like to talk about how much you want to explore together, where you want to go, I think this person wants to give you the world so you'll be thinking this is just random playful talk but he'll bring it up again when the moment is right to make these dreams and talks come to life!

If you guys have had a bad or gloomy day they'll wanna talk about it so they don't feel so stuck in bad energy, they really don't want to carry it on till the next day so they'd rather talk and get all of the negative things out of the way so you both can sleep peacefully.

You both love talking to each other a lot, about everything and there's no judgement here, you guys could even fall asleep mid way sometimes because I'm seeing you one of you will be so tired (I think it's definitely from a tiring job or schedule, weekday nights will be a lot different than weekend's, weekend will definitely be longer, you guys will talk more or do more activities together because that's y'all's little bonding time! Cute 🥹.

Your person will love hearing about your day! They'll want you to tell them about everything you did. They're definitely the type to ask how your day was, they genuinely care too, they're not asking just to make conversation they'll really want you to go into details! They'll want to emotionally support you through thick and thin.

Random, but someone has a six pack? They might be shirtless a lot too lmao.

You guys will definitely use this as a moment as well to talk about anything within the relationship that you want to work on, I don't think your person appreciates toxicity so they try to eliminate as much as possible, if there is a problem or they've noticed you've been grumpy all day they'll want to discuss in details before bed, this person really hates going to sleep with low vibrations not only for themselves but for the both of you, they think you both deserve a happy good night's sleep! Adorable! 🩵

I hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to do the poll at the bottom and I'll see you later! 💖

Pile 2- Four of wands, Ten of cups reversed, Knight of cups, The tower reversed, Three of coins and The wheel of fortune.

So this person is kinda dramatic lol. I think by the end of the day they're really tired and some days aren't able to stay up like they wish. They say they feel like a zombie some days :(

They'll still be very expressive with you, they'll explain this. They don't want you to think they're making up excuses or don't want to spend time with you or anything. I'm seeing this might be part of the late night conversation, they'll tell you exactly how they're feeling and why. This is only for certain days, it will not always be like this energy.

I think your person's kinda flirty though? Like they're keep you laughing for sure, they have a lot of passion and just like to be near you at night! You guys could end up just cuddling and sitting in silence without even realizing you're both falling asleep. It's very comfortable energy, you'll feel so good cuddling up with this person you guys might just forget about the conversation at hand and drift off, freaking adorable!

This person loves how calm everything feels with you at night, everything's peaceful and they can just relax and let loose, sleep to their hearts content. I think this pile just might really like sleeping? There could've been a thing one of you had trouble sleeping before getting together, it could just be your person's energy but take it how it resonates!! But now whoever had trouble sleeping before can sleep so peacefully so it's their favorite thing to do, you guys can't wait to get in bed to get all nice and warm and get a good night's sleep.

Maybe they'll ask you questions about what you did all day, they'll check up on you, use this as a time to get insight on you I'm hearing.

They'll want to tell you about the wacky things that happened to them out of the blue, if something funny, crazy or even slightly out of normal happens they just have to tell you! They'll gossip a lot, tell you everything! Like best friends at a sleepover.

I hope you enjoyed!! Don't forget to do the poll below, see you soon! 💕

[zhvakinnn]

They accidentally injured their s/o

Warnings: angst to fluff?

Character's: Logan,Aiden,ben

Pt2: Tyler, Taylor, Ashlyn

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Logan fields

He didn't mean to

He was in a panic he didn't notice you running there

He didn't mean to shot you

We only have 9 minutes before we wake up

Logan ran up to you and started to panic so he drag you to the bus

As he drag you he kept his eyes on you while you hold him

The others saw you and him so they ran the same path and try being quiet so no phantom can follow them

Once they got there logan is trying to stop the blood by a cloth

He kept mumbling I'm sorry while you stare blankly in the ceiling and coughing up blood but you're still alive your holding his other arm

Ben put him aside and starting to heal you when ben took out the bullet in you're chest you can hear someone is vomiting

You're eye sight is starting to blur

Then

You jolted from the sound of the alarm clock when you say up properly you can feel the sting in your chest

When you got up and go to the bad room the door was suddenly bust open you check who it was and it revealed

Its logan

"i know i should probably knock in your door i didn't mean to but are you ok i didn't mean to do that iwasjustinapanicididntnoticeyourunningthereimsosorry I'm sorry-"

His words stop when you hugged him and hush him that your ok you're still alive

"I'm really really sorry does it sting?"

He said while sobbing

You nodded and just hugged you and kissed your forehead not a moment later your mother went upstairs only to see you two hugging and smiled

"(name), Logan you're bothe late for school"

Oh shit..

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Aiden Clark

He was so reckless he didn't notice you're there he was only joking around

All fun and games ti'll he saw you falling from a window

His eyes are widen, he accidentally pushed you

He didn't waste no time he ran down the stairs and he tripped when he got down he knew phantoms Heard him and so are you because when he was going down he heard a loud thud

When he got there he flashed the phantom that was near you with a flash light

He saw you unconscious

'no no no no no'

He thought to himself as he hold you, you were bleeding so much mostly in your head

He thought you were dead till you gasp and sat down coughing

He pat your back and whisper I'm sorry while holding you

"are you ok?, are you feeling dizzy?, can you stand up?, can you hear me?"

You nodded not being able to speak in the moment

"oh c'mon i miss your smile"

You said weakly creasing his cheeks he holds you tightly while you whine that it hurts

"I'm sorry i didn't mean to squeeze you like that"

He said while chuckling

"now that's what I like to see"

You said while having a small smile

You hugged him like there's no tomorrow

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Ben Clark

If only he spoke

If only he scream

Yet no words came from his mouth

He watch you getting drag by a phantom

He can hear you're scream he wanted to run towards you he wanted to save you

He ran as fast as he could to save you

He needed you but once he got there he saw you getting biten by it he heard you're crying voice

He attack the phantom while you're arm is still on its mouth

You can hear and feel you're arm is gonna pop

Ben tried to pull it by the head only for you to scream more

He had nothing in him no flashlight, no weapon

Then he saw your hand with a bat he wanted to speak but some of him is closing his mouth

But he doesn't want to see you suffer you're already crying

"(name)!...gi...give me the b-bat!"

He said while struggling you gave him the bat but now you can feel your bones crushed when he started to beat the shit out of the phantom

You're whole arm was torn off

You scream and scream and cried he finally killed the phantom but when he looked at you you have no arm

His eyes are widen and went to you quickly his mind starting to panic he can see you crying he ripped part of his shirt and covered your arm

He finally patch you up and you guys were on the bus

"looks like i only have one arm to use in realm"

He holds you tightly

"i love you, please don't leave me.."

You smiled happy to hear his voice hugging him more

"i love you too.."

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[mhahaikyuus]

Cold

tags:; bakugo x reader, bakugo being a jerk, sensitive reader, established relationship, mild angst to fluff, cute ending

“I just don’t understand why. I can tolerate you kissing and hugging me, but you have to take my clothes too?” Your boyfriend Bakugo complained staring at his closet after doing his laundry. 

You looked up from your phone sprawled out on his bed. 

“What?” Thinking you misheard him. 

“It’s a bit much don’t you think? It’s enough with the affection but you gotta take my clothes too?” He groaned.

“I’m…your girlfriend.” You said slowly confused at his words 

He glared at you, “Yes I know.” 

“You really have a problem with that?”  Bringing your knees up and together to talk to him with your full attention. 

“Yes.” 

“Okay sorry I’ll work on it.” You said with pressed lips. 

You spent a couple more hours hanging out before leaving. 

Coming home you went into your closet and pulled out all the clothes he had given you. Throwing them all in the laundry to give to him tomorrow. 

You came into homeroom before class with a bag in your hand. Coming over to his head you leaned down to give him a kiss before freezing. 

I can tolerate the kissing and hugging

Bakugo frowned at your stiffness, “What’s wrong with you?” 

You straightened up almost robotically. “Nothing. Good morning.” Holding out the bag to him. 

“What’s this?” His brow folded with narrowed eyes taking it from you. A habit of his to not let you carry anything in his presence.

“Your stuff. Washed and dried.” You said with a small smile and sitting back down as Aizawa started with his lesson. Bakugo was shocked you actually gave him his clothes back. 

Lunchtime rolled around and you were in the courtyard. It was turning into fall from a hot summer. One of the first chilly days of the year. And your uniform was not cutting it. The short skirt and shirt did nothing to keep the chill out of your bones. You crossed your arms and leaned into your stomach trying to fight off the cold. Bakugo side eyed you as you tried to talk but your teeth began to chatter. “Are you okay?” 

You nodded “yeah I’m fine. What were you saying about your new training regime.” Trying to distract you both from how uncomfortable you are. 

“Here take it.” He said unzipping his jacket and you shook your head. “It’s fine I’m about to go inside anyway.” In a rush picking up your tray and leaving. 

Bakugo sighed at you being so fidgety and uncomfortable with him. He knew it. He was too mean last night, he should’ve asked nicely. 

Spending the rest of the day inside you were fine. Bakugo came over to walk you. 

“Let me walk you back.” You nodded with a smile looking at his hands but quickly averting your eyes. It wasn’t a good idea to hold hands. 

You walked beside him your arms crossed over as you both enjoyed the air. 

“Are you cold?” He sideeyed you wanting you to admit it and not be stubborn. 

“A little but we’re almost there.” You said 

Feeling the goosebumps on your ice cold skin. You could feel your boyfriends eyes on you but you ignored them. 

“Are you sure?” He asked again 

“Yeah Kats.” 

He was at your door ready to get his daily cuddles and to be loved. 

You stood at the door way, “Okay I’ll see you around.” Giving your boyfriend a fist bump and sliding into your door with a crack. 

Bakugo blinked at the closed door in front of him. “What the hell was that?” He grumbled staring for two seconds before slumping off. 

The next day you woke up and pulled out a light jacket for the field trip day you were having. 

You loaded onto the bus in the early morning fog half asleep. Yawning and scrubbing your eyes you didn’t even notice who sat next to you. Stepping over your legs to get the window seat. 

Cracking an eye open you noticed it was your boyfriend. 

“Hi,” you said in a sleepy voice to him. Almost leaning on his shoulder but you stiffened once again. 

“Im sorry.” You muttered changing your neck to the other side at an uncomfortable angle. Making sure your legs and hands weren’t touching. 

He stared at you for a moment. 

You couldn’t even lay your head on his shoulder for a long bus trip?

Katsuki waited until your breathing changes into a deep sleep and gently moved your head onto his shoulder. Kissing the top of your head. 

You woke up as the bus pulled to a stop and felt his muscular shoulder under your head. For a moment you relaxed before straightening up again. 

You blinked the sleep out of your eyes and averted them guiltily not wanting to see your boyfriend upset. muttering a small “Sorry” and getting out of your seat to sit next to one of your friends. Seemed like sorry was the only word you knew today. 

The white fog and moisture in the air made daybreak ice cold as everyone unloaded from the bus. The breath leaving your lips coming out in a mist and your eyelashes wet. Your arms crossed over your chest and your neck tucked into your chest. The light jacket you had not nearly enough for the freezing cold morning. Rocking on your heels half asleep just focusing on compressing yourself to conserve as much heat as possible within the crowd of classmates. 

Bakugo watched you shiver in your thin outfit not even paying attention to the pro hero’s giving a speech about the training exercise. 

When the hero called for a break he shrugged off his hoodie without a second thought and pushed your head in through the widened neckline. 

You blinked in surprise at the heavy clothing draped on your shoulders. 

“What’s this?” You said confused looking at your neck but not making any movement to put it on. 

“You’re cold.” He stated the obvious. 

“I know? I’ll be fine. I don’t need your jacket.” You insisted pulling it off but Bakugo grabbed your wrists with a frown. 

“You are cold. You are wearing my jacket.” He said 

“No I’m okay. I’ll forget I’m wearing it and won’t give it back. Remember I said I was working on that because it bothers you when I wear your clothes,” you gently reminded your visibly upset boyfriend. 

He looked frustrated as you explained and took off the hoodie and pushed it back in his arms. 

Katsuki opened and closed his mouth with anger in his eyes. 

“No, I didn’t-“ 

A classmate waved you over and you turned your head to respond cutting him off. 

“Okay bye I’ll see you later,” you said goodbye with no move to give him your usual quick kiss or hug. He waited for you to turn around with a joking smile to get a kiss but you never turned around. 

He was grumpy since you left. Sulking at the fact that you were cold and because he opened his big mouth you said no. He liked taking care of you and didn’t like seeing you uncomfortable. 

And now you didn’t kiss or hug him to say hi, when you wanted attention, or to give sweet goodbyes. 

A fist bump yesterday and you were too distracted this time to give him attention he silently craved. 

He was distracted during the exercise watching you talk animatedly to your partner and bouncing on your soles to distract from the cold.

At a break Katsuki came over to linger around you. You turned around to see him hovering. 

“Hi,” you gave a small smile at your agitated boyfriend. Outwardly he just looked his usual self but you could tell something else was going on. He stood close to you and the instinct to wrap your arms around his waist and lean on him was heavy on your mind. But you kept your hands to yourself and smiled up at him. Just happy to be around him even if he didn’t want you to touch him. 

