#Just a hellish shit show of a week

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

There is a platonic explanation for all this. Right?

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✨Staticmoth wedding headcanons✨

Because I have a lot of thoughts but can't come up with the plot to turn it into fic

✨ Vox absolutely loses his shit. You would think that Valentino would be a groomzilla material but oh no no, Val just wants sexy dress and enough coke to last three days of partying. Vox needs everything perfect. He has his grand vision and is ready to tear with bare hands everyone who does not deliver. During the preparation time, he murders as many people as Val usually does. Velvette bails on being the wedding planner after just two weeks because it was seriously straining their friendship. But after a month, she's back in the game. Why? Because Vox strangled three other wedding planners in frustration, and things weren't moving forward, so Val was starting to freak out.

✨ The event is held at the Vees' Tower. I reckon they've got a venue suitable for hosting conferences and porn award shows.

✨ It's a grand event. I'm talking Grand™, like the Kim K and Kanye West of Hell kind of grand. But it's also elite, so the guest list isn't that long, around 200 invited people plus 50 ticketed spots for anyone willing to drop 100k hellish bucks to attend. Everything is dripping with gold and diamonds because "quiet luxury" isn't in the Vees' vocabulary. The whole affair reflects Val's aesthetic more, as it's Vox's love letter to him. Vox already had his wedding, and now it's time to fulfill his husband's dreams. So Val makes about 90% of the decisions without shouldering any real responsibilities. Which is fine by everyone because he's annoying as hell when it comes to picking roses, flamingo feathers, and starters. Nobody wants to put him in high-stress situations. Expect lots of red, pink, and gold, with heavy, decadent fabrics and neon lights; it's like an exclusive brothel meets the Las Vegas strip.

✨ When it comes to flowers, they settled on roses because they're Vox's favorites, which naturally made them Val's favorite too, given the sheer number of bouquets he's received. Vox, being the freak he is, counts every single bouquet he's ever given to Val. So, for their wedding, he ensures there are twice as many roses. Yes, he's a pathological overachiever.

�� As for attractions, there’s a plethora of erotic dancers in cages and mesmerizing drone light shows. Karaoke, slot machines, live cooking stations, and all the drugs you can imagine. And let's not forget a fountain flowing with tequila. It's a true adult wonderland.

✨ Valentino skips the whole white dress thing and rocks a fierce red latex gown that's very Mugler but with a fetishcore twist. Vox keeps it sleek in a sharp black three-piece suit. His shirt's a bold blue, and his tie matches Val's dress. His shoulder pads are pointy, his waist is slutty, his ass looks divine. Oh yeah, about slutty waist - underneath the shirt he is hiding a leather corset, as a treat for the wedding night.

✨ Also none of them really have friends other than Velvette, just associates so there are no groomsmen/maids.

✨ Since there aren't any traditional churches or government officials in Hell (if there's even a government at all), Velvette takes on the role of officiating the wedding. Vox isn't entirely thrilled with this choice because there's always the risk she might crack a joke or publicly rib him, but hey, there's really no one else who could pull it off. I imagine that a wedding in Hell is also some form of magical contract but more about partnership than ownership. They do not exchange rings but blood sksksk also I don’t think that Vox can really wear rings with his claws? And they couldn't quite agree on a design that satisfied both of them. In the end, Val ends up wearing his illegally imported engagement ring from Earth, featuring four pink diamonds shaped like a moth's wings.

✨ Val's vow is, well, atrocious. It's the kind of thing that would definitely land him in one of those TikTok compilations of terrible grooms ruining their weddings. He mentions cream pieing Vox at least once. Vox at first freaks out but seconds later realizes Wow that's the man I'm marrying. I wouldn't want him any other way On the flip side, Vox's vow is immaculate. Crafted with the assistance of Voxtek's CMO and practiced to perfection, it leaves everyone in awe. He has out-of-body experience playing this role of prince charming.

✨ For their first dance, they opt for a steamy tango. Picture this: swirling red smoke on the floor, making it seem like they're dancing on the sky of the pride ring when the sun is setting down. Little do the guests know, the smoke is laced with drugs, sending most of them on a wild trip. The party quickly goes off the rails, but in the best way possible (according to the Vees’ standards).

✨ The cake is a five-tier monstrosity with five different flavors: tres leches and chocolate-cherry chosen by Val, confetti cake and strawberry cheesecake chosen by Vox and Red Velvet for Velvette because she couldn't shut up about it To top it all off, there's a big chocolate figure of Vox and Valentino dancing. Val is later caught drunk, eating it with his bare hands like the filthy animal he is.

✨ Velvette’s wedding gift is a pair of customized matching guns with small engravings that read "Partners in Crime."

✨ Valentino pulls off a surprise special pole dance performance as a wedding gift for his husband. Let's just say it's scorching hot and leaves at least 50 guests with, uh, visible excitement. Later on, things almost escalate to a full-on table bang, but...

✨ Velvette spends the entire evening reminding them that they can't just vanish to consummate their marriage because this whole party took months of preparations, and they need to be present. After all, people paid good money to be around them. The threat of cock cages hangs over their heads, but they promise to behave. However, Val being the horny beast he is, ends up taking Vox to the bathroom for a quickie anyway. Velvette decides to let it slide this time.

✨ At least 20 casualties mark the night. Vox ends up zapping one of the guests who gets a bit too clingy with Val during the dance. Meanwhile, Val gets into a brawl and, well, let's just say it doesn't end well for the other guy. Surprisingly, everyone seems to be having a great time, but hey, these are the Vees' colleagues we're talking about—they thrive on violence and sex.

✨ Yeah, there's no shortage of sex at this party. With a guest list mainly consisting of businesspeople, adult performers, and mobsters, tensions escalate rapidly. By around 3 A.M., half of the party is busy getting down and dirty in every corner imaginable.

✨ When Vox reaches the perfect level of drunkenness, he seizes control of the DJ station. Surprisingly, he's a natural, dropping beats like a pro and having an absolute blast. Val, meanwhile, goes absolutely wild watching him, thrilled to see Vox letting loose and embracing his creative side.

✨ Derek, Vox's assistant, is the odd one out, the only low-status person to snag an invite because Vox felt kinda generous. But truth be told, Derek hates the idea and wasn't keen on attending. However, when Melissa caught wind of his invitation, she practically dragged him there to be his plus one, desperate to get closer to Velvette. Derek's terrified of most of the guests, but Melissa's over the moon. She later fucks him as a reward for being a very brave boy. Angel is not invited because he would ruin mood of both grooms.

✨ Valentino had prepared the filthiest, kinkiest, most elaborate wedding night, but it doesn't go as planned. Surprisingly, things turn out very vanilla for their standards, with a lot of missionary, eye contact, and hand-holding. After 16 hours of non-stop action, they're both too exhausted to even think about getting creative.

Thank you @purrpleowl @watcherofeternalflame @canadianlucifer @aroromantic @malu897 @staticmothed @chaggieslovechild @gumm1defloor @mayflowersfly for your thoughts!

[merrygay]

“Ah ah… What did you say ?”

Alastor x reader

Warning : NSFW, Dacryphilia, Dark Themes, cannibalism, Alastor is a Warning himself. English is not my first language. I’m bad at writing synopsis. I’m bad at writing in general in fact.

Synopsis : Innocent reader tries to make a deal with Vox in order to protect herself from Alastor.

Other : Lovely ; Alastor x reader

(Sorry for the long delay, college is kicking my ass)

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It’s been a week since the incident with Alastor happened, he hadn’t touched you since or even come your way.

Though you still tried to avoid him like the plague, every time you saw him, around the corner, in the living room, anywhere, you just quickly run away for dear life.

You were scared, what if this time he eats you for good ? What if he does the same thing he did last time and then proceed to eat you at the same ? You were getting paranoid at this point.

Seeing your small figure scare away from him like the pretty prey that you are made him grin even wider. He was clearly enjoying this, enjoying you, at first he hated that he lost control to a miserable thing like you, but as time passes the idea of a plaything didn’t seem to bother him anymore, especially when he was this hungry.

You've tried to forget what happened, you've really tried, but every night when you're alone in bed, you can't help yourself.

The pulsating feeling between your legs won’t stop, oh poor you, it gets even worse when the image of his head between your legs becomes clearer, his tongue unashamedly licking the most intimate part of your body, making a mess of himself with your juices as they drip from your sensitive pussy while you moan and whimper.

An innocent thing like you can’t even understand why you are feeling like this.

You rub your thighs to cease the sensation the same sensation you felt when he did this forbidden thing to you but it doesn’t work, you keep whining until you finally fell asleep.

You had to find a solution and quick, you don’t know when he’s going to jump on you again and this time eat you for good.

So Here you were, in front of the building of nonetheless than the Vees. It was a dumb idea let’s be honest here. Each step you take to get closer to the doors makes your heart beats faster. Making a deal with Vox must be better than being killed by Alastor right ? Right ?

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“You want me to do what now ?”

The man in front of you, with a flat-screen TV for a face, looked at you as if you'd said the stupidest thing in the world.

“Why would I make a deal with an employee of this stupid fucking hotel huh ?”

You swallow nervously at his answer, playing with your fingers as you try to avoid his piercing gaze.

“I-I need to make a deal with you because I heard you are the only one who is as strong as Alastor-“

Vox smiles widen as he seems to like the compliment, “Ahah. Go on, continue I don’t have the whole fucking day” he says tapping against his office table.

You then proceed to explain, trying to avoid some of the… more embarrassing details.

he begins to laugh… laugh ? Why is he laughing ?

“You’re telling me that you are the new toy of Alastor”

He pauses for a second smiling devilishly while looking at you from head to toe

“You know what I’ll make deal with you, stealing Alastor fucking food is much more fun I can’t wait to see the face of this old prick when-”

His TV face starts to vibrate, you could see it was one of the other Vees calling. He puts the call in one of his other TV.

“Hello there, Velvet. How are you this Hellish morning”, in stark contrast to Vox lively greeting, Velvet response was one of pure annoyance.

“Cut the shit vox, i need you up here NOW. Your little boy toy is wracking my department while I tried to put together a show !”

Other voices could be heard behind her notably Valentino’s who was cursing around, yelling and destroying the entire department. Velvet ends the call without giving Vox any chance to say something.

Vox’s smiling face drops, he lets out a loud sigh.

“Here I was.. excited for something… anyway come this afternoon, so we can finalize our deal, I have a fire to put out upstairs”

With that, you leave the building, and quickly go back to the hotel avoiding the sinners running around and killing each other.

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You open the doors, but it's strangely quiet - maybe they've gone out, you wonder. You climb the stairs back to your room, but when you finally reach the corridor, you suddenly hear a static sound.

“Are you still going to avoid me hmm ?”

You hear that familiar voice, filtered through the radio, with that all-too-familiar smile. He appeared right in front of you. You flinch and take a few steps back, your legs ready to run in the opposite direction.

He chuckles, his smile widening, awnnn how cute, you're still this scared of him.

“Now now don’t be scared, I just want to have a little chat with you” he says while turning around. Alastor was now walking towards your room Insinuating you to follow him.

“N-no ! I’m not going to, you should stay away from me, I made a deal with Vox !”

As those words settles in, the corridor seemed to shrink, suffocating you in a claustrophobic embrace.

The lights starts to flicker casting grotesque shadows on the peeling wallpaper.

A sudden chill permeated the air, causing goosebumps to rise on your already trembling skin.

“Haha.. What did you say ?” His voice took on a deeper timbre through his radio filter.

An oppressive weight settled over the corridor, squeezing the breath from your lungs and filling your minds with irrational fear.

He turns to you, his predatory eyes shining through the flickering lights. Each step seemed to echo with ominous intent while he grew taller and taller and his antlers increased in size.

"Do you really think he can keep me away from you? I don't think you really understand the situation you're in, my dear… You're my plaything, my prey and my meal. If you utter those stupid words again... I'll end Vox's life and broadcast his screams for every disrespectful wreck who dares to take what's MINE”

You were on the floor, you shaky legs were to weak to stand on their own, while Alastor’s glowing eyes pierced through your soul.

"Have I made myself clear?" He asks, leaning slightly so that his face is close to yours. You nod, lips pressed together, too scared to speak.

He tilted his head, his eyes softened, but the smirk that played on his lips refused to yield, a silent mockery that belied his gentle gaze.

In stark contrast to the anger that had consumed him mere moments ago, his voice now returned to its normal tone as he uttered the words “good girl” while petting your head.

The transition was jarring, as if a storm had suddenly given way to a calm, clear sky, leaving those around him bewildered by the sudden shift in his demeanor.

He straighten up and turns his back to you “Come now, I don’t know for you my dear but all that action has worked up quite an appetite, I'm absolutely famished !” he chuckles darkly as he starts walking towards your room.

He didn't give you time to get up, as one of his tentacles wrapped itself around your waist forcefully.

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Next thing you know, Alastor was sitting at the edge of your bed, you straddling his lap facing him, with only your bra and skirt remaining still while your shirt was torn on the floor.

“You are terrible liar” Alastor force you to look at his smirking face.

“You didn’t make any deal .. yet” as he states those words without any warning he bites your neck, you let out a cry of surprise, you tried to get away, pushing him away in vain, he had one firm hand placed on your hips his claws digging in harder and harder each time you moved. Ironically his other hand holds yours in a romantic embrace, your fingers intertwined to his.

“Stay still, or I will devour you. You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself right now little one”, he can't help it, it's been a week since he's tasted you, since he's bitten your pretty little body, everything about you drives him crazy, your smell ahh your smell.

He goes back to your neck this time nestling there, inhaling deeply and then proceed to lick the spot he bit earlier, licking up the blood, his tongue started to go down, until he reached your breasts still covered with your bra, he looks up at you, smirking.