Unknown to you Katsuki wanted a hug but he never initiated physical contact. Just standing close to you hoping you got the hint. 

“Do you need something?” You asked 

“No..I…never mind.” 

You nodded in an awkward silence knowing he was acting weird but letting it go. 

“You’re still cold.” He blurted at you 

“Uh…yeah I am. What do you want for lunch?” You asked.

“Then why won’t you take my jacket.” He stared at you like you were stupid.

“Because it is a problem that I take your clothes and it upsets you.” You said slowly.

“Yeah I got mad once but it doesn’t matter. But you’re not even touching me or acting normal.” 

“I am normal. You being upset does matter to me.” You said confused 

“Okay and I appreciate that baby. But what type of boyfriend would I be to have you freezing your ass off when I have a jacket.” He complained trying to get you to take the jacket but you just stared at him. 

“A good boyfriend who just likes to have his clothes and doesn’t want me to be clingy. There’s nothing wrong with that” You reassured but Bakugo only sulked more. 

“You said you tolerate my physical touch. I didn’t know I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry.” You said softly feeling the guilt that had been weighing on you since that night.

Bakugo felt his heart drop at your apologetic words, in no world had you ever made him uncomfortable and you were apologizing when he was in the wrong.

“If you don’t put this on I’ll manhandle you into it.” he threatened 

You laughed and he raised his eyebrows as if it wasn’t a joke. 

He pulled you into bear hug into his chest as you gave a small yelp at his quick action. 

Bakugo kissed the top of your head rubbing your arms with his large hands. “You’re freezing babydoll.” Into your scalp. 

“You’re being nice? Why?” You said muffled into his chest feeling how warm he is. Radiating heat like a warm oven into your icy blood. He ignored your question.

“And youre very warm.” You said 

“And you’re freezing. Your hands are like ice.” He said above you.

“I just didn’t want to upset you. You don’t like when I touch you or take your clothes.” 

He sighed, “You’re too good for me. I was being a dick the other night.” 

You laughed at his words not disagreeing , “Can I hug you back please.” You said cautiously looking up at him. 

He grabbed your arms and put them around his torso before zipping up his jacket.

You pushed up on your toes giving him a kiss. 

“Aizawa is going to kill us.” You muttered noticing the group had left both of you behind.

“Yeah but don’t worry I’ll protect you.” He said 

[retiredkat]

Great interview with Eric Bogosian

Vulture article

Eric Bogosian Would Get Naked for Interview With the Vampire 10:31 A.M.

Daniel Molloy is a fictional two-time Pulitzer Prize winner, bullshitometer, and sass-kitten, an aging journalist holding his own among monsters while conducting the titular Q&A at the heart of Interview With the Vampire. With clear-eyed wit and a dash of human vulnerability, Eric Bogosian gives Molloy a distinctly Anthony Bourdain–ish edge infused with notes of his own acerbic Talk Radio character Barry Champlain. In Anne Rice’s book and the movie that followed, Daniel Molloy is a cub reporter trembling over his tape deck. But in Rolin Jones’s brilliant AMC adaptation, which just wrapped up its second season, this isn’t Molloy’s first twirl around the vampire hoedown. The conversation takes place 50 years after that first interview ended in blood, gore, and sexual frustration (Luke Brandon Field plays the younger Molloy in flashbacks, including this season’s standout episode five). Now Molloy’s seen it all, has a loaded past with these vamps, and when he trembles, it’s from Parkinson’s, rarely nerves. Molloy’s the audience surrogate, cutting through Louis (Jacob Anderson) and Armand’s (Assad Zaman) competing narratives while ultimately shipping Loustat just like the rest of us.

This delicate dynamic got slammed into a concrete wall and lit on fire (complimentary) in the final minutes of the season-two finale, when Molloy was revealed to have been turned into a vampire by Armand, breaking the ancient vampire’s centuries-long incel streak. And boy, is it a reveal, with a cocky Molloy, riding high on his best-selling book, whipping off his sunglasses at night to reveal color-changing eyes while doing mental walkie-talkie with Louis. He’s even got a sick leather jacket to really hammer home that he’s a cool bad-boy vampire now. It’s an incredibly fun beat to leave this character on and opens up a world of season-three possibilities for Bogosian as a performer who, at 71, has always wanted to play a vampire.

Do you know how weird it is to be hitting record on my MacBook right now to interview you about playing a character who’s always hitting record on his MacBook to interview people?

It’s all weird to me. I’m from another century, so all these things are new to me.

This is suspiciously sounding more and more like an interview with a vampire by the minute! Which makes sense, considering where we last saw Daniel in the finale.

Since we have multiple narratives and jump around in time already, I don’t know where things are going. Personally, I’d love to see more of young Daniel, Luke Brandon Field. I think he’s terrific. I’d love to see more Claudia. I wonder whether vampires can time travel. I think they can move around in time. I’m not sure how much Anne Rice you’ve read, but Merrick can actually bring people back from the dead, so you never know.

What was your relationship to the books when you signed on to this show?

In the mid-’70s, when Interview With the Vampire came out, I was 20-something and reading that stuff and I loved it. Then I got distracted by life. When we started doing the show, I was going to read the first one again, but then I realized that the script and my character were quite different, so I thought, I better stick to the script.

However, I needed to know what happened next, so I started plowing through the books and it was amazing. The Vampire Lestat was a trip — that’s what they’ll be hitting next — and they just got trippier and trippier. I just finished the seventh, which puts all the stories together. I love Anne Rice because her imagination is completely unfettered and she plays with really deep themes in a way that’s not heavy. It’s not like you’re reading Ayn Rand; it’s more like Stephen King. She explores death in the guise of these vampires by asking, Oh yeah, you wanna be immortal? Here’s what immortal looks like.

I’ve always been a big fan of vamps. I lobbied Francis Ford Coppola to get a part in his Dracula in the ’90s. I guess I wasn’t a big star, so I couldn’t get a part in it, but he was nice about it and invited me to set. I’ve told this story in other interviews, but my wife was directing a play in Chicago, which, totally by coincidence, was written by one of our first-year writers. On the plane there, I was thinking about life, thinking, I’ve done so many things. What’s left? And I thought, Man, I still really want to play a vampire. And when I landed, I got a phone call: “Do you want to be on Interview With the Vampire?” At the time, it wasn’t like, “You’re going to be a vampire,” but I figured vampire-adjacent was good enough. And of course, it evolved, and as I got on set, Assad was explaining all of these things that were going to happen with my character. Sometimes I didn’t even want to hear about it because we never know what’s going to happen. There have been slight detours off the main story, particularly with my character.

What were those things you didn’t want to hear about your character that Assad was talking about?

I become, you know, under his spell in later stories, and there’s a whole relationship that goes on between us. I’m not entirely clear at this point how that’s going to shake out or if it’s going to shake out. I didn’t necessarily want to go waltzing into something where they were making me do anything weird or awkward or embarrassing to no particular end. I’ve done nudity and stuff like that a long time ago, and at 71, I’m not really big on getting naked and sexy onscreen.

However, having been around the genius of Rolin Jones for two years, whatever he wants to do, I’ll do it. When you’re around a master like this, it becomes a process of discovery. When I’m learning my lines it’s like, Oh, this is 3-D chess. There’s a lot going on here that I didn’t see the first time I read it. When I first got this job, I thought I was just going to be doing bookends every episode, like, “So, tell me the story,” and then it would be vampires the whole time, and at the end I’d be like, “Hmmm!” And then, “stay tuned for the next episode!” But Rolin had this idea from the beginning and it went deeper and deeper until it was insane by the end of the second season.

I would prefer not to be playing cliché. Sometimes I’m playing something that feels like a lot of other things I’ve done. Even in the service of a show that is terrific, like Succession or Billions, the things I’m doing on those shows are not things I’ve never done before. As a friend of mine said when I was doing Under Siege 2 with Steven Seagal 1,000 years ago, “They just want you to do that Eric thing you do.” My stage stuff is about being very big and very loud, and a lot of the stuff I do on-camera is like in Uncut Gems, being very angry and very broad. But this thing, particularly in the fifth episode, and going into the end — I have to go places that I’ve never gone as an actor before. The subtlety of episode five, where I am brought to tears, that’s new stuff for me, and I was really happy to do it. Not only working with Rolin and the directors but with everybody. The writers bring a lot of sensitivity, a lot of nuance to every scene.

I need to ask if you’ve seen this: Someone from the writers’ room tweeted a picture of a note card that was on the wall for episode five and it just says, “MOLLOY ASKS ABOUT 1973: DID WE FUCK?”

I love that beat. As much as I’m known for my verbosity, I love reaction stuff, too. Jacob and I are very in sync, and we’ve developed a good relationship. He’s not holding back, he’s not being cagey, and that allows you to trust the other person a lot. You’d be amazed how some actors … are actually not good actors. They’re thinking about what they look like and all this crap. Jacob can’t be thinking about what he looks like because sometimes he looks really nasty. He’s letting the emotions build out of him. And yet he’s always very adept at sculpting what he’s doing. It’s a great company. I never work with Sam, I just see him all the time on set, but that scene in the courtroom, and the scene in New Orleans … where’s that shit coming from? The emotion is wild.

You all have incredible chemistry with each other, too. Knowing where your character might go with Armand, or what other buried history may or may not also be between them, how do you play that dynamic?

In scripted narratives, you’ve just got to play what the script is doing and let the audience try to figure out the rest of it. On Succession, I worked with Sarah Snook, and her character was never clear until the end. They were making it very hard to figure out what she was thinking. And I don’t know that she always knew herself what she was thinking. She was playing the script.

There are a lot of ways to look at it, and ask, What’s really going on here? Much of it is the audience putting it together. They hear the lines, they see my face, and an older actor’s face kind of has a narrative built into it. All of it gets put together, and what you don’t know becomes fodder for your imagination.

And this audience has quite the imagination.

I’ve never been through this experience before, exploring where the audience is at. I’m reading a lot of the blogs, and they make a science out of it. Rolin gives them all they can eat in terms of details and Easter eggs that are blended into the story. I think like 30 percent of our audience is really familiar with the books, so they’re constantly checking back and forth between Anne Rice’s story and ours. So far, Rolin’s been scoring pretty well in terms of being consistent with the original material.

But again, Daniel is a whole different ball of wax. The Armand thing is interesting, because it goes into all kinds of fascinating realms far away and weird. I had to get out history books and start reading about ancient Kyiv.

The fans aren’t even just pulling from the books; I’ve seen some draw comparisons from your work like Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll. They’re finding all these crazy parallels.

That I haven’t seen. The character in this show and me in real life have a lot of parallels. Just imagine young Daniel in the show, that was my life. The funny thing is when I used to write and perform these monologues, in my mind they didn’t have anything to do with me. And then last year, Andre Royo, who played Bubs on The Wire, did one of my shows, Drinking in America, onstage. This was the first time that I’ve watched my own solo show, and he did a great job. I started to understand the biographical aspects of these monologues. It isn’t until afterward that I can look at it and go, Oh right, this is about that. Rolin told me that they were always thinking of me for this role. He didn’t know me, so this was coming out of his enthusiasm for a movie I did 700 years ago, Talk Radio with Oliver Stone. That was based on a play I wrote for myself. What I write about has to do with a certain kind of narcissistic personality, which seems to be the theme of this TV show — they’re all narcissists in one way or another.

I’m fascinated by my character. In episode five, when he’s in San Francisco, he’s kind of a loser. That’s what Armand says: “You might as well die right now. Where’s your life going?” And yet Daniel has two Pulitzer Prizes by the time he’s an older guy. What is that about? I would almost not believe it except that it happened to me. I was leading a really dissolute life in the late ’70s into the early ’80s. I didn’t win a Pulitzer, but I was nominated in 1987 and continued to be, I guess, “successful.” So it makes sense that it happens to Daniel. But you can also ask, What motivates this? It’s a way of fighting against the world or maintaining your sanity.

I think I’ll continue to play with the push-pull of this guy if I continue with the show. In San Francisco, he says, “Make me a vampire.” Later in Dubai, he says, “No, I don’t want it, because I’ll outlive my children.” He’s going back and forth. Of course, what we don’t see in the last episode is how did he become a vamp? Did he say, “Yeah, I want to do it?” Or did he get drunk with Armand one night and when he wasn’t looking, he became a vampire? I guess we’ll find out.

I’m sure it’s the subject of dozens of fan fictions already.

I’ve gotten so close with Assad. We’ve enjoyed spending a lot of time with each other. But when he gets on set, he turns into a different person. That’s some evil shit going on there. The way he ends up in that last episode, kind of smashed, he put everything into that. It’s a lot of fun. I never got into this business to do anything other than make believe and pretend. I feel more whole when I’m being somebody else than when I’m my own self, so the more deeply we can pretend when we’re making the show, the more deeply we can get into all of this, the higher I get from it. And when you’ve got guys like this who are ready to fly, I want to go flying with them.

I know you said you don’t really know what’s happening next season, but I look forward to your vampire adventures.

Rolin keeps sending me notes saying we’re gonna have an amazing time when we start shooting again. I can’t wait. It’s just that there’s a whole formal process of how this goes, and I’m waiting for my engraved invitation from the King of AMC to say “welcome back.”

[nowayspidey]

The beetle x The spider.

(Peter Parker x Male!Reader!blue beetle.)