You were a trembling mess, your emotions swirled like a tempest, fear tightening your chest with every breath, embarrassment flooding your cheeks with a telltale blush. Yet amidst the chaos, a stirring of arousal sent shivers along your back, a well too familiar feeling between your thighs started to show up much to your dismay.

His hand, which was on your hips moved with a slow, deliberate, grace, gradually tracing a path upwards, each caress sending shivers down your spine until it reached the delicate lace of your bra.

His eyes were still staring into yours, drinking in your every reaction as his claws ripped the clasp of your bra, freeing your breasts for his hungry eyes to see.

You tried to cover them with your hand but He withdraws it “a-a”, he says sarcastically before his tongue trace a sensual path along your neck, gradually venturing lower and lower, your breath came in shallow gaps, each inhalation tinged with anticipation.

He finally reaches your chest, his tongue tracing precise circles around your nipples, you try to stifle your moans with your hand, but he suddenly bites your breast, making you cry out his name as he chuckles.

He continues for a while without ever ceasing to lick and bite, his hand still intertwined with yours, as you keep whimpering.

He was getting excited each sounds that came out of your mouth made him feral making his antlers grow and his eyes took on a predatory gleam, a never stopping hunger.

Without Warning, he forcefully lifted you from his lap, abruptly changing position as he pushed you down onto the bed, he slid your legs up onto his shoulders, giving him access to your thighs which he didn’t wait a minute before biting on it much more harder this time making you yelp in pain.

You watch his shark like teeth digging into the flesh of your skin, eliciting a crimson flow that trickled down you thigh, his tongue darted out to lap at the blood pooling around the wound, hungrily savoring again the metallic tang of the fluid.

“P-Please stop” you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks. He ignores your plead instead he keeps going, biting your other thigh, licking it and then taking another bite, while he slowly gets closer to your cunt.

His fingers played with the edge of your damp panties, teasing you. Your pussy was dripping wet. Your scent was intoxicating, everything about you was intoxicating, the way he was ruining you, both physically and mentally turned him on even more.

He abruptly ripped out your panties, your pussy was now exposed to him, it took him a lot of restraint for him not to eat you right fucking now, just like before.

His index finger teased a delicate trail along your belly, he descended lower his nail traced a deliberate scratch along your skin, igniting a surge of desire that pulsed through your vein.

You weren’t supposed to feel like this, but instead of hating it, you were desperate, one part you wanted him to touch your pussy, make you feel the same feeling of just pure bliss, and the other part, fear just pure fear.

“P-Please don’t go any lower” you plead again each word punctuated by a stifled sob, but it was too late, the demon before you was too intoxicated by your scent, by your wetness, your whole body really.

Again your pretty little mind had no idea about the struggle he was going through right now, struggling to restrain his cannibalistic impulses, and hearing your cries wasn’t helping at all, in the contrary, he derived such pleasure from your tears.

The way your puffy eyes would look at him, lips cutely pressed together, face flushed ahhh don’t blame him for acting out while you look this delicious.

“I want your soul” the demon says, before his finger applied gently pressure to your sensitive button, making you gasp in pleasure, he stroked circular motions over your clit heightened the pace, while watching your face which was trying not to moan but failed miserably.

“Let’s make a deal”, you were surprised by his sudden request “w-what” you stutters out, is he really suggesting it now ? Like right now in the middle of that ?

You couldn’t think straight you were too absorb by the pleasure he was providing you, you shake your head no, which made him stopped his movements making you whine, you look up at him, with that desperate look on your face.

Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside you, causing you to let out a moan of surprise at the sudden intrusion.

Alastor didn’t like the way you reacted to his request and it showed, as he pushes his fingers in and out with a forceful intensity.

He easily found your sweet spot, not letting you the time to process anything, you were a moaning mess at this point, clutching the sheets, fingers digging into the fabric while you begged him to slow down it was all too much for you.

“I will take you under my wig, and in exchange your soul would be mine forever” he declares.

Oh how ironic was it ? The problem himself proposing you this offer, it’s not like this morning you were literally trying to find a solution to get away from him.

You couldn’t reply back, only moans came out of that pretty mouth of yours making him chuckle, the intense heat that was building inside you, ready to be released at any moment was making you dizzy.

And then

He stops

Completely

Leaving you in a state of desperate longing, denied the released you craved.

“A-Alastor” you keep whining, moving your hips desperately.

“Accept my deal… just let it go” you couldn’t resist anymore you needed this so badly, you finally nod which made Alastor’s smile became more sinister as he starts to push his fingers in and out again, each stroke hitting your sweet spot harder, his other free hand comes towards yours to take, “it’s a deal then ?”.

The atmosphere changed drastically, Alastor form was becoming more demonic but you couldn’t care less at this point fear already consumed you, you were too absorb on reaching your climax now.

You hold his hand, nodding eagerly, moaning out a yes, and that’s all he needed to hear. Before you know it a collar appeared around your neck its chain dangling freely for Alastor to hold, which he does.

His fingers was buried deep inside your pussy while his other hand grasped the chain of your collar, you were his now forever there’s no going back.

Your body quivered with anticipation as you were reaching you peak, your tried to speak but your words were incoherent, but Alastor knew what you were about to say.

He suddenly buried his face between your legs, his fingers remaining inside you pumping in and out rapidly, while his tongue was devouring your pussy as if each taste was his last.

Your arched your back and with a shuddering gasp your body convulsed letting waves of pleasure washing over you, your moans getting louder as you finally came.

Your juices were all over his mouth and fingers. He eagerly took all in swallowing it without hesitation, while you were laying there panting and whimpering trying to regain some sense.

Alastor straighten himself, pulling out his fingers and bringing it to his mouth to lick it clean while fixing you with an intense gaze.

After regaining some sort of composure, a flicker of realization crossed over your features “n-n-n-noo what have I done !”, your voice rise in panic as you seat up, which made Alastor laugh with mockery each chuckle making you realize even more in what situation you were in now.

You tried to get off the bed but the grip that had Alastor on the chain held you firmly in place.

��Oh my dear, but I’m not done yet” he says before slamming you back into the bed.

Indeed he wasn’t done yet.

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It’s 3 am and I hope what I wrote made sense

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Nikolai Lantsov x gn! Reader - Kings and fools

A/n: whoops, cannon? she died yesterday. also translations at the end

Summary: Being trapped in a Fjerdan lab isn't much fun, but things do start to get interesting when someone you recognize shows up.

Warnings: Swearing, implied death, implied torture, beating people up, prolly ptsd, just all around fun times.

[Pronouns used: You/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: (romantic!) nikolai x reader]

You were going to laugh because of the sheer hilariousness of this situation. Never-mind, you were currently laughing your head off.

One of the guard's turned around to look at you with fierce eyes and smacked your face thrice just for little a giggle slipping past your lips.

"Tig!" He shouts at you in Fjerdan after hitting your face repeatedly. "Tig!"

But you could care less, because they obviously didn't realize who they had just captured, because if they had, they would be carrying a body bag instead. War would start between Ravka and Fjerda, or perhaps they would keep it a secret and invade Ravka knowing they had a dead king.