Your ass was on fire. Literally. Burning sensation all over your back along with a throbbing pain that only intensified more and more as soon as you got to the room. Or better said; fell on the room, rolling on the cold floor. Chest rising and falling with no signs of stopping a frantic breathing. Or maybe because Peter let go of you to run and close all the windows in the apartment.

'What's all that sound?' A feminine voice followed Peter steps as he returned with a panicked expression to the room, standing next to you.

That's when you experienced one of the most embarrassing moments in front of your mother-in-law's figure. Peter had slipped the suit off his body, and you.... almost the same. Peter was in his boxers while your's were revealed on the part of your butt. You had gotten up and were on your back checking for injuries. Peter's hand hit your back, catching your attention.

"WHAT?!?!" You snapped angrily.

And yes, you were angry with him. But your anger had blinded you the fact that you were showing your ass to May Parker and Happy Hogan who were now standing at the door-room frame.

'What's going on....? (M/n)..? Can you-- can both of youput on some clothes right now and explain to us what's going on?'

'Yes. May.' Both of you said in unision.

'I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing that beetle embedded in your back (M/c).' Happy had an expression between disgust and curiosity.

'I know. It's unpleasant. But she's sensitive so let's try not to say it out loud.'

But nevertheless, you spoke again first.

'Peter decided to trust a complete stranger on the trip to Italy and NOW after trying to kill us, he revealed our identities!'

'(M/c)!' Peter hissed. He had heard your complaints since you boarded Happy's jet in that tulip field that day on the netherlands.

The two of you had a complicated "relationship."

'Just telling the truth.' You answered, almost eating him with your eyes as you remembered everything that happened in Italy and London.

You spat out the words like venom as you dressed in blue pajama pants and a Hello Kitty shirt you found in Peter's closet.

Helicopters surrounded the building. You ran to the living room in your Hello Kitty pajamas to find every news channel the revelation that Quentin Beck had recorded.

'This is bad. Really bad.' You murmured.

'This is a shithole.' The voice of the beetle responded.

'Yes it is.' You ran a hand through your hair.

Authors note: i know i took a looong break from writing. But im better (mentally) now and back on trying to write more m/c fics!♡

This is a small series i have planned base on no way home movie x blue beetle movie!!! Also, If you want jaime reyes fics you can drop request at my box ;)

[miffysstash]

eddsworld | tom/reader SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Tom is moderately affectionate, he’ll hold your hand in public and will hold you behind closed doors. He doesn’t like PDA in general because he thinks it should only be seen between the both of you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Tom would like a best friend who’s chill, someone who he can be himself around whether it be a day he’s just not in the mood for anything or he’s just as enthusiastic as the others. The friendship would start with Tom meeting you through the internet on a music blog, eventually talking almost every day to the point you flew to see him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Tom likes cuddles! He’s more laid-back when it comes to them, for example, he’ll just sit next to you and have you rest your head on his shoulder and just expect you not to question it. Tom almost always has you in his arms, but once in a while on a bad day, if you really ask him, you’ll be able to hold him in return.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Tom actually doesn’t mind at all the idea of settling down with you, before he met you the idea of getting married and living a domestic life didn’t appeal to him whatsoever. His cooking is alright, nothing special (he can make full meals though) but he might need some help to be on top of cleaning.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would send a text saying ‘It’s over.’ with no other context, and block your number. Expect him to be at the bar more often afterwards as well as drunken phone calls.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Tom’s already committed enough to have asked you to marry him, but he’s in no rush to get married. Not in an ‘oh in case I don’t want this’ kind of way but in an ‘I wanna savor every moment of our marriage journey’ kind of way.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Tom is surprisingly very gentle. He almost always takes your emotions into consideration and never forces you to do anything you don’t want to. If you don’t want to go on a roller coaster with the rest of the group? That’s cool, he’ll wait with you the entire time and get you a candy floss in the meantime. Are you feeling upset that day because of something that happened at work? That’s lame, he’ll verbally assault your boss with you as you lay your head in his lap. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Tom’s ok with hugs, he’ll absolutely take them if you offer one but he rarely hugs you by his own accord. He prefers relaxed cuddles, one of his arms wrapping around you while he reads a book in the other. If he does hug you? His hugs are very long, you know something is the matter whenever he hugs you as he only does the warm act when he’s upset or glad to see you. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He actually said ‘I love you’ before you had even started dating, in a drunken haze, you both decided to go to the local park late at night after a bar trip. Laughing and joking about your lives, passing each other a bottle as you sat on an open field when all of a sudden Tom blurts out ‘I love you.’ Of course, he told you he was just drunk and said something stupid if you brought it up. Into your relationship, however? He drops the L-bomb once in a while.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I don’t see Tom getting jealous very often, of course, he has his moments when he sees others staring at you for an inappropriate amount of time but all he does is glare at the person and they’ll be on their way. If they don’t stop staring, he’ll excuse himself from you and approach them himself, telling them off. He also can’t help but be jealous whenever Tord interacts with you, especially if he decides to flirt with you. Tom will pull you away from him and pull you into his room where he can cool down with you in his arms. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are long but sweet, almost like he never wants to separate from you. His favorite places to kiss you are your lips and your neck, pressing loving trails along the sensitive skin, making you shudder which in turn makes him want to kiss you more. He likes to be kissed on the lips, you standing on your toes just to kiss him (even though he’s the shortest of his friends), he can’t help but chuckle at your prolonged effort. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Out of the four, he’s the best with children. He doesn’t get bothered by the screaming and crying whenever you two go out in public so he automatically wins. He can also go along with whatever they say, supporting them in the “adventures” that they tell him about. “Oh yeah, you saw a fairy? Cool kid, let’s go find it.” He doesn’t really care if you both have kids or not, if you want some? Cool. If you don’t? Cool. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Tom is NOT a morning person, so mornings are usually spent in his or your bed. His arms lazily wrapped around you as he softly mumbles in his sleep. You can never tell what he’s saying but the soft ineligible words are soothing and you now can’t fall asleep without them. When he finally wakes up, your morning is kind of like a married couple’s morning where you both get ready together while talking about whatever drifts into your minds. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are much different than mornings as Tom contradicts his mornings by being a night owl. They’re super chill as you both can talk for hours as Tom practices a few chords on Susan or you both watch TV while cuddling on the couch. Tom could talk to you for hours, about what? He doesn’t care, especially when you ramble because he can look at you passionately as you talk about something you enjoy/are interested in. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Tom doesn’t reveal anything right away, it takes him time to start being open with you and even then it’s very limited during your friendship. He’s very slow with being open but eventually, he’ll start revealing things deep into your romantic relationship, stuff like what happened with his parents and the alcohol intake.  

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Besides with Tord, he’s an incredibly patient person. He’s so used to his friends being crazy and idiots that nothing really bothers him anymore. He rarely gets angry around or with you, except when someone is actively bothering you where he gets more frustrated and annoyed than anything. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the basic stuff about you like your likes and dislikes, but especially your taste in music. He even makes playlists for you based on your favorites and will listen to them on his own time. BEWARE IF YOU GIVE THIS MAN YOUR SPOTIFY! He saves all your saved playlists to his own and will tease you with them as he plays them outloud in his room. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment in your relationship was definitely the first time the both of you kissed, he had taken you to an underground concert where one of your favorite indie bands was playing and you two spent the entire night hand in hand while they played up on stage. Eventually, the show ended and you two sat on a bench outside the building and eventually kissed, your arms wrapped around each other as the night air filled with the chirp of crickets and faint sounds of cars rolling by. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Tom can be protective when someone is making you uncomfortable, but all he does is pull you away from the situation or tell them off himself in a private setting so you won’t be embarrassed. He’s also protective sometimes around Tord, but will lay off if he leaves the both of you alone. He would think it’s not necessary to protect him as he wouldn’t ever look at somebody else but he can’t help but smile and chuckle if you protect him. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in average effort, of course, he makes sure to take you out to do things you like and gets you small things here and there that remind him of you (your apartment is full of little trinkets he’s bought you here and there). On anniversaries, he begrudgingly gets help from the others to make sure he gets everything right. With everyday tasks, he tries to at least help you as much as he can.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Tom’s sometimes too sarcastic for his own good. He has his moments where he can be just as ridiculous as the other three but he’s often off to the side, making sarcastic witty remarks, and sometimes goes too far with you. He doesn’t realize he’s insulting you until he hears from his friends how upset you are in the other room. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s not too concerned, he knows what he likes with his checkered shit. He also uses stuff like hair gel and cologne from time to time but mainly cleans up on dates, although he always has a bit of stubble on his chin. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, he loves you, of course, but Tom doesn’t feel incomplete without you. He doesn’t view it as healthy to rely on you to complete him. When you're married, however, he couldn't imagine life without you. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

A while into your relationship, he’ll let you touch Susan and practice a few chords on her. That’s his sign of total trust and commitment to you. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Tom would not like someone who is downright mean and hateful, especially to his friends. He may not act like it, but Tom truly has a big heart. His friends mean the world to him and to see someone who doesn’t respect him throws him off immediately. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Like I said, Tom is a night owl. He stays up mostly all night whether it be practicing on Susan, watching TV and drinking, or just talking with either his friends or you. When it comes time to sleep, he wraps his arms around you and lays your head on his chest. Sure, he doesn’t need you to fall asleep but you being there makes it a hell-of-a lot easier.

[sincericida]

hii hey !! i hope you’re having a good night :)) i love your blog and all the stuff you post, you also seem so lovely in general :)

sorry to bother you just i saw this ask about angsty fic recs you replied to and i was wondering since life isn’t going good atm and today suck if you had like any adoring tasm!peter fic recs? like him just being the crazy in love doting worshiping boyfriend we all love ? not like comfort fic, just him being needy and touchy and or like protective and a tiny bit possessive

okay that last part got outta hand a little sorry i just really want to smile today :C

Awwwww thank you, and good that you like my little corner! 🥰

Well, about the fluffy fics, I’ll leave here some of my favorite fluffy & smut & swag fanfics. Maybe you know some of them (if not all), but still, have fun!

"Secret Ingredient", "Lightning Bugs" "Blackout", "Thick and Thin" by @ficthots

"Happiness: and Other Frightening Concepts" by @rancidpancakebatter

"Glad You’re Home", "Field Trips-Not Just Educational", "Can I borrow your height?", "An Intruder (of sorts)" by @withahappyrefrain

"Peter to ice skating", "Peter Parker confesses his love" by @forever-rogue

"YOUR BIGGEST FAN" by @starpdfs

"Baby, don’t make me spell it out for you" by @p3mybeloved

"Wonderfully Bizarre (Mob! Peter Parker)" by @reidslovely

"YOUR GIRL- P.B PARKER", "STUDY BUDDY" by @lanadelreyscokewhor3

The "Symbiote: Mini Series" by @mrshipsmcgee

"Prototype" by @warrenwrites

"Daylight" by @webslingingslasher

"MOON RIVER" by @scorpiomother

"August slipped away" by @peterthepark

"Horror Night" by @forest-fics

"The Tour" by @literaila

"Four drinks I'm wasted" by @mortwig

"Claiming what is mine again" by @frost-queen

"'Til Kingdom Come" by @pedrito-friskito

"Warm Shower and Soft Kisses" by @bitchyycapricorn

"Committed to the Cause" by @ofbluesandyellows

The "Florence" Masterlist by @periprose

If you know of other fics of the genre, repose and value the writers of Tumblr. ❤️

[lokisgoodgirl]

Bow to Me: Quivering [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (16) Loki's archery lesson unlocks an ominous promise. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Wankst. Language. "Friends" w/ benefits. Jealousy.

It was a short, hellish trip to the archery field with Loki riding the black stallion. Trees whirred past as you clung on for dear life, the medieval veil plastered to the side of your face. “Do we really need to go this fast-fuckkk Loki…” you yelled, covering your eyes before Loki’s seidr melted a thick tree branch hanging in your path. You could hear him chuckling infuriatingly beside you, enjoying every second of your torment as the force of motion whipped his wild hair. “Always!” he shouted against the wind.

He pulled you tighter against his chest. Long strands of wolf hide tickled the delicate skin beneath your eyes as you braced against him; turned away from seemingly imminent death. You winced as the string of the bow slung over his shoulders pressed into your lip, cursing the god who refused to make anything fucking easy. Mercifully, the horse began to slow. Loki’s fingers tugged the leather reigns, soothing noises from his lips making his chest vibrate. The horse slowed to a light trot. “It seems as though you will be spared my tutelage at present, Agent.” he cooed mockingly, nudging his nose against the curve of your cheekbone. You looked around, dazed as your blurred vision settled on the line of targets set up at the edge of the field. And standing in front of them – Amanda. The shareholder woman? What the fuck is she doing here? You thought, as Loki brought the ebony steed to a stop. His fingers wrapped around your waist, decamping you in an unceremonious slide down the flank. You landed with a shaky thud, vaguely aware of the god swinging a leg over and gracefully dismounting with a devilish smile. “My Lady.” he purred, sinking to one knee as she approached. She extended a hand with a giggle, draped sleeves of a medieval gown similar to yours accentuating the flourish. You grimaced as he gently pulled it towards him, placing his lips lightly on her skin. His eyes flickered up to meet hers. You knew how hypnotic that look could be. Although granted, you’d usually experienced the view from between your legs. “I heard you were taking the archery, and well...I couldn’t resist the chance to be taught by a real life god.” she twittered, saccharine tone making you want to punch her in the face. “The early bird gets the worm and all that…” she cackled shrilly, making you wince again. Loki beamed. “Good Lady, it would be my pleasure.” he enunciated, ensuring that every syllable was loaded with the weight his innuendo commanded. “Oh my god…” you muttered scathingly under your breath, taking the opportunity to straighten out the fold of your skirts. You turned towards the horse, patting his head as Loki rose to his full height out the corner of your eye. The horse stamped twice, batting it's long lashes. “Wait by the white line over there. Take the ash bow, please.” he instructed softly to Amanda. You heard her hum thoughtfully. “The light coloured one.” Loki purred to her, before turning towards you. You could almost hear the shit-eating smirk spreading across his face. You watched Amanda sashay further into the field, the unmistakable swing of her hips making it obvious she was still nursing her infatuation with Loki. I can’t blame her, you thought; sucking in your cheeks. But still.