The King of fucking Ravka was shoved into your cell.

The Fjerdan guard scampered off probably because he had spent too much time on such a lowly prisoner not knowing if he used his fucking eyes he would see that he would be getting a raise within the hour.

Alas, he didn't and now you were stuck with an unwanted roommate.

"Are you okay?" He whispered to you, and your breath stopped.

You had not expected that, you had expected some arrogant fool, as kings usually were. Kings and fools were one in the same after all.

"What?"

"He hit you."

Blinking a couple of times, you just shook your head. "He was being kind."

The King narrowed his eyes. "Unless I'm mistaken, kind people do not hurt someone."

You wanted to say that it didn't hurt, but you were weak. The bruises forming would say otherwise, and lying wouldn't get you anywhere. Even so, the only way to survive this place was to be strong, someone slapping you three times because you laughed wasn't the worst you've experienced or seen. A slap was child's play.

"You'll soon find out kindness comes in more forms then one."

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It was Nikolai Lantsov's first true day in this hellish Fjerdan laboratory.

Now he would find out what you were used for.

"Get up." You kick his side as he groans on the dirt floor. "Get up, you babink!"

He throws his head up to look at you with curled lips.

"I certainly won't if you don't ask me nicely."

You have heard of his ability to charm, and you've heard of his large ego, you've found the only thing that's true is the latter. Nikolai has an incredible ego whether it be a facade or not it didn't matter. It was going to cost him his first real beating, and make all the other ones look like mercy.

"Unless you want one of the guards to kick the shit out of you, get up!"

He sighed, but quickly followed your orders and you vaguely wondered if he was used to giving orders rather then receiving them, or if he let all his generals do it for him.

You shouldn't be helping this poor fool, but some part of you still burned with the need to protect your country, and by extension of that the king. It was a part of you that dared to hope, it was weak, and the reason you were in this situation. You thought that hopeful part of you had died the first week you were here, and you knew they weren't coming for you. Despite being their best.

You should have known better then, just like you should know better know.

But you're a fool.

Somehow, for the next five months you manage to shield Nikolai away from the brunt of the nasty atrocities in this lab-rat prison. Both of you do your labor with no foul-language, or whimpers escaping. You manage to stay quiet and to get the guards off his, and your backs. It's a miracle considering he talks so much.

You just hope you can keep him out of the lab.

"So, you know how to speak Ravkan?"

Your back stiffens, and the cuts there sting a little as you do but you manage to ignore it in favor of glaring at the man who's sitting in your cell beside you. How he managed to remember you cursing at him in Ravkan that first morning is beyond you. Usually time will seep deep into bones until there's nothing but the memory of pain, and the moments of suffering. Having someone else there is dangerous, because it lessens the load and makes you a fool, for it gives you hope.

"You should stop asking questions you know the answer to." You muttered while rolling your eyes at him.

"That wasn't my question." He shoved your shoulder, if you weren't here he would have had more strength to not shove it so weakly. If you weren't here, you wouldn't wince slightly anyways, if he hadn't shown up this would have never happened.

His bright piercing gaze meet yours and you wanted to curse for your heart stuttering in your chest. At least you knew there weren't any grisha around to hear it.

Now, that very thought made you sick.

"What do you want to ask me then?" You ask him, as his eyes glint dangerously and you wonder whether kings are the fools, or if it's just the people who get caught in their snare that are.

"Three questions," He bargains. "Then I'll let you sleep."

Pursing your lips, you think about what could go wrong, but you find you don't care. You've been fearing for your life, and pain for over three years, if your name was still uttered around Ravka then Alina Starkov was going to come running for your rescue. It didn't matter if he found out who you were through some silly questions, it was just leveling the playing field. It wasn't fair, you mused, that you knew his identity, but he didn't know yours.

"Fine." You snap.

Plus, you were feeling slightly more sappy tonight, if he wanted to hear your sob story that he's already been told but has forgotten then he could be your guest.

"Where did you live?"

"Fjerda, then Ravka."

"What did you used to, do before all of this." He gestured towards the cell.

"I hunted down the people I used to work for." You speak rather curtly before facing away from him, unwanted memories flickering behind your irises. "I think that's enough questions for tonight."

But he grabs your chin and turns your head to face him as he shifts his body closer to yours so you were only a breath apart.

"I have one more question left."

"I hate you."

He smiled, "No you don't, drüskelle maleni."

You slapped his hand away from your face, and moved away from him with a furious expression written with the frown on your lips.

You thought if anything, he would know you as the spy, not as the drüskelle maleni - the drüskelle ghost.

That's what you were before, someone who had been raised to kill without thought, to someone who found humanity again. Then lost it as they had to repent for their sins.

"I'm sorry lapushka, I shouldn't have-" Nikolai tries to reach out for you, but even in your tiny cell do you manage to move away from him.

"Don't Moi Tsar." You hissed, quickly silencing the King. You didn't hear from him again that night

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Of course the next day was shit.

Nikolai refused to follow any orders and you knew the guards were getting fed up with his behavior. Currently, so were you, did he just forget every lesson you taught him to stay quiet? Was he such a fool as to not realize that if he didn't stay hidden enough they would figure out who he was and he would be dead by morning?

Yet it was not in Nikolai Lantsov's nature to stay quiet, saints, you doubted he even knew the word.

If he was going to be this reckless than you couldn't help him, you wouldn't help him. What's the point if he was bargaining with his own life?

That's what you repeated to yourself anyways, as he was slowly getting dragged off.

"We're taking this demjin to the lab." One grumbled as they pulled Nikolai with a group of soldiers.

Your blood went cold, and your eyes started to fill with dread.

You had been in the lab, once, but they decided they didn't actually need you. Still, you got to see the people being put under terrible things, testing them to see how much the body could handle. There were crimes not even imaginable, so bad that when someone opened their mouth to speak about them, a scream got let out instead.

The unlucky ones would disappear once they crossed the border into the lab. The lucky ones would come back alive, maybe even a little maimed, but alive.

Maybe they weren't so lucky than, maybe the real curse is going through it than surviving it.

Djel, You prayed. Please let this work, for once let me save something instead of kill. Don't use me as your blade but as your shield. Just this once.

You ran up to the guards and tore them off of Nikolai, breaking their grip on him.

"Me jer jonink." You whispered to the King in your mother tongue, not quite knowing what you were asking forgiveness for. Perhaps it was for the way you snapped, or for the lives you've stolen, you don't quite know. Maybe it was for the way he laid his eyes on you, and you on him. The way you've protected him, and the way he's given you hope.

Kings and fools are one in the same.

"What do you think you're doing!" One growled, while the other two held down your arms against your thrashing.

Saving him. "Helping my country, Fjerda." You lifted your chin staring defiantly into their faces. Knowing that you were like them once, killing grisha, only to be shown mercy, and turned into a weapon against the Drüskelle. You could be that one last time, you could serve Ravka, even if it meant death.

You could serve your love.