“How fortunate for you not to have the arduous task of breaking me in for the guests.” Loki smarmed to your side, giving the ebony steed two short claps on the neck. The position meant he loomed behind you, curls of his tousled hair falling over your temple. “Although I’m sure you were looking forward to me teaching you a thing or two. Perhaps afterwards. Amanda comes first, I’m afraid.”

Loki snapped his fingers, making a small stool appear to his side. The wood was smooth, a beautifully rich mahogany glowing in the sun like freshly melted chocolate. “You couldn’t conjur something with a back?” you huffed, making him laugh softly. Without another word, he began to stride towards the woman shuffling fifty paces away, her hand falling and re-attaching to her hip nervously as she tried to look unphased. You knew the feeling. Although you hoped you were better at hiding it.

You watched as Loki charmed the VIP through the basics of placement, loading arrows and the like. The chime of their flirtatious laughter made you wince. He was being sweet. Urgh, it made you feel ill.

She’s one of Stark’s biggest shareholders, he’s just giving her special treatment it’s not..it’s fine. Who cares, not me. You realised the force of your teeth grinding together was making your head hurt.

Amanda wasn’t a natural, that much was clear. Either that or she isn’t paying attention, you noted; as another arrow tumbled to the ground. “Oops.” you heard her giggle, as Loki descended in a low squat. His thick thighs made an inverted V, bursting against the tight leather as he gazed sluttishly up to her above the collar of that ridiculous fur jacket. Even from this distance, you could feel the heat of her desperate stare lingering on his cock through the aged material. It would be bulging at that angle, the soft weight straining against every centimetre of available space. She probably thinks he’s got a semi, but he won’t. It’s just big, you thought. Or hell, maybe he does.

What was it that irked you? Seeing the flat of his palm sinking into the curve of her waist? Fingertips creasing against the fabric gathered at her hip as he pulled her closer into position? The gravitation of his lips towards her ear, whispering praise as she pulled back the string past her cheek? The realisation that quite possibly, he had never cared at all. Just like you had wanted.

The thud of an arrow hitting the target made you jump. Amanda squealed, throwing an arm around Loki’s neck with the other holding the bow outstretched. A broad smile was plastered on his face, his eyes running to her lips and back to her eyes. You grimaced. See? It’s not a you-thing. If the bosses wouldn’t flip their shit, he’d probably be shagging her on the grass right now. The intrusive thought made a flood of nausea roll in your belly. Shit.

“Agent, you’re up.” Loki called firmly, tinged with amusement. Amanda’s display. He couldn’t have planned it better himself. The walk towards him seemed to take forever, a secretive smile from your unwitting rival as you passed her making your stomach flip. Loki stood with his arms resting on the bow, anchored on the ground. He looked so fucking smug in that ridiculously erotic jacket. Arsehole, you thought; cursing yourself.

“I don’t need your help.” you scoffed, as he handed you the bow. “Don’t you?” he replied with mock innocence, reaching behind him to produce a finely crafted arrow. The end was a feather you had never seen before, a lush deep green which seemed to shimmer in the light. You hadn’t noticed the quiver slung across his back, a thick leather strap tight against the wolf’s pelt. You sighed, taking it and slotting it into the hold. You drew the arrow back and let it fly; hoping to god you weren’t rusty.

With a pathetic tap, it pierced the wicker edge of the target board. Fuck. “Mmm.” Loki hummed smugly, fastening his hands behind his back.

“I was distracted. You’re putting too much pressure on me.” you muttered, flustered. Loki chuckled. “Too much pressure? I hardly think so, considering your occupation.” he drawled, brows slanted in expectation as he lowered his chin. “Perhaps it is my presence that is making you uneasy. Do you have an unfortunate build up of tension, Agent? As I recall, you didn’t climax on our last encounter.” “Yeah that was pretty rude, actually.” you said, lining up another shot. “I was rude?” Loki snarled incredulously. “You have a very selective memory.” There was silence as you adjusted your aim with an empty bow, squeezing one eye shut. “No, no no-” Loki huffed, pressing the hand holding the bow down. “Clearly you need a firm hand to deliver the only kind of motivation you seem to respond to.”

Loki’s tunic was suddenly flush to your back, the spikes of wolf hide poking through the satin of your dress. His large hand covered yours, gripping the bow; fingers clasping around your own. The other slid over your hip, feeling down the muscle of your forearm taut with tension. “Your aim runs high, Agent.” he smouldered. “You need to lower yourself.” Loki’s hand left your waist, and you felt your heart drop. He reached behind him to the battered leather quiver slung across his back, pulling out another arrow with unbearable slowness. You could hear the scrape of metal on dried skin as it slid from the holster. He guided the point of your bow down several inches, his sharp cheekbone snug against the back of your head. “The arrow will find its way to the target if you simply give in to the chaos, and trust me.” You exhaled sharply through gritted teeth. “I was aiming in the right-” “-Trust me, Agent” Loki repeated calmly, cutting you off. “You were not.” You pursed your lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of further debate. “Now...pull your arm back” he murmured, “and set your thumb against that pretty jaw.” His hand guided yours, feeling the base of your thumb slot against your cheekbone. “Harder. Nice and tight.” he murmured. You complied, reluctantly. “That’s it.” Loki praised darkly, letting his fingers graze up your bicep and up to the point of your elbow. You could feel him tense forward, the flat expanse of harsh muscle exposed at the neckline of his tunic pressing between your shoulder-blades. Loki shifted his stance, legs widening behind you. At the new angle, you could feel his cock hardening furiously against the curve of your ass; pressing tightly into the soft flesh through the leather pants. Instinctively, you pushed your rear against him; desperate to feel it. Pathetic, you thought; as your eyelids fluttered shut.

He growled, lips brushing the shallow of your cheekbone as he observed your refreshed aim; not acknowledging the pillar of furiously hard cock between you. Loki’s words were scratching, like sandpaper scraped over tarmac. “I know that you are in love with me, Agent.” he purred, “and I will have you admit it.” He sucked your earlobe between his teeth as your tensed arm began to quiver. “Come on, you got this!” Amanda cheered loudly beside the horse across the field. The horse stamped, shaking its head. You’d forgotten she was even there. Loki smirked against your cheek, the scratch of his fur lapel making the exposed skin on the nape of your neck tingle. “I will have you swallow your pride and concede that your heart belongs to me. I would hear you beg for me, on your knees – if the moment takes you.” A violent shiver rolled down your spine. “I’m bored of your games, Loki.” you murmured shakily, closing one eye as you tried to regain concentration from the groan of utter desire building in your throat. His breath was hot against your neck, crashing against your goose-fleshed skin like waves at a seawall. You began to raise the bow, but the god pushed your wrist down. “Nonsense.” he purred casually, retreating his fingers over the sliver of your exposed collarbone, brushing a strand of hair back as he went. Your shoulder-blades squeezed together. “I would have you bow to me. I would have you beg me...” he murmured, thrusting his hips gently against your ass. “for...release.” On command, you let the arrow fly. It soared through the air in a perfect, lethal line - piercing the target with a loud thwack. “Better.” Loki whispered huskily, his smirk audible. Frantic, muted claps from Amanda peppered the air. She was really laying it on thick.

Loki backed away from you as you lowered the bow. He beckoned Amanda with a wave. “I must take care of something.” he muttered. “Watch the civilian, would you?” You gaped, as he waved his hand; making the flap of a small tent to the side of the field fly open on his approach. 'I would have you beg me'. You frowned, seeing him disappear behind the garish fabric. “Just us girls then?” Amanda quipped with an air of disappointment, coming up beside you. “Just us girls, for now.” you repeated with a strained smile, loading another arrow. “He’ll be back. He always is, unfortunately.”

Loki braced a hand against the pole at the centre of the tent. Red and white striped fabric rustled, the walls billowing slightly against a gust. The colours gave a soft hue to the air as he steadied his breathing. Steadied the thump of his heart. She isn’t breaking, he thought. He slid his forearm down the pole, wolf-fur catching against the grain. With a sigh, he rested his back against it. Of all the creatures in all the realms that he could become infatuated with, by the Norns why was it one so insufferably irritating? He closed his eyes, hearing the thump of an arrow hitting the target followed by a low rumble of disapproval. Loki frowned.

You hadn’t followed his advice. But you would. Resting his head back against the hard wood, he felt the pulse of hot blood tight in his leathers. Fuck, he was so fucking hard. Always, with her. Like a dog. Or a wolf. He smirked. He ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it behind his ears as he heard the light chatter of your stilted conversation. Five minutes. They wouldn’t miss him for five minutes. She loves me, he thought. That much was obvious. And it wasn’t just her thoughts. All his senses were heightened when it came to her. He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of her neck, the rush of desire which throbbed between her legs. The twisting in her stomach as she fought against her desires. Her scent, by the gods. When he was near, every pore on that radiant skin oozed a pheromone designed to drive him to base insanity. Tentatively, he unbuckled the thick leather belt cinched around his waist; letting it fall quietly to the grass. He untied the laces at the crotch of his trousers, each grating slide of the strings seeming louder than anything else in the world. A shaky breath shuddered the air as he slid the tight leather trousers past his hipbones before squeezing a hand inside. It caught on his public hair, making him wince. Loki gripped his straining cock, letting it bounce free with a sigh of relief. Fuck. His back arched against the pole as he began to stroke, a jolt of his knees making him widen his legs. The crotch of his lowered trousers stretched ominously at the top of his thighs, leather creaking against the force of his brace. The wolf-fur sleeve brushed against his skin with every slide of his palm, reminding him of your hair as you sucked him off with your talented mouth. Fuckkk, he thought; tightening his grip. Loki’s velvet skin relented easily beneath a practised touch, the beads of pre-cum forming at his thick tip the only lubrication he wanted today. He wanted it rough. To imagine fucking you on the ground outside, skirts splayed around your hips as you groaned your filthy, undying love for him. Yes, today – he wanted to burn. Another juddering sigh snaked past his lips as his thumb slid against the ridges of his shaft. Every vein, every bulge of tissue, every tug of his foreskin setting him further alight. He gritted his teeth, chin pointed to the high centre of the tent as his fist pumped in punishing rhythm. Behind his eyelids, the memory of the crease in your forehead as his manhood inched inside you filled his mind. Gods, how he loved filling you to breaking point. With his cock. With his seed. With his raw, animalistic power reserved only for you. The moans you made, the utter sexual devastation he caused you. Loki’s thighs quivered, the pop of muscle as they strained making him growl. Quiet you fool, he chided; reluctantly slowing his strokes. He thrust in waves against his hand, each clench of his fingers on the upswing making his brow furrow deeper. His thumb rolled his thin foreskin over the wet glans in time with his hips, a low groan of pleasure building in his chest as the scent of your perfume grew stronger in his nostrils. It clung there, like the rest of you clung in his thoughts; dark and moreish overtones of violet wafting in tendrils. Loki grit his teeth, stifling a cry as he slid his fist down to the base; squeezing the hard girth. His free hand gripped a quivering thigh, digging his nails in to stifle his moans. How he wanted you. All of you. How he wanted you to want him. Truly want him.

The spasms in his legs were closer together now, electric flinches of pleasure jolting beneath taut skin. The leather around his hips hung open sluttishly, the proud rise of his cock punctuated by the messy slip of his hand with every shallow breath. Yes, yes… ”Yes…” he groaned quietly, feeling his balls tighten. A hundred memories of your hostile fucks filled his mind, overloading the space behind his eyelids in quick succession. The way you moaned his name in frustration as he edged you, the hatred and longing in every spit of derision when he was buried to the hilt inside your perfect cunt. All the ways he could deliver you from your binds of propriety and professionalism, making the very earth you called home quake beneath your feet. How he rendered you incoherent when he came undone inside your slippery pussy. How he ascended to another plane which your climax tightened around him. Slick and warm and wet and perfect. It was he who owned your heart. So why would you not relent? His frantic mind settled on the motel room, months ago. He had seen how your eyes smouldered as he appeared in his biker clothes from dalliances decades before on this ridiculous planet – he knew they would come in useful again some day. Loki sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as his pace quickened, chasing release. The way you had pulled his ragged t-shirt towards you in a violent kiss. The way your eyes widened as you saw his newly pierced cock bounce free in your grip, how you groaned like a virgin when the metal pushed past your little pretty slit to Valhalla beyond.

“Gods…” Loki growled quietly, fucking himself to oblivion; the lurid thrill of the clandestine wank heightening every sensation. Strands of hair fell across his brow from the punishment, moist with a thin sheen of sweat. The wolf fur hung splayed open at his chest, the clench of his stomach muscles tightening with every licentiously slippery pump of his hand. His knees began to buckle, feeling himself slide down the pole beneath quivering thighs. Whitened knuckles clenched around his cock, a silent scream rumbling in his chest as he barely registered your polite laugh beyond the tent. Why must she be this way, he mused somewhere inside the dark haze of lust. Why must she resist herself? Resist me? His head fell back, hair tugging painfully as strands stuck to the rough wood sliding behind his head. Loki’s knees hit the ground with a soft thump. He fell forwards, the touch of grass beneath his free palm doing nothing to dampen the feral need to fuck. The image that flashed through your wandering mind earlier of Loki mounting you from behind against an oak tree. Norns it was all he could do to restrain himself from ripping the bodice from your curves and taking you against the nearest food cart. In your head, his cheekbones were set in smouldering malice as he brought the leather belt down on your supple ass between messy thrusts. Fuck, yes; he groaned internally; jaw clenching. He would be gentle. At first. He would mould himself against your body, skirts pushed to the side as he rutted into you to the hilt; deep and firm and slow. Just the way you liked it. One hand would wield the belt, the other would hold your wrists together above your head. He would press the delicate skin to the rough bark; dirty grunts falling heavily into the foliage beneath your feet as you moaned his name.

Dirty girl. What a filthy whore she is for me. Loki’s lips parted, shallow pants peppering the close air in the tent. It was warmer now, drops of condensation forming on the roof. Such a good girl for everyone else. But such a hateful slut for her god.

The sides of his open jacket hung past his ribs as he swayed on his hands and knees, wolf fur feeling damp against the hot skin beneath. Like a dog, he thought again. A rabid hound. Loki’s fingers had never left his cock, the punishing pace making his toes curl inside his thick boots as he knelt with knees spread on the ground. What is she feeling now, I wonder; he mused while rolling a slick thumb over the aching head, pulling his foreskin forward and back with brutish force. Pearls of his seed were following in quick succession from the plump tip pointed to the ground, gathered by every swipe of his hand with a singular focus. Cum. He could hear your voice strained with the effort of being Amanda’s companion just outside. How close were you? Ten? Fifteen meters? What would you think if you saw him like this? On his hands and knees like a submissive waiting for the lash of a paddle. Mercilessly fucking himself to the thought of you, teeth bared like an animal. He tried to focus. Jolts of overwhelming pleasure rolled in his loins as he began to come undone; sinking into the veil of your currently bubbling emotions like a warm bath. My chest against her back. Biting her earlobe, she liked that. She can’t stop herself. She misses my tongue between her legs, eating her out like a feral, starving wol- Loki whimpered, biting his lip to stifle the coming storm. He was going to cum so hard. The perfect spurt to decorate the mounds of infuriatingly sensual cleavage rising from your bodice which had taunted him since he walked in on you and Thor together. Would you run a finger along the curve of your breast after he came over you with a roar, gathering him? Would you look him dead in the eye with that irritatingly smug stare while you sucked it clean, a condescending moan mocking his unquenchable desire for you? Of course she fucking would, Loki thought with a silent snarl. The god’s mouth hung open, his tongue curling as dark brows knitted together. The coil inside him was wound tight, relief unbearably close as he tried desperately not to thunder your name. Messy tendrils swung by his cheekbones, the heat of sex and desperation making his thighs tremble. There would be deep dents in the grass beneath his knees. Loki was sure of that. The arm steadied to the ground began to twitch, fingers grasping at the lush blades beneath. Muscles in his forearms strained beneath the jacket, the flinch making him wobble against the hot friction of his hand. His need for you was unbearable. Loki’s hips thrust forward with every smooth pump of his fist, edging himself closer to release. In his mind he could see you spread beneath him, hair fanned around you head with your back arched as you tried to swallow more of his girth inside your little cunt. Despite your protestations, you couldn’t get enough. You loved it. And he loved it. And he loved y- He raised his head, seeing your shadow dance on the other side of the bright fabric. Eyebrows slanted, he suddenly wondered if you would come if he called; if you would respond to a strangled cry of help bleating from his lips.

Weak; you would think him weak. And that was something Loki could not abide. And why he would not break first, not after all the times before. He lowered his head again, cheeks puffing with every pregnant shallow pant that threatened to betray his base desires. Long strands of wolf fur stuck to his wet lips. The strain was unbearable. A crushing weight of utter, feral lust charging through his very core like wildfire. He could feel hot, heavy cum beginning to build; his palm tightly curled to the traitorous column of flesh between his legs. How he craved you. And how he loathed it. ‘I hate you, Loki Laufeyson’ your husky voice echoed in his memory, as he tumbled over the edge. He knew what you had meant. He had always known. And it was driving him to the brink. How long he could hold it back, protect himself, resist you...he knew not. But this would be his final attempt, it had to be. Loki’s forehead furrowed in a silent scream of pained bliss, jaw slack as his eyelids squeezed uncomfortably tight. He could feel his throat widen; teeth bared, back arching upwards as the bicep holding his weight shook. The god’s fingers dug into the dirt beneath the grass, raking deep beneath it like butter. With three ferocious strokes, he stilled at the thick root on the fourth. Hot cum exploded over his curled fist, splattering on the fresh grass below his naval from his angry cock. He let out a dying, staggered sigh, strangled against the need for secrecy. Fuck. Oh, fuck. His neck flopped forwards as he opened his eyes. They ran down the flat of his chest, over the pockets of exposed abdominal muscle still spasming. Loki’s grip on his manhood loosened, groaning lightly as the pressure lifted. He shifted his knees on the grass, a soft hiss escaping as the tightened muscles in his thighs reset. Thick strands of cum webbed from his fingers, bowing to gravity in elegant curved strands. Instinctively he raised the coated fingers to his lips, eyes closing as he sucked the warm delicacy from his skin.

“Hey! Hey! Wait…stop!” The god's blood ran cold as he heard your frantic voice, moving in strange directions just outside the flimsy flap of cover. He was still spread on his hands and knees, leathers untied, hair mussed and cock dripping. Suddenly the curtained door shuffled, a low snort muffled against the fabric before a familiar black snout poked through the gap. The magnificent horse’s head poked inside, long face sliding through the panel and regarding him suspiciously from bottomless eyes. Loki cleared his throat, hoping he sounded casual. “I’ll be back presently. Carry on.” he called, firmly. “People are starting to arrive from the Faire...” Amanda cooed loudly in response. Loki couldn’t be bothered to reply. The steed stamped twice, snorting. There was a pause, before the thud of arrows against the target resumed. The horse looked directly at Loki, and Loki looked directly at the horse. It lowered its head and shook it back with a short huff. Silently, Loki tucked his slick, softening cock beneath the rise of his tight leathers. He settled back on his haunches, beginning to lace the ties at his groin with a sigh. “If you ever breath a word of this...” he murmured ominously, the threat abundantly clear in the calmness of his voice. “I shall not be so generous in my choice of transfiguration for my vengeance, Barton.” Loki could have sworn he saw the horse’s eyes widen as it withdrew from the sliver of space, the moist flat of its nose disappearing with a final, derisive snort. Norns, he thought, settling back on his haunches and inspecting the lapel of his furs. Ropes of white seed were already drying into the rough hairs. Predictably, he had made a mess. He always did.

To be continued in Holy Orders Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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[desultory-novice]

Sir Uther walks up to Noir Fontaine with purpose, having his usual happy-go-lucky smile and perky attitude. It was a surprise to see yet another human in this tournament ...well, atleast human-like. He instinctively reaches out for a handshake, eyes locked on Noir's face.

"Are you human?! MY~! I only ever saw the other one named Jade! Unlike her, you seem to be named after a color in french! Do tell, are there still any left of your species? Or are you all nearly extinct? Do you also have a history with Dark Matter in particular? I have so many questions~!! ☆"

His crystal eyes twinkle in delight, this truly was an opportunity to gain so much useful knowledge!

"Oh! And that entity, Zero as well! Does she exist in your world?"

"Hi! Wow! You're big! Bigger than I thought you round guys got!" 

Noir greets you with a boyish smile, though... ...He does not accept the handshake.

"You look like one of those Galactic Soldier Alliance people! I wrote fanfic about you! I can't let you read it because it's really cringe, but that's only cause when I was young I dreamed of being a hero, so...if you're ever recruiting, let me know maybe?! I'm not all that strong... but I'm passionate and have a strong sense of justice and somehow, I've got a lot of experience handling situations where all the evidence you killed anyone is gone because their bodies just disperse into matter once they're dead enough and the snow hides all the blood!"

[cw: mild body horror below]

"...What was I saying? Oh, yeah! I'm human! Whoa, there's another human here too? I should've figured that out, huh? I feel like I've been in a daze since I got here (or maybe even longer than that) and have been having a really hard time paying attention to stuff till lately when it all started coming back into my head REALLY FAST!"

"?! Do you speak French?! My mom taught my sister and me a little French and Japanese, cause of our ancestry, (what's my dad? I don't know! Maybe he's French-Japanese too?!) though we mostly speak Global at home. My name's supposed to be in Global but it's pretty cool that it means something in French too. 'Dark.' Sometimes I wonder if I was named after my hair? Though my sister's is the same color, pretty much, so that couldn't be it. Probably a coincidence?"

"Speaking of, my sister's human too and she's still around! We're separated right now, but my little brother's with her! (He's Dark Matter, since you brought it up! Yeah, he's adopted, but he's my little brother and if anyone says anything mean about him, I'll ****** them!) They're surrounded by friends too, so I don't worry!"

"It was really hard to get off the planet last time I was there, and it was getting pre~tty cold and people who got left outside tended to disappear till next year when you could find them again thawing out on the road but it's hard to imagine we've just gone extinct! I mean, the people from the New World had to have gone somewhere!"

"Hmm? Z...e...?"

"...r...." "...o...!?"

"M-muh...M-Mas..." "...pl...ea... ey...e...c-can....t... "...bre...athe...."

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Noir clutches his throat. The dark, burn-like cracks on his skin that had been easy to ignore till now seem to crawl up, to his chin and beyond. A thick metal collar around his neck, barely visible between his gloved hands, hums with a dark violet glow before he passes out.

Elsewhere, an otherwise unremarkable looking sword in the stolen stash of a small Dark Matter begins to vibrate, seeking its host.

@kirbyoctournament

PS: Wisp belongs to @moonsharkss and while he's still in the lead this round, it's close, so if you want to give him a vote...!

(Help I forgot his hands!)

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Noir's Field Trip Masterpost

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AN: Welp, add another one to Sir Uther's body count/list of crimes...

So, I still have some "Cheerful" (...although more like his brains have been scrambled) Noir asks to answer/send out that I'll get to when I have time (writing him is a bit exhausting tbh... ) but I have gone ahead and drawn this to "progress" back to the main tourney story! (You didn't think he could stay this way forever, did you?)

TLDR, We're back to regular Noir (...or whatever other AU hijinks happen to come his way that affect him in some manner?! Magic anons...???) but if you wished to interact with or send another question to Noir explicitly during his short lived cheerful phase, lemme know! Though whether I get to it will depend on how I'm feeling ^^

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(...Fwiw, I'm pretty sure if he stayed this way for too long, the emotional cascade would eventually give him a full on mental breakdown as his refreshed, innocent psyche finally catches up with processing all the traumas that made up his life.)

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

When Y/N Falls in Love

pairing: nikolai lantsov x fem!reader

genre: flufff

el's thoughts: requested by @luna-writes-stuff for my speak now event .. i hope you like it!

Y/N rushed through the hallways, her heels clicking with every step. Her legs threatened to buckle under as fatigue settled in her bones. One of the maids of the palace trailed behind her. 

“You should be resting, ma’am. You just got back-”

She cut herself off at the sight of the young king rounding the corner. “Moi Tsar,” she dipped into a curtsy and froze behind Y/N.

Nikolai smiled at the girl and turned his attention to his best friend. “Y/N/N, didn’t you just come back from a trip only one bell ago? You should be resting.”

“And I would, Nik, trust me I would be. But I heard Genya fell ill so I went to the gardens and picked some flowers.” She held up the small bunch of pink and white flowers and smiled. “So if you’ll excuse me, I have a personal delivery to make.”

The king watched her walk past him in awe and quickly decided to follow her. He watched as she pushed the door to Genya’s personal sleeping quarters open, rushing in to assess her dear friend. 

“Y/N,” the red-head coughed, “you didn’t have to come here.” 

“Don’t talk nonsense, Gen. You’re ill.” Y/N placed the flowers in an empty pitcher before taking it to the bathroom to fill it with water. She heard Genya greeting the young king with a sore throat and called back for her to not talk. “You’ll make your voice worse.” She strolled back into the room and placed the flowers on the side table. “I’ll send for David to be here with you, as well as some warm soup from the kitchens.”

“Y/N/N, Darling please,” Genya chuckled. “You just got back from a trip, you need to rest almost as much as I do.” 