"You should know that grisha anything but vile, they are good, they are-"

The guard not holding you down, knees you in the gut, causing your knees to tremble and your strength to waiver. Yet the men gripping your arms forced your legs to work, lest you break them.

"Grisha will run this country to the ground!" He yells at you, spit hitting your face.

You knew you had to go further if you wanted them to forget about Nikolai and his stunt of, existing.

Taking a breath you opened your eyes and hoped.

"Fel holm ve koop djet."

Immediately they start to drag you away from Nikolai who tries to shout, to get them to stop, but they ignore the King. Instead they seem to find enjoyment with bruising you up on your way to the lab.

Now you truly understood why you asked for forgiveness, because the look in his eyes as they pulled you away could only scream love.

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-thedelusionreaderbitch

Translations:

Fjerdan:

Tig - Shut up

Drüskelle - Witchhunter

Demjin - Demon

Me jer jonink. - Forgive me

Fel holm ve koop djet. - Our home is better for it

Ravkan:

Babink - Barbarian

Maleni - ghost

Lapushka - Darling

Moi Tsar - My King

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𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 [𝐨𝐧𝐞]

content warnings: heavy gore, zombies, infectious disease, mentions of blood, hospitals, cheating, profanity, violence, usage of weapons and guns, mental health problems, implied anxiety attacks, explicit smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, protected sex

word count: 5.5k

summary: just when everyone thought that the flu-like virus which led to a global outbreak four years ago had finally settled down, a new variant struck that escalated rapidly and became out of control. with limited supplies and life at stake, you were left with no choice but to team up with your ex-boyfriend, oikawa tooru, to navigate and seek shelter.

keiya.speaks: this is an entry for @pixelcafe-network 's 2024 spooktober event 🎃

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You wished that all of this was just inside of your head.

You begged the ups that once you open your eyes, you’ll be in your favorite figs scrub suit, caressing your Beckman Coulter DxH 900 hematology analyzer, praying that the reagents would be enough for your hospital’s bed capacity as your laboratory supervisor forgot to place an order for this month’s supplies.

Or maybe wooing your Cobas e601, hoping that your quality control would be in the range of the mean so you would be able to run all your chemistry specimens smoothly. Maybe when you finally open your eyes, you’ll be back inside the laboratory, signing all your patients’ results as a Medical Laboratory Scientist.

However, when your eyelids unfolded and a baseball bat swung towards you that nearly grazed the tip of your nose, you were back in this stinking reality.

“I swear to fucking hell, Tooru, stop spinning the bat like that, you nearly hit me again!” you hissed, trying to avoid the piece of wood for the nth time. Your eyes caught a glimpse of the nip of skin that has been hanging around the bloody barbed wires wrapped around it for heavens knows how long and instantly, you felt your insides turning upside down, nearly throwing the acid of your stomach in disgust. 

“Aww, chibi-chan is annoyed, you’re too cute to be annoyed. You can’t be annoyed at me, darling. You’re stuck with me.” Tooru smiled, his eyes turning crescents while grabbing a few cans of easy-open tuna paella and throwing it into the creaky shopping cart.

You’re back in this reality where everyone around you has turned into a living dead—basically zombies. People might think that this is just a foolish tale told by someone like you however, it wasn’t. When everyone thought that the Corona virus that set the world into a pandemic four years ago had ended, well it hasn’t really ended that well yet.

A new variant mutated and current vaccines didn’t work that much into protecting the people. Eventually. Everyone started getting sick again and the cases doubled, tripled, and continued proliferating like hell. Hospitals were full of patients with flu-like symptoms and quarantine was implemented once again. With the lack of research and scientific approach, never have you ever imagined that the simple flu virus that was once contained will mutate into something more damned, something more hellish—and that is taking over its host’s nervous system and respiratory tract, owning it completely just like the mad cow and rabies disease. At this point, you didn’t really understand it that much because there’s a lot of factors and unknown elements. With that, the once feared virus has already taken over the world again but this time, much worse than the first one.

Two weeks since the virus has flipped Japan 360 degrees, 14 days of being stuck to survive with Oikawa Tooru, your ex-boyfriend. 

Shit happens for real, right? But when that menace, caramel-eyed, 6 footer guy who dragged his best friend, Iwaizumi Hajime, into his shenanigans suddenly showed up in your workplace with a bouquet of flowers 3 years after your break-up, you felt your blood boiling as the last thing you wanted to see is his face.

And another shit happens is that the very same day he showed his arrogant face to you, that’s also the day when the whole city went rabid and everyone suddenly started biting each other as the undead symptoms manifested in most of your emergency room patients. It was like a trigger that suddenly detonated, sending signals to all of the infected to attack.

That’s how you found yourself in an abandoned grocery, picking up some goods before you eventually hit the road to seek a temporary shelter while looking for a permanent one with your ex-boyfriend, who’s now taking advantage of the life or death situation to get closer to you once more.

“Phew, looks like we got everything we needed.”

Your gaze shifted to the items inside the cart. Canned goods, instant meals, protein bars, biscuits, some snacks, bottled waters that could probably last up to a few days depending on the consumption, energy drinks, basic medicine and first aid, batteries, ropes, some toiletries and personal necessities, and a box of condoms.

Box of condoms?

“Oikawa Tooru, you perverted sex animal!” you felt your face heating up despite the broken air conditioner kept on running, setting the whole area into freezing point.

Tooru was laughing his ass off as you picked up and threw the packets of rubber on his chest. He was bursting so much that he dramatically wiped his fake tears.

“We’re in the middle of a fucking apocalypse and you still have the time to pull shitty pranks just like that!” you exclaimed, face puffing in vexation. “If you don’t have a goddamn thing to do—”

“GRRAAAGH!”

“Fuck!”

A squeal leaped out of your mouth as you saw a flesh-rotting guy approaching Tooru from behind. It let out a deafening howl, echoing in the empty store. Its skin was pale, almost white with purple veins popping in its throat up to its face. The pieces of tissue that were decomposing and filled with maggots were falling into the floor, scattering everywhere. Eyes were bloodshot and scarlet red blood was pouring out of its mouth, approaching the both of you with speed. It can fucking run?! 

In an instant, Tooru secured you behind his back and gripped on the bat’s handle with force. As the raving undead approached, he swung the piece of wood with full strength, leaving a huge missing chunk on the man’s head as the muscle flew away due to the impact. Blood spurted out everywhere and you could see pieces of its brain being tangled in the barbed wires. It fell on the ground convulsing before becoming motionless, indicating that it’s already finally dead again.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Tooru’s eyes landed on you, checking you from head to toe.

You were frozen in your place, still trying to comprehend what happened. It wasn’t the first time that you were attacked yet you could still feel your insides being scrambled whenever you’re placed in the exact situation. You felt like you’ll seriously never gonna get used to this scenario.

“Y-yeah, I’m alright. A-are you okay?” you questioned, meeting his brown orbs back. Tooru just laughed hysterically, pushing his hair back and settling the wood just above his shoulders.