“Key word there is almost. I’m more than fine and well, I’ll rest once I know you’re taken care of.”

Nikolai shared a look with the red-headed tailor, both shaking their heads fondly at their friend. The king stepped forward, “How about this? I’ll call for David and send in a request for the soup. You go and rest.”

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumped, “Okay, fine.” She moved to place a quick kiss on Genya’s head. “I’ll come back later then.” She walked to the door patting Nikolai on the shoulder as she passed him.

“No you won’t!” the tailor called out to her. “She really is a Saint.” She spoke again softly just to Nikolai.

He smiled to himself, “She is isn’t she?”

~

“Oh Saints.” Y/N ran her hand through her hair in disbelief. “This isn’t happening.”

“Y/N L/N. For the last time, if you don’t put this dress on now, you’ll be late.” Genya sighed in mild frustration. “You don’t want to leave him waiting.”

“A date…” The y/h/c-haired girl muttered to herself as she picked the beautiful green summer dress and walked behind the changing separator. “I see no way of this ending well, Gen. I-”

“Shut up, little Miss Sunshine and let me see you.”

Y/N walked out from behind the wall and smiled shyly, giving Genya a little twirl. “I think it’s my new favorite.”

“Rightfully so, Darling,” the red-head smiled brightly. “Let’s get your hair done.”

*

Y/N walked with a slight skip in her step as Nikolai escorted her through the palace gardens. She went on and on about her favorite flowers and their symbolism. She came to a halt and stared at the small bunch of white flowers in front of her. “Gypsophila.” She picked enough to hold between her fingers. 

“And what do these mean?” Nikolai asked as she handed them to him. 

She smiled kindly, “They’re called baby’s breath. They stand for purity, a pure heart.”

He hummed and tried to hide the reddening of his face. She really was a Saint. It felt so warm to be on the recieving end of her love. Like laying in a field in the beginning of autumn, just barely sunkissed. 

~

“When did you two finally happen?” Zoya smirked as she sat on the sofa in Nikolai’s room. Genya stood by the fireplace with a fond smile.

“I took her out a little while ago and things went smoothly.”

“That didn’t answer my question, but alright.”

Nikolai chuckled as he continued signing documents. 

“Don’t hurt her, Nik, okay? When she falls in love, she’s in it for keeps. She’s been nothing but a Saint to us.”

He sighed, “I know you both care for her deeply, so please know that I would never do anything to hurt her. Ever.”

“I told you, Genya.”

“I just needed to put it out there.” The red-head held her hands up in defence. “Because I can’t be held responsible for my actions if I find out she’s hurt.”

Nikolai looked between the two Grisha and chuckled. “Deranged, the both of you.”

“Hey-!”

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Y/N walked through the halls of the palace but stopped around the corner when she heard hushed voices of some of the staff. 

“I heard she’s with the King now.”

“I heard the same.” Quiet giggles came afterwards. 

“Whomever she was to love… They would never be the same.”

“Isn’t that true? It’s all on her face, the fact that she’s in love. Haven’t seen her so happy in what feels like ages. It’s brought a new brightness to the palace.”

“I’m happy for both of them.” 

Y/N smiled shly to herself before clearing her throat and continuing around the corner. She smiled at the two women and nodded her greeting. Walking past them, her face heating up at the thought of the staff whispering about her and Nikolai. Her and Nikolai. 

She shook her head and pushed the heavy wooden door open with her hip. She smiled at the two Grisha women sitting on a plush couch and said her greetings to everyone else in the room- Toyla, Tamar, David and Nikolai. She placed the blue arrangement of flowers in a vase on one of the tables that lined the wall. She walked to Nikolai’s side and kissed the side of his head before sitting next to Zoya, holding onto her hand. 

The group went over what the next few weeks look like military and politically, bouncing ideas off each other to finalize plans. Once they finished they all bid their ‘goodnight’s and left the room. 

The young king watched as Y/N walked everyone to the door, her smile never leaving her face as she spoke quietly with her friends. 

Her bright presence hung in the air like stars in outerspace. 

He smiled at her as she walked back to his side, sitting on the arm of his chair. She brought a hand up to his hair and buried her fingers in his locks. He leaned back into her and hummed contently, “My Saint.”

She chuckled, “I’m no Saint, Kolya,”

“Oh but, Love, you are a Saint.”

[peonierose]

How are Bryce and Luna coping during the first month of being parents, and to twins no less?

”Love Me Tender“

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce Lahela (M!MC) x Luna Auclair (F!OC)

Words: 2,428k

TW: None. Mentions of breastfeeding.

Summary: Bryce and Luna are newly minted parents and weren’t prepared of struggling to put their twins to bed. Will they succeed?

A/N: Thanks so much for your ask @liaromancewriter it inspired me for two fics actually. ”Love Me Tender“ is one of them 🥰 The Title was inspired by one of the greatest artists and hot guys who’s ever lived, Elvis Presley 🩷

Bryce

It was 4:35 in the morning, and both Lunes and I were still awake. Trying to put the twins to bed. 

I sighed. 

How‘d my life come to this? Don’t get me wrong. I love our girls more than anyone I could ever love, but getting them to sleep is a real struggle. 

We put them to bed hours ago and put them on the mobile, letting pretty stars and moons go by, but their sleep didn’t last long. 

They woke up two hours ago and won’t fall asleep.

What happened to peace and quiet? One week prior, everything was great. They didn’t mention this quick transition in the pregnancy books I read. Maybe I read the wrong books? 

Well, I guess they covered other stuff, but not what to do when your kids wake you up at 4 a.m.

Luna suddenly sits up with Kehlani and walks her around the room. With Alaia in my arms, I go and get the bunnies they got from Ethan, their godfather, hoping that’ll soothe them into sleep. 

They hang onto the bunnies for a few seconds, but they’re still fussy. It didn’t work. Alaia's little face was still red from crying. 

So maybe plans c or d could work? Damn, we could really use Keiki’s help, but she’s on a field trip with her study group. 

Luna’s voice brings me back into the moment. 

”They’re not hungry, right? We changed them, and now what?“ Luna asks while I’m holding Alaia close to my chest. As I place kisses on top of her head, her soft blonde hair smells of lavender shampoo. 

I read somewhere that babies like skin-to-skin contact. So that’s why Lunes and I are basically standing in the middle of the room in our underwear. 

”I don’t know. Honestly, I’m close to crying with them. Then it’ll be a duet.“ Luna says it with a sigh. 

I exhale a long breath I’ve been holding in because I’m frustrated too. God, I‘ve never appreciated sleep more than I do now.

”What if we show them a video with marine animals? They seemed to love that last time.“ I suggested it, and I could see Luna’s shoulder droop in relief.

”Let’s give it a try.“ Luna adds, and we walk downstairs and sit down with the twins as I turn on Disney+ and select a nature documentary about marine animals, one that’ll last for at least two and a half hours. 

Soon, both twins' eyes are glued to the screen. 

We didn’t want to start them too early on screen time, but sometimes you have to in order to function as a human being and get some rest. 

After 30 minutes or so into the documentary, I saw both their eyes drooping, and they fell asleep.

”You’re a genius.“ Luna whispers, scared to wake them up.

"Well, this genius is too scared to move.“ I say frozen in place.

Luna sighs.

”Is now a bad time to have to pee?“ She says it with a guilt tinge in her voice.

I close my eyes. 

"Oh, come on, Lunes. Couldn’t you have peed before they fell asleep? What if we wake them up? Look how long it took before they fell asleep.“ 

Luna softly moves around.

”I’ll be quick, I promise.“ She says this and gently places Kehlani on the couch. As soon as her feet hit the floor, Lani stirs and starts to cry. Rosie isn’t far behind. 

”I hope your pee is worth waking the twins over.“ I'm trying to massage their little backs, hoping it’ll soothe them. 

Twins are funny in that regard. They have a special bond, especially if they’re identical twins, like our girls. 

But the downside is that as soon as one is ill or cries, the other does as well. 

They’re creepily in sync. Hopefully, it won’t stay like this forever—the crying, I mean. I know Kehlani and Alaia will turn out wonderful.

I turn to my wonderful girls.

”Why don’t you stop crying? Daddy would really like to get some sleep. So I can wake up pretty.“ 

They look up at my words and then continue crying. 

That’s when it hits me amidst the crying. I remember when Keiki and I were little, my mom used to sing to us »Love Me Tender« by Elvis Presley; it always calmed us down. Maybe we can try it with the twins. 

As soon as Luna is back from her bathroom break, I gently take the twins into my arms.

”I think I have an idea.“ I say the idea for the song is taking root. 

We walk upstairs, and Luna eyes me skeptically. 

”You know how to brew a potion that will make them sleep for seven hours straight?“ She asks excitedly. 

I gave her a sideways look. 

"Yeah, that was a little bit unrealistic.“ She shrugs, and I laugh softly. 

”Let’s try singing »Love Me Tender« by Elvis Presley.“

”Why that song?“ She asks as we reach the twin's bedroom. 

I breathed out, and as I laid the twins in their beds, I turned towards Luna, who never looked more beautiful. 

With wild hair, just in her underwear, illuminated by the light from the hallway. 

I put a strand of her hair behind her ear, and she smiled tenderly at me. It’s these moments I treasure the most, even with the twins crying. 

I pulled her closer as I told her about the idea I had. I want to reveal a bit more about myself and my childhood, which I don’t talk about nearly enough, but I should, because whether it was good or bad, memories are important to talk about. 

”My mom used to sing that song to me and Keiki all the time. Whenever we were sick, or when we were sad and had a hard time, it just always made things a bit easier.“ I explained.

Luna‘s smile reached her tired eyes, and she cupped my cheek to give me a soft kiss. 

”Let’s give it a try. I think I’ve still got my ukulele somewhere. Let me go grab it, and we’ll try singing that song. To be honest, it’s one of my favorite songs by Elvis. He was such a hot guy and so sweet. And what a voice, my god! They just don’t make them like that anymore.“

"Hey, I’m trying to save the world, and you’re calling another man hot? Shame on you, Lunes.“

”You didn’t let me finish. They don’t make them like that anymore, but you are the exception.“ She grinned. 

”You were always my favorite.“ I smiled and slapped her butt, making her laugh out loud as she went to look for her ukulele. Her laughter was still echoing from the walls, making me grin too. 

After a minute or so, Luna came back with her pink ukulele, adorned with flowers, hearts, and moons. She sat down in front of the twin beds and played the first tunes.

”I had no idea you played the ukulele.“ I was surprised to see her play the ukulele like a pro.

”I learned it along with Hula dancing.“

“Can I get this as a late birthday present?“ I imagined her in a hula get-up. The best image ever. 

Luna sighed.

"Really, that’s where your mind went to?“ She chastised me.

”Don‘t blame me. I’m tired and horny. And I’m not sorry.“

She shook her head, grinning. Soon the first tunes of the ukulele joined with her soft voice, and the twins stopped their crying. Too fascinated by what’s going on to keep crying. 

Yes, I pump my fist in the air; it looks as if the plan worked. Luna and I fist-bumped each other because our plan turned out better than expected. 

As the last note echoed in their bedroom, they soon fell asleep, and it looked as if we could go and catch some sleep too. 

”Thank God for our parents, who had good ideas.“

Luna nodded. 

We put on the mobile with the moon and stars spinning around softly and didn’t close the door entirely as we went to our bedroom. 

When we were lying down in bed, Luna turned to me, and I put an arm around her to pull her closer to me. 

”Let me guess you have a million questions.“ I said, and she elbowed me in the side. I laughed and kissed her on top of her head. 

”You miss her, don’t you?“

I don’t even try to act as if I don‘t know who she’s referring to.

"Yeah, I do, more than I care to admit.“ I turn around, so we’re lying face-to-face. 

”Maybe you need some love me tender too.“ Luna says this as she’s leaning into me. 

”That would be nice.“ I smiled against her lips.

Two days later...

Luna

We’re both leaning on the kitchen counter, bleary-eyed, and with our eyes half closed. 

”This is the second time in a row we haven’t slept.“ I mumbled. 

Bryce doesn't even look up from his coffee. 

”I mean, we knew this was going in, but it still stinks sometimes.“ 

I nodded and almost missed my mug in front of me.

”Damn. I never appreciated coffee as much as I do now. I love our kids, but I’d give my left kidney for two hours of sleep. Not even night shifts are this bad.“ 

”Come on, we'll get through this.“ I tried to sound more cheerful but just ended up sounding tired. But from the smile tugging at Bryce’s lips, I could still make him smile, which is a win in my book.

I’m about to take another sip from my juice since I‘m nursing when our doorbell rings, and I just grumble. 

”I’ll go get it.“ I said, and Bryce just mumbled incoherent words. 

I opened the front door, seeing my cousin Skyler, or Sky for short, stand in front of me.

”Good morning, sunshine.“ He looked well rested, with no dark circles under his smooth tan skin. His piercing dark blue eyes shone as if he sprang from the youth fountain. It’s so unfair how good he looked compared to my tired self. 

I groaned again and shielded my eyes from the glaring sun coming inside our house.

I stepped aside, and Sky walked in. 

”Is it a good morning? Huh. It’s already morning, and the sun is shining. Gosh, I’ve lost all feeling for what time it actually is or what day.“

Sky turned my way and only raised his eyebrows.

”You’re being weird.“

I sighed and joined Bryce in the kitchen. I grinned as Bryce held on to his steaming coffee mug, half asleep. 

”I came to the rescue. I thought I’d have to send a search party after your radio silence.“ 

”Please make him stop saying words.“ Bryce groaned.

”Come on, I’m good with kids, and I’m offering to help.“ Sky grinned. 

”So they sent you?“

”B!“ I exclaimed.

”Look, man. I’m really sorry. I’m just so fucking tired.“ Bryce sighed.

”Me too.“ I joined in while taking a sip of my mango and pineapple juice. 

"Yeah, Luna too.“ Bryce said while smiling tiredly. 

”No hard feelings. It’s all good. You‘ll get a free pass. This once. I know mom and dad struggled with us; you know, we're triplets, so I thought I’d help you out.“ Sky explained. 

Bryce’s eyes were tired from being up all night helping me change the twins and trying to make them fall asleep. 

We’re exhausted, and it’s only been four months since we brought the twins home. 

Sky looked from me to Bryce.

”You guys look as if you’ve partied all night. And it was a weird theme party.“ He teased. 

"Yeah, if you count changing, breastfeeding, and getting the twins to sleep, and it takes almost all night? Yeah, then we partied real hard.“ I sighed.

And then I added. 

"Damn, breastfeeding really hurts. Who knew? I really hope the pain lessens a bit.“

”I’m even too tired to make a dirty joke about breasts and make you feel better.“ Bryce sighed and smiled softly but tiredly.

”I don’t need to know about your…uhh…anatomy. Or your female body parts.“ Sky winced. 

”Who’s being weird now?“ I smirked.

”Fair.“

We were all startled when we heard the baby monitor on the kitchen counter squeak. 

Both Bryce and I groaned.

Sky smiled.

”You know what? Why don’t I check up on the little angels? While you guys do whatever it is you do, make out or something.“

”We’re way too tired to make out.“ Bryce and I said it at the same time. 

The fog in my brain lifted, and it hit me. 

”Wait, are you here to babysit?“ 

Sky shrugged. 

"Yeah, why not? I have the next two days off, so I thought I’d take over, and you can go and do whatever it is you’re doing.“

”You’re an angel, and I love you.“ I smiled and hugged him tight. Sky grinned and hugged me back. 

Yep, he’s my favorite cousin. At least right now. 

”She doesn’t mean it.“ Bryce commented with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I grinned, so that’s where Lani and Rosie got it from. 

”Stop being mean.“ I said this to Bryce without any real heat behind my words. 

”Sorry. If you’re true to your word, I’ll go take a nap.“

I stopped hugging Sky for a minute to give B a look.

”Not even showering?“

”I love my bed more than my shower right now.“

"Well, I don’t. So let’s hit the shower.“ 

Sky looked from me to Bryce.

”You are weirding me out. I’ll go look after the twins.“ 

”Thanks Sky.“

”You got it.“ He yelled. 

Bryce and I walked outside to our shower while Bryce mumbled and was grumpy until the water hit his face. 

When we came back from our shower and were settled in our bed, Bryce checked the baby monitor, but the monitor was quiet. It looks as if Sky is a wizard when it comes to calming down kids. 

”It’s so quiet.“ I turned to Bryce.

”What did we do before we had kids? Look at me, sounding pathetic.“

”You don’t sound, and you aren’t pathetic. It’s a new routine for us. And I guess we just have to find our balance.“

We both nodded.

Bryce drew circles on my skin, and I curled up into him, and seconds later we were already asleep while holding hands. 

Life is good when you’re with the people you love. Whether you’re blood-related or not, cherish those moments. 

[johnny-slaughter-me]

— “ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭. ” | Johnny Slaughter x Gender-Neutral Reader.

Headcanon. My take on a fluffy alphabet with Johnny.

Notes. English isn't my native language so typos and grammar issues are likely.

Warnings. This fic is sfw. Canon gore and cannibalism mentioned.

Enjoy. I hope you enjoy the content. Much love, Cherry. 🍒

- A. Activities, how they spend their time with and without their s/o.

Without you, Johnny mostly spends his time hunting or preparing for hunts. Hunting is (almost) everything for him. It gives him a thrill to chase and a sadistic satisfaction when he kills his prey. With you he'd grown to love more of what nature the backyard has to offer, whether it would be the sunflower fields or stargazing at night from the bed of his truck. He really enjoyed spending time with you and had learned to appreciate the simple moments you two could share together.

- B. Beauty, what do they find pretty about themselves and their s/o.

Johnny has a charming look, he maintains a certain figure as it helps him in hunts and in loring and tricking victims, Johnny wouldn't be out here calling himself beautiful. He boosts his ego though other means, mostly ones relying on strength and power, so he finds his arms to be one of his most admirable physical features of himself. As for you, it was something in your eyes, that captured him and had made him decide to keep you as own of the family rather then dinner. He'd learn so much about just from how your eyes reflected your feelings. He can get lost in them for hours if he had a chance.

- C. Comfort, how would they comfort his s/o.

Johnny isn't one to talk things through, he is a man of patience, as seen through his incredible hunting skills, but his exposure to social interactions is limited. He takes pride in how strong he is, depending on the situation he would either hold you in his arms, let you take your time to calm yourself while knowing he is there for you, or physically and verbally defend you if you are in a situation that calls for it. Needless to say, he'd kill for you.

- D. Dream, how do they picture their future with their s/o.

There's not a lot of room for change in Johnny's life, he isn't planning on it either. Family is for life, and he wants you to be a part of it. Some nights he'd dream of you finally eating human flesh and not the meat of the dead rabbits he'd hunt down for you. Help the family deal with the victims and enjoy it as much as he does. He wants you to truly devote yourself to the family just like he does .

- E. Equal, how much effort do they put in the relationship compared to their s/o.

The relationship you have with Johnny is never going to be an equal one, considering it started with you originally being kidnapped for dinner, and the fact that he and his family can always turn you into it at any given moment puts you in a powerless position. However he does his best to accommodate you, hunting rabbits so you won't eat human flesh, getting you basic necessities from his trips to the city, spending quality time with you during the short windows of time he has off "work". You had also grown to like Johnny and you try to help around the house, and spend whatever time with Johnny you can, always reassuring him that you love him.

- F. Fight, how are fights between them and their s/o.

You and Johnny haven't fought much, nothing big at least. If you had you'd probably not be among the living. Sometimes you have petty fights, but Sissy told Johnny its probably because you are still getting used to the family and the new environment you are living in. So he'd learn to ignore it. They usually end by you apologizing to him. Johnny will never apologized, at least not sincerely.

- G. Gratitude, how grateful are they for their s/o and the things their s/o is doing for them?

Whilst Johnny's mindset is that of a savior, he was the one sparing your life and thus you are now his. I would like to believe he is grateful for you not trying to tun away, for being kind to his family and to him, and for truly loving him, a love no one in the family could ever give him.

- H. Honestly, are they honest and open with their s/o? Do they have any secrets?

He doesn't really hide anything from you. You know of the family's secret and that is what mostly shape his character. He won't necessarily open up and talk about his past or feelings though, and the one time he tried hiding something from you was the fear that washed him during the first week of your stay with the family, where you hid in one of the cars because you were scared of a hunt that went down between bubba and a victim. He'd never let you see him in a vulnerable state.

- I. Inspiration, has their s/o inspired them and vice versa.

You had inspired Johnny to also enjoy his downtime and not just the hunts. You thought him that there's more to life then the adrenaline that comes with the chase. In a similar way, Johnny inspired you to be more grateful for every moment you spend breathing, and what a true community feels like. Sure they are twisted but that doesn't mean they don't inspire you every now and then. Honorable mention is how inspiring Johnny's dedication is. Both for you, the family, and for his hunts.

- J. Jealousy, how jealous are they.

Johnny is jealous and possessive, but he manipulates his jealousy so it comes off as more of a possessive aspect then a jealous one. Johnny doesn't like showing anything that could be interpreted as a weakness.

- K. Kiss, are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like.

He is surprisingly a good kisser, Johnny mostly care about his own needs and usually kisses you messily and roughly when you two have some alone time. He won't really kiss you in front of the family. He will now return a soft good morning kiss to you, but he still prefers makeout sessions over small soft kisses.

- L. Love confession, how do they confess to their s/o.

Johnny originally kidnapped you for dinner, but after taking a liking to you he just kept you alive and toyed with you. He never really confessed to loving you, but his actions throughout the time you spend with him let you know that he does indeed love you.

- M. Marriage, do they wanna get married? What would the marriage be like?

Despite how untraditional the family is, mostly Nancy, would want the two of you to get married. That would be a way to truly have you as part of them, and Johnny wouldn't oppose to the idea of marriage with you. Johnny isn't a big dreamer but after the initial start of your relationship he fell harder and harder and he truly wants you to be a part of the family. It would also make him worry less if he has to go out of town and leave you alone since the family will never turn on one another. That is if you ignore the fact that Nancy killed Johnny's mom and stole him to raise him as her own. The ring would be simple and the wedding would just be a family dinner but with some homemade decor and a little ceremony. Life after the wedding won't be much different, the day to day would be similar, however if you wanted to have any kids, the family would help keep them safe.

- N. Nicknames, what do they call their s/o and vice versa.

Johnny's pet names for you are darlin' and doll, sometimes he'd also call you a cutie. You mostly call him honey, sometimes babe, although never baby, he doesn't like being called baby. (In bed he'd give you more dirty pet names and likes it when you call him daddy).

- O. On cloud 9, what are they like when they are in love.

Johnny's love language is actions of service, he takes pride in his physical strength and appearance. He never lets you carry anything heavy even if you are capable, he protects you if you are scared of something, but also he likes to hunt animals for you since you aren't fond of their premium human meat. The family can tell Johnny is in love with you, as usually he only thinks about himself and devotes a little bit of thought for the family, but sometimes he goes out of his way to help you or be there near you.

- P. PDA, how are they with their s/o infront of others.

He won't kiss you or call you pet names infront of the family for the longest time, he didn't want them to find something to use against him, he'd be more open about your relationship once he feels the family is comfortable with you and won't try to slaughter you. But infront of anyone other than the family, Johnny he really doesn't care. He knows he can protect you and you what they think of him doesn't matter to him. He'll do whatever he wants with you.

- Q. Quirk, a random ability they have that benefits the relationship.

His truck, he sometimes takes you on rides through the different parts of land the family owns. It's refreshing for the both of you. Johnny is always the one driving, no one gets to drive his truck no matter how much he loves them.

- R. Romance, how romantic are they? Is it creative or cliché.

Johnny is romantic in his own ways. Mostly through shielding you from danger and trying to provide for you. Sometime into your relationship you started initiating some romantic times in tbe sunflower fields or through car rides with him, and now he himself offers them to you.

- S. Support, are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in their s/o?

Johnny isn't very supportive in that regard. He wants you to be part of the family, if you want to take on a certain role within the family and its not one that will possibly put you in danger, he'd be all for it. But if you dream of your old life, Johnny would go out of his way to sabotage that and try to get you to shift your goals into ones that benefit the family.

- T. Thrill, do they need new things to spice up the relationship or do they prefer a routine.

Your relationship with Johnny is limited. You can't really leave the lands the family own but even then you are limited to safer areas where living victims aren't roaming free. Johnny's life is very much based on a routine and he has no problems with the relationship being the same. But if you suggest something new to do every now and then and it is within the boundaries of where you are allowed to be, he won't say no to you.

- U. Understanding, how understanding are they of their s/o. Are they empathetic?

Johnny is narcissistic, and he cannot undo himself into a good person. He does try to be understanding and to accommodate you. Took some advice from Sissy at first, since she had actually spend time living outside the family's land in different cultes but he mostly relayed on skills he picked up to study and capture his victims to form an understanding of you.

- V. Value, how important is this relationship to them.

Your relationship with Johnny literally means the world to him. He never knew he was capable of experiencing love like this, no matter how twisted the circumstances of what formed it are. And he also knows he will never be able to experience it with anyone else, so he places a great value on you and the relationship with you.

- W. Wild card, a random fluff headcanon.

You asked Nancy about Johnny's birthday once, and she gave you the date. You took it upon yourself to try and make him something sweet for desert and you set the dinner table with some flowers you found in the garden. No one expected it, but the family, and mostly Johnny (he has a sweet tooth) really appreciate this gesture and enjoyed the dessert. Now it became a tradition that for each family member's birthday you'd set a special table with something sweet. They all looked forward to the occasion as well.

- X. Xoxo, are they very affectionate, do they love kisses and cuddles.

Johnny is a fairly rough person at first he wasn't one to really kiss you if it wasn't leading up to or during spicy times. He did let you since day one sleep in his bed with him, and as you slowly felt yourself falling for him you started snuggling up to him at night. He never pushed you away and now he can't fall asleep without you by his side.

- Y. Yearning, how are they when they miss their s/o.

The only days you and Johnny are separated is when he has to go out of town. He can't help but miss you, and he copes with his loneliness by having a side quest of getting you something you'd like. When he finally gets back home and gifts you whatever it was that he thought you'd like, seeing you thank him each time with your eyes litting up like a child opening a Christmas present makes it all worth it.