“Of course! It’s the grand king after all.”

Piece of shit. You thought. He’s already 27 yet the silly nickname that he was given way back in his junior high volleyball days were still fixated on him. He’s a serious menace.

“C’mon, Iwa’s probably wondering why the hell we’re taking too long. As much as I wanted to say that we took this precious time to make out, I’d rather not.” he commented as he pushed the cart forward. You could see from his back how his gaze changed, sensing if there’s still a threat around you.

When the both of you exited the store, you were greeted by your two companies.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Tobio hurriedly went towards you, examining your physical state. “We heard the noise from outside. We're ready to barge in, you know?”

“Oi. I’m here. Why didn’t you ask me too?” Tooru sniggered in annoyance as the black-haired man continued ignoring him as he was not existing at all. Of course, the former did not let it go and started a childish, rivalry eye to eye against each other.

It was just broken when Iwaizumi squeezed himself in between to check the items inside the cart.

“You guys forgot my snickers, you fuckers.” his forehead creased when he did not catch a glimpse of his favorite chocolate bar that he clearly instructed earlier. You mentally slapped your head as you realized it just now.

“Now Iwa-chan, this is not the right time to freaking enjoy a chocolate bar.”

“Shut the fuck up, you trash. I’ll stuff this cart into your mouth.”

“And I love you too, Iwa-chan!”

Both you and Tobio stood there with a facepalm on your faces as you watched the two best friends bicker with each other in the middle of goddamn ruins. Some people wouldn't be convinced that they have been friends since high school but they really are.

One of the few good things despite the catastrophe is that you somehow luckily ended up with the people you’ve already known. When your workplace turned into madness, Tooru and Hajime managed to pull you away from the crowd of insanity to hide and ended up escaping together safely to the hospital’s parking lot. However, little did the three of you know that there’s also a few undead lurking there. You felt the numbness taking over your body as you recognized some of them as your colleagues—Yamaguchi Tadashi, a nurse on the 6th floor and Sugawara Koshi, a pediatric resident. They were moving mindlessly, drool dripping on their lips as they no longer recognized their own self.

Before Tooru could drag you away from it, a familiar Suzuki Jimny in solid kinetic yellow stopped in front of you. The door flew open, revealing Kageyama Tobio, a phlebotomist and your college friend, screaming to the three of you to get inside the car.

And that’s how you ended up navigating the now ghost roads of Miyagi with these three. The first instinct is to drive to the government facilities in Tokyo to get help; however, it is nearly impossible to reach your destination when you’re unarmed, have no supplies, and do not know what terror lies ahead on those roads. Good thing is that there’s still electricity and water, however, cellular phone signals and wifi are now down so you couldn’t get any help through local authorities. With that, the three of you decided to stick with each other to gather and prepare everything you needed and move little by little at a time.

“Man, you seriously have horrible taste in color.” Tooru spoke to Tobio as he closed the door of his Suzuki Jimny, clearly provoking the younger one instead, all he received was a scoff, ignoring his remark.

“Tooru, stop it.” you berated your ex-boyfriend and blew you a kiss instead that made your eye roll heavenly.

In no time, you’re back on the road with Hajime driving, Tobio on the passenger seat, leaving you and Tooru in the backseat. Your itinerary for today is to find a house to stay in for a few days before finally driving out of Miyagi for good since the last house you went to got infested with undead.

Every night, you get nightmares from the images of the undead. Whenever you dream about it, it’s always detailed to the point that you could smell the malodorous odor of the rotting bodies. The terrifying screams were also echoing in your eardrums that sometimes sent a strike of headache on your head. But sometimes, you also dream about your life before all of this happens. Your happy life whom you’ve worked hard to achieve. Somehow, you managed to pull yourself together otherwise, you’ll lose your sanity and even worse, become one of the undead. However, you really don’t know how long you could still hold yourself in one piece.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Tooru managed to tickle your sides as your mind was hastily floating in cloud nine. You turned to him and saw his soft gaze locking on you. You noticed how his hazel hair that matched the color of his eyes is now cropped into a shorter one compared to its length when you were still dating him three years ago. He’s also wearing a graded specs now whom you did not recall him having one before. His pointed nose and chiseled jaw are now more prominent due to the weight and baby fats he lost. Arms and body became more muscular, skin got a little tanner than usual probably because of his training in Argentina as a professional volleyball player.

Tooru’s really handsome. He’s got the type of attractiveness where you’ll look over your shoulders to glimpse at him once again whenever he passes by. Despite his childish personality, he’s really kind and a gentleman that made him easy to penetrate inside the heart of his crowd. He’s got the aura wherein he can bring the best out of you when you’re with him. He's like the daylight you’ll see when you reach the end of the night sky.

Your relationship with him was stable. You fight but all the arguments are talked and reflected thoroughly. He always gives you whatever you want and need. Handles your tantrums very well and does not hold grudges against you or anyone else. He makes sure that he can show and make you feel all the love languages he could ever think of. He’s the best boyfriend and best friend you’ve ever had. It was so strangely stable to the point that you thought that he’s the one you’ll marry. However, when he accidentally left his phone in your apartment and you caught a glimpse of a contact with a picture of a girl asking if he had fun last night with her on his text messages, your dream of marrying him and being each other’s end game shattered.

He tried calling and chasing you for almost a week after that but you didn’t give him a chance to explain, knowing that only bullshit will come out of his mouth after he blatantly cheated on you just like that. After that, the only news you heard about him is that he’s flying to Argentina to turn his dreams into reality of becoming a professional volleyball player. He never tried contacting you again after that, not even once.

Three years later, he finally achieved his dreams as he’s all over the news as the best setter CA San Juan has ever had and now he’s suddenly back as if nothing happened between the two of you, alive and kicking. 

“Nothing, just tired.” you lied, not having any energy left to converse with him. You felt a calloused, warm hand placed above your left elbow, thumb caressing your skin. Your eyes flew and saw Tooru’s bruised and wounded hand attempting to soothe yours. “What the hell—”

“It’ll be alright, Y/N. I promise you. We’ll get through this, just like we always have.” he left out a soft yet reassuring smile before releasing your arm. You don’t know why but you felt like a hope ignited inside you. A sense of solace hit as you felt that Tooru never once had second thoughts in you. 

You find yourself erupting a small smile. There’s indeed hope despite the darkest times.

Standing in front of a 2-storey modern house, you clutched your baseball bat as you prepared yourself for a possible undead atack. It wasn’t that big but it’s enough for a family of three to live in. The exterior has a monochrome color palette with wooden doors and tinted glass windows that reflect your worn out states. It also has a balcony that has a few clothes hanging on the railing.

“Do you think it’s safe?” Hajime looked up at the towering building.

“I hope so.” Tobio answered, leading towards the door.