- Z. Zeal, are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship, and how so.

Considering Johnny is a serial killer, and him and his family practicing cannibalism, him letting you live- and arguing with his family to also let you live (which is a big deal for Johnny), means he did go to lengths not normal for him in order for this relationship to work.

[seeingivy]

false god

satoru gojo x f!reader 

you and satoru talk about faith. 

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: lowkey suggestive, talk of god/religion/faith, reader is down bad for satoru but he’s down bad for you too!!! 

an: someone reblogged my fearless story and called it the swiftie agenda. so obviously I had to do it again. 

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Satoru Gojo never gets in his own head. So self assured in himself, in his own volition, that you sometimes you can’t believe he’s real. He moves through life, unchanging, unaffected, wherever the wind pushes him. You wonder if some part of it is arrogance. 

Satoru Gojo thinks he’s invincible. That’s why he can do anything and everything - nothing will ever be too much for the strongest. At times, you think he rubs off so much on you - when he whispers sweet nothings into your mouth or when he presses kisses to the sides of your thighs. He rubs off on you so much so that you’re starting to think that you’re invincible too. 

He’s like a disease, a drug, a vice you can’t quit. So soft, so unreal that your head is pounding in anticipation for when you can be with him next. Not even to touch, smell, or kiss him - just to catch a glimpse of his face. When his eyes meet yours, that glimmering look in his eyes beaming into yours, you are invincible too. 

As much as you can accost Satoru for thinking he can do anything, it turns out he really can do anything. His latest feat? Taking two kids under his wing and letting them live in his apartment with him. He’d mentioned in passing that he understood if you walked away, ran for the hills. I mean who would want to take care of two kids at twenty-one? 

You. Because you can follow Satoru Gojo anywhere. And you will. The DMV, the pits of hell, an awkward student conference - any place is heaven if he’s there with you. And anyways, two kids, who clearly enjoy your company as much as you enjoy theirs, could never scare you off. 

What could scare you off was the doubts racking around in your mind about Satoru, implanted by the conversation you just had with his parents. 

They had approached you, finding you outside the high school you taught at, under the guise of concern for your wellbeing. 

Satoru had mentioned that he had a rocky relationship with his parents - who he had mentioned were no better than Toji Fushiguro, who you have a very strong disdain for. 

But as much as he had convinced you to walk the other way if you ever met them, your curiosity got the best of you. And now their words couldn’t help but seep into your mind, eating away at any guise of confidence you had in you and Satoru - to take care of Tsumiki and Megumi, to stay together when the road gets hard, to make it out of a fight. 

“He wavers. The boy has never followed anything, living a faithless life. I’d advise you against the clear devotion and loyalty you have for him. Your blind faith will be your downfall. ” 

It’s all you can think about when Satoru comes home, sans Tsumiki and Megumi, who are on an overnight field trip to an outdoor education camp. What was supposed to be a delightful weekend - you and Satoru tangled in the sheets, running on the streets in the middle of the night, counting stars over his favorite dessert - was now you silently staring at him in the kitchen. 

“What’s wrong, love?” 

You want to give in. The touch, the promise of his sweet lips on yours, his sweetened smell - dear lord, do you want to give in. 

But you can’t. If he touches you again, sends you to heaven with his fingers, his eyes, his lips, it’ll just give you another memory to relive when he leaves, the wind pushing him away from you. 

“Do you believe in God, Satoru?” 

“Not particularly. Do you?” 

You try to silence the voice, their words ringing in your ears. He’s never followed anything, a faithless life. When is he going to stop following you? Can you even say that when you’re clearly the one following him? 

He wraps his arms around your waist, his frame crushing you from behind. You silently thank that he can’t see the confusion, the discomfort, the anxiety you’re sure is visible on your face. You can feel his warm breath against your ear, willing the need to be swayed by his sweet, sweet nothings down to your stomach. 

“What is it, love? You’re hiding from me today.” he whispers, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. 

You curse your sweet spot for him and abandon any rationale. 

“I saw your parents today. They came up to me after work.” 

His arms leave yours, retreating behind his figure. You turn around, an unrecognizable expression on his face. Anger? Sadness? Fear? 

You can’t handle it. One second away from those glittering, sparkling eyes and you can already feel your heart sink into your chest, the loss settling in you. But he’s not even gone yet. Anticipatory grief - you’re mourning something you haven’t even been deprived of yet.

He turns to the window, his arms outstretched against the ledge. 

“What’s bothering you about what they said?” he says, his voice clattering in your ears. 

You walk up next to him, keeping a distance so as not to touch him, leaning over the window as well. There are kids playing in the park below, kicking a soccer ball back and forth down the field. You think of Tsumiki and Megumi, silently hoping that they’re faring better than you and Satoru right now. 

“They told me that you’ve never followed anything. That you live a faithless life and that my devotion for you is going to be my downfall.” you whisper, resting your chin against your forearms. 

He’s silent next to you, his hand a few inches away from yours. You fight the urge to interlock your fingers with his, run your hands through his hair, pull his shirt off the top of his head. You have him to blame him for making you insatiable, his gentle touches never being enough. 

You feel his fingers wrap around your arms, pulling you up into his embrace. He pushes his frame against yours for a second time, the pressure of his arms encircling you and his bergamot cologne permeating your nose. 

“I don’t believe in what I can’t see, love. I’ve never understood how my parents can worship something they’ve never seen, touched, or felt.” 

He breaks apart, his fingers circling around the side of your cheek. He runs his fingers across your bottom lip, the touch shivering all the way to the bottom of your stomach. Satoru and his fingers. 

“I can believe in something I see, something I can touch, I can feel.” 

“So, you do believe in a God. Just not that one?” 

He shakes his head, a soft smile pressed against his lips. 

“You’re not getting it. My religion is you. Your lips, your hair, these eyes. The thing I follow is you.” 

You pale against him, your cheeks, your skin, your heart, burning. In this moment, you realize he was going to be the death of you, you were sure of it. 

“You might be a false god, but you’re the one I worship. My devotion for you is my salvation.” 

You can feel yourself trembling in his hold. He’s moving, sidestepping you back off the balcony into his bedroom. You can feel his hands, that stupid touch, moving from your hair, to your neck, to your hips. His lips follow, leaving marks, indentations on your skin. 

As he presses soft kisses to your cheeks, his lips suckling on that sweet spot in between your neck and your ear, you decide that it’s enough. 

He may be faithless, but he has faith in you. If he can worship this love, you can too. 

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Witch Switch: All of Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

That's a wrap on Episode 1! Episode 2 should start coming out around May 1st; see you then!

Transcript underneath the cut

Cover: Portal Door

[Open on Phillip, waiting outside school with Jacob Hopkins]

Jacob: [completely unprompted] So I was watching this video—

Phillip: Oh, god, here we go.

J: —about underground witch rings that still exist throughout the world—

P: They’re called neopagans, and they aren’t underground. Also, witch “rings” aren’t a thing, they’re called “covens.” Which you’d know if you got your information from literally any reliable source.

J: Yeah, well, anyway I was thinking, what if there are some in Gravesfield? I mean, how would we know? I’m pretty sure the museum curator is a witch, so we should investigate the—

[Cut to Phillip, exasperated, holding his arms in an “x”]

P: There’s no “we” here, don’t rope me into this. Leave Masha alone. So what if they’re a neopagan? There’s no such thing as a “real” witch with “real” magic. They’re not hurting anything.

[Cut to Jacob, incensed]

J: You might not believe it, but I know what I saw! Witches and demons walk among us, and—

P: [disembodied] Oh, look, my ride is here, bye, Jacob.

[Car pulls away from the curb, leaving a fuming Jacob]

[Inside the car]

Caleb: Aw, was that one of your friends?

P: No. Just Jacob.

C: Seemed like you guys were having a nice conversation!

P: He was suggesting breaking and entering so that he could collect evidence that the museum curator is a witch and should be burned at the stake, because he’s an idiot who doesn’t even know that witches in America were hung, not burned.

[Cut to just Caleb, worried]

Caleb: Oh. Um. Don’t do that, please.

P: [disembodied] I’d drop dead before going along with him. He just hangs around the guys, he’s not really our friend.

C: Ah.

P: [perplexed] Hey, you missed the turn.

C: Yeah, you’re coming to work with me today. You can do your homework there.

P: Is this because of what happened on the field trip?

C: No, no, nothing to do with that. It’s just…

[Cut to tense, worried Phillip]

C: [disembodied] There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.

[Cut to inside of Robin Roast. Caleb sets a coffee in front of Phillip and sits down]

Caleb: So, Phillip… What do you think of Evelyn?

Phillip: Eh. She’s fine. I guess. If you like her.

C: You’re not just saying that?

P: Did she snitch about me not letting her in right away? I swear I couldn’t hear her. (lying).

C: It’s not about that, Phillip. Although you need to be more aware of your surroundings when I’m not home—especially if you know someone’s coming.

P: Yeah, okay.

C: I know you didn’t use to like Evelyn very much, so I just wanted to know what you thought of her now.

[Cut to Phillip drinking his coffee]

P: Mhm.

C: [disembodied] And… I wanted to know what you would think of inviting her to join our family

P: [spits out his coffee]

[Phillip wipes his mouth, incredulous]

Phillip: WHAT?! You can’t marry Evelyn!

Caleb: [disembodied] Why not? We’ve known her for 4 years now, and I’ve been dating her for 2.

P: Uh—no. She knows us. We don’t actually know anything about her!

[Cut to floating cartoon heads of Caleb and Phillip, Caleb going from confused to varying levels of defensive while Phillip grills him]

Caleb: What are you talking about? Sure we do.

P: We don’t know where she works—

C: She works in a pawn shop… or thrift store or something… I think.

P: —we know nothing about her family—

C: Oh, come on, you know better than anyone that family can be a touchy subject.

P: —She disappears for weeks at a time-!

C: She’s visiting family!

P: The family we’ve never met?

C: They live far away! And… I think they have bad reception out there? (I can never get in contact with her when she’s gone…)

P: You’ve never even seen where she lives! Probably because she keeps the ripped-out-hearts of the other guys who proposed to her under her floorboards!

C: Don’t be gross, Pip. I thought you were fine with her?

[Cut to regular style Phillip]

P: I’m fine with her as she is now, because you like her. I don’t want her to live with us. Ever. Besides, we don’t have the space for it

[Cut to Caleb, amused/apologetic/cunning]

C: Well… if we did get married, we’d probably move into a two bedroom. You’d get your own room! That would be pretty great, right?

P: [disembodied] Oh, so this is all for my benefit now? Not because it’s something you want?

C: No, it’s definitely something I want, I just figured… you might like to know some positives for you, to see how it’s good for both of us. Oh, hey, you wouldn’t be alone at home so often.

P: I don’t want company if it’s her. And I don’t need a babysitter—geeze, this is about the field trip, isn’t it?!

C: It’s not! Hey, look, I already talked to Manny about it, and he doesn’t think it’s a bad idea, in case an outside opinion helps. I know it’s a weird new thing to think about. But I’m not going to jump in right away, I promise. Let’s give the idea a couple of days to simmer, give you some time to get used to it, and—

[Cut to Phillip, who’s stood up abruptly]

P: It doesn’t need to simmer! I’m not okay with this! I will never be okay with you marrying her, even if everyone in the world thought you should!

[Cut to Caleb, who looks hurt and annoyed]

C: Oh, yeah? Even if your “friends” dared you to be okay with it? [his face immediately drops]

[Cut to upset Phillip whirling around]

[Cut to Phillip running out the door of the café while Caleb stands in the door, reaching towards him]

C: Phillip, wait!

[Phillip is gone from frame, and Caleb pinches his nose]

C: …Shit.

[Phillip runs through Gravesfield, upset]

Phillip: He can’t marry her, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t!

[He finally stops near the old, abandoned house, hiding behind a tree and clutching his head]

P: Ohhhhhh what was I thinking, storming out like that? Having a screaming match in public like a toddler? What if the guys find out? Stupid, stupid, stup—

[Phillip hears a rustling sound]

P: What…?

[he peers around the tree to see Evelyn with a big bag, looking around, very suspicious. Phillip gets a lightbulb moment]

P: Oh, I knew she was shady! I knew it!

[Buzz from his pocket]

Text from Caleb reads: Pip, please come home. We can talk about it later, just please stay safe until I can get to you.

[Phillip sneaks up to the house, peering inside holding his phone]

P: I just have to get proof she’s breaking the law, and then Caleb won’t even think about letting her in the house, let alone marrying her! Evidence, then home, then…

[Cut to the portal door]

P: [disembodied] What the…

[Manny and Camila are taking a walk through the neighborhood. Suddenly, Manny pricks up, taking a turn down to the old house, leaving Camilla behind]

Manny: Hey, Phillip what are you doing out—

[Cut to the inside of the house. Phillip glances behind him at Manny’s call, then pushes forward through the portal, which closes behind him just as Manny reaches the house]

M: …here…

[Camilla catches up]

Camilla: What’s going on?

M: [confused] I thought I saw…

[Cut to empty room]

M: [disembodied] …ah, never mind. I’m sure it’s nothing.

[Cut to Phillip, absolutely flabbergasted. Wide shot of the Isles, Phillip very small in it]

P: Where the HELL am I?

[End Part 3]

[End of Episode 1]