Slowly, Tobio twisted the automated door knob that surprisingly opened without any difficulty. The four of you exchanged looks, swallowing the balling lump in your throats as you set a foot inside the house. You were greeted by an eerie silence upon entering the abandoned house. It was decorated with lavish interiors and monochromatic palette, matching with the exteriors. The floor is made with oak wood and the walls are marble that added extra fire to the aesthetics. The second floor has a bathroom, one master bedroom, a guest room with two beds and a balcony that faces the streets. Overall, it’s a nice house and seems like the owner is well-off based on their residence.

Hajime and Tooru checked the second floor and found nothing but a few pieces of clothes that seemingly belonged to a man. However, inside the closet of the master bedroom, they found a leather bag of guns, ammunition and a copy of the firearm’s registration. You were not knowledgeable that much in firearms but you immediately recognized AK-47, M16, and the famous Smith & Wesson Model 27 that you once saw in the anime Banana Fish.

“Damn, so those really exist in real life.” Tooru made an exaggerated comment as the weapons were carefully being laid in the long coffee table by Tobio.

“We’re already in an apocalypse, you shithead. Guns like these are more realistic than this fucking hell situation.” Hajime retorted, blood is always boiling at his best friend’s idiocratic remarks.

“Let’s just keep these in one place and take it once we’re moving away. For now, let’s stick with our current weapons so we can utilize everything at once.” you proposed, earning quick nods from the boys.

“Ah, my darling is so clever! Come and give me a hug.” attempting to cage you in his chest, you quickly dodged your ex-boyfriend's arms and pointed the baseball bat a few inches away from his face.

“Don’t you dare touch me, Oikawa.”

“Why? You loved my touches. You were begging for my touch—”

“Shut it!”

You shused him by swiftly covering his mouth with your right hand. You could feel his lips twitching against your touch, eyes forming a curve as he smiled infuriatingly.

“Love birds, take your business upstairs. Me and Tobio will share the guest room, the two of you in the master bedroom so you can make peace with your demons. Don’t think of bitching up because I ain’t taking any shit today.” Hajime firmly said before grabbing the weapons one by one to store them in the small compartment under the coffee table. You felt your face being flushed with much embarrassment as the two guys witnessed your bantering. Tobio was about to appeal but he met the death stare of Hajime, making him pursed his lips.

You couldn’t even remember the last time you shared a room with your ex-boyfriend. The whole 14 days with him, you either get your own space or share a room with all of them. That's why your vital organ is now leaping so hard that it might jump out of your ribcage.

After arranging and dividing the supplies so that it can last for a few days, the four of you improvised a barricade on the door and covered the window so that you wouldn’t see the streets outside that holds a few abandoned cars, splurt of blood on the road, decomposing human pieces, and some bodies that are unrecognizable.

Seeing the first-aid kit that you grabbed earlier in the kitchen counter, the memory of Tooru’s wounded and bruised hand suddenly flashed in your mind. Without a second thought, you found yourself getting ice from the functional freezer and wrapping it in a clean cloth before wetting the piece of fabric so that the cold temperature could easily penetrate. In no time, you were now standing in front of the master’s bedroom, slowly peeking to see if Tooru’s awake.

You saw him sitting on the edge of the bed that is facing the door, clutching a polaroid film in his hand. His face is blank yet a void of sadness was swarming in his brown eyes as he sighed and kept the picture back in his wallet. Your lips parted as you recognized that he’s still using the wallet you gifted him on his last birthday before you broke up.

“Tooru?” you spoke, casually pushing the door. “Can I come in?”

He let out a chuckle. “Of course you can.”

With that, you slid your body inside the room. His eyes were fixated on you as you sat down beside him, placing the kit on your lap. Your hands were trembling as you reached for him, which he willingly lifted without any question, gently patting the iced towel on his bruises that he probably got from mishandling the baseball bat.

“Wow, never have I ever imagined that I’ll get a special treatment from a medical laboratory scientist. You know you can just kiss the boo boo and it’ll go away instantly.” he winked, making you roll your eyes at him again.

“Shut up. My treatment fee is really expensive for idiots like you.” picking up the disinfectant, you slowly rubbed it on the sides of the small cuts with a clean cotton ball, earning a winced from him as the sting penetrated the wound.

Tooru was silent the whole time you’re icing and dressing his hand. He knows that whenever you're doing something healthcare related, you don’t want to be disturbed as you pour your hundred percent concentration into it. He knows this better than you.

“You never gave me a chance to explain myself, Y/N.” he opened up when he saw you finished sealing the wrapped gauze pad around his palm. “At least let me explain this time. I cannot swallow the fact that we’re already in the middle of this goddamn situation and you still haven’t got the peace of mind you deserve.”

You could feel his stare burning at you. When you met his eyes, it was full of perseverance as if he’s not going to let you exit the room without listening to his explanation. To be honest, you really don’t know to yourself why you’re refusing to hear his side. Maybe you’re afraid of the confrontation. Maybe you’re scared of the fact that he cheated and he’s going to confess it in front of your face. Maybe you’re rejecting the reality that Oikawa Tooru did cheat on you with somebody else.

Gathering all your strength, you let out a deep exhale before speaking. “Give me a reason not to kick you out of this room.”

Tooru’s demeanor changed when he heard those words. It was hard for him to gain your trust once again after everything but if he’s given the chance, he will never let go and prove himself to be worthy of your heart once again.

“It was a prank.” he started, making your face puzzled. “It was a fucking shitty prank pulled by my teammate, Kindaichi. I remember him doing the same thing to Kunimi before but we all laughed it off since Kunimi’s single. I don’t remember when he did it but I think when I left my phone in the locker. He changed his number’s contact photo and name into a girl’s name. After that I went straight to your apartment. I seriously forgot the existence of my phone that day since we’re really having fun and I was late for my practice the next day. When Kindaichi heard that I left my phone somewhere, he texted it and that’s the part where you saw it and thought that I was cheating on you. I confronted him after that with Iwa-chan. That's why I know all of it and he said sorry. I never spoke to him after that.”

He let out a sad smile. “That’s basically everything. I tried contacting you, calling, messaging, and waited outside of your apartment for three hours but you weren’t there. I really wanted to talk with you because we both know that I’ll be leaving for Argentina in a few weeks but yeah, it happened and we can’t really change anything about it anymore.”

Tooru’s bandaged hands slowly made its way to yours, clasping both of his palms on your hands. “I’m so sorry that I let it go just like that. I know that I’m three years late but if there’s anything that I can do to make everything right again, I’ll prove it to you in any way you want just to trust me once again. Even as just friends…Y/N, you’re the best girlfriend and best friend I ever had in my whole life and thinking about everything that happened between us and how it ended just like that puts me in misery.”

Fuck. you thought. You don’t know if the world is playing with your vulnerability right now but after hearing everything, you feel like you’re stoned in your place. You feel like your insides are being scrambled and you wanted to vomit every single thing you ate for the last 14 days with him. All this time, it was a prank. A fucking prank that caused so much damage in both of your lives and relationship. A prank that made you lose your former significant other. And the most fucked up thing about it was you could’ve done something to prevent your relationship from crumbling down. It was completely in your control yet you let him slip away from your finger. If it wasn’t for your stubbornness, Oikawa Tooru is still your partner until today.

“Shit! Y/N, I—sorry! Fuck, please don’t cry.” Tooru panicked when he saw the pooling liquid in your eyes start streaming down your cheeks, eventually wetting both of your hands. You didn’t even realize that you were already a crying mess as you hollow your cheeks to prevent the pitiful sobs escaping your mouth.

With much fragility, Tooru enclosed your trembling body into a warm hug that instantly melted all the pain you’ve been feeling. You could hear your hearts beating together against each other’s chest.

“It’s okay. We’re okay now. I finally found you again. I love you so damn much, Y/N.” he whispered in your ear, right hand caressing your back.

After a few minutes of staying in that position, you finally calmed your hurricane. You pulled away, greeting his worried eyes with your puffy and red ones. Upon meeting his gaze, you felt your heart soften as Tooru’s caramel ones penetrated in yours. His lips formed into a small smile when he saw the way you looked at him.

He will never forget those doe eyes of yours. The very first time he saw your eyes, he instantly fell in love and he knows deep inside that he’ll keep on falling in love with you in every chance he gets. In every universe and in every lifetime, his heart only belongs solely to you.

Your faces acted on their own, slowly moving towards each other until your warm lips clasped with each other. The tension that was middling the two of you finally broke today. It started gentle, lips moving together in sync not until Tooru’s hand grabbed your jaw, lightly turning your face to the side to deepen the kiss as he explored the cave of your mouth that he hasn’t tasted for years.

You pushed yourself above him, finally straddling his lap and wrapping both of your arms around his neck as the innocent kiss suddenly turned into a heated one. Tooru would lie if he said that he didn’t miss all of this. The feeling of being intimate with someone that he hasn't given a chance after your break up because he doesn’t want to do this thing if it’s not with you.

Grinding yourself against him, you felt the growing bulge that was now poking your heated core. You couldn’t help but to let out a soft moan that made Tooru halt his action. It turned him on.

“Y/N, do you want to do this?” he asked, eyes now filled with lust. You nodded, wiping the corner of your mouth. You could feel your cheeks firing up as embarrassment crept in your soul for wanting him.

“Words, love. I need your consensual words.” he commanded you.

Despite the awkwardness you’re feeling, you couldn’t help yourself especially when you felt him fully erected under you. “Y-yes, Let’s do this.”

That’s all it takes for Tooru to gently place you in the bed and continue kissing your unattended mouth. His hands started roaming around your breasts, squeezing both of it tenderly that earned another moan from you. You felt him smirking against the kiss before he humped above you, aligning his clothed bulge that was restraining against his jeans and rubbing it against your clothed pussy.

It ignited a pool of wetness as you felt the hardness being rubbed in you.

“H-hgggh…Shit,” you cursed, eyes shutting from the luscious friction.

“Fuck, Y/N. I’m so hard for you.” Tooru said as he massaged your core with his hand. He felt the wetness leaking from your clothes that made him bite his lip in horniness.

He went down from his position as he pulled the hem of your scrub suits down, completely removing your bottom garment that revealed your wet panties. Tooru mentally cursed at his view. All he did was kiss and teased you and yet, you’re already a pooling mess for him. The way how your body reacts to you is driving him insane.

Slender fingers started circling around your clothed core that sent a jolt of pleasure in your body, making your back arch. Tugging the only piece of your bottoms down, he successfully removed the clothing swiftly. He was welcomed with your dripping pussy for him. He didn’t waste another second and devoured it hungrily, tongue nibbling your clit.

“Ahh!” you let out a loud moan as his warm muscle made contact with your pussy. He was licking and placing soft kisses before alternating it with sharp circles by his tongue. The way he glides his mouth against it was driving you in nuts, almost making you see stars.

“Shit shit Tooru, it feels so good!” you did hesitate to let out another moan when he inserted a finger inside you. When he felt that your walls adjusted to it, he slid another one before moving his digits in and out.

You don’t know what to feel due to the intense pleasure that was being thrown at you when he started scissoring his fingers inside. You felt like you could cum with just his fingers. Tooru’s eyes never left your sight and watched how you’re taking his fingers really good.

“F-fuck, Tooru. Please! I want you…Fuck me! I want to come in your dick,” you pleaded messily as you felt your stomach being tied in knots.

With that, he took his fingers out and started stripping his bottoms. His aching hardened cock finally freed itself and slapped against his abdomen. This wasn’t the first time that you saw Tooru naked and this wasn’t definitely the first time that you saw his member but shit, its length and size never fails to amaze you.

Quickly grabbing his wallet, he took out a piece of rubber which you quickly recognized.

“You really took the condoms earlier?” you asked, eyeing at the packet of condom that is now being torn from its packaging.

“Just a few pieces. For emergency.” he grinned as he slid the rubber on his dick without any problem. You laughed as you already expected that from him.

Positioning himself between your legs, he grabbed the shaft and started rubbing the tip against your pussy, almost teasing you. The damn idiot was smirking the whole time and slammed his dick inside you that made you yelp.

“Fuck! Tooru, what the hell?!”

“You like it rough, don’t you?”

He started rocking his hips slowly before picking a consistent pace that made him groan in pleasure.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet, Y/N. Fuck love, I love you and your pussy so much.” he said in between the thrust like he’s worshiping your whole self. You let out a chuckle that was replaced with erotic sounds as he started thrusting in a much faster pace. You felt your walls being stretched out but at the same time, it felt so good that his dick’s the one who’s stretching you out. Tooru found your g-spot in between the thrust that earned you a loud moan as the waves of electricity slammed your body.

“Yes! There! I-it’s so good! Y-you’re so good!” you moaned out as the same spot was abused by his dick repeatedly.

You felt that he’s nearing because his thrust became incredibly faster and impatient. His face was now grunting as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, lips parted in pleasure. Your stomach starts hardening as your core feels like it’s going to combust anytime. Your insides are tightening so much, indicating that you’re also nearing.

“T-tooru, M’gonna c-cum,”

“Me too, love. Me too.”

He replied incoherently, thrusting a few times more before pulling his member out, coming inside the piece of latex. You also released the coil that is forming inside you before he could even pull his dick out.

The both of you were panting so hard with your legs trembling and chest heaving. Tooru collapses on your top with a smile, kissing your lips once more before burying his face on your neck.

“I love you, Y/N.” he said, which made you let out a genuine smile.

Meanwhile, across the wooden door of the master’s bedroom, Tobio was standing with two cups of your favorite 3-in-1 iced coffee that was meant for you and him, right hand completely frozen on the doorknob’s surface as he listened to the alternating erotic moans launching from each other’s mouth while making love.

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hi!! love your work!! what about a jamie tartt piece where reader is a theatre actress or something more “nerdy” and the team finds out??

I am SO SORRY that this took so long to write!! Thank you for requesting!!

damned if i do give a damn what people say

No one can figure out how you and Jamie met. Every time they ask, they’re given a different answer.

“She’s my old forensic optometrist.” “He ran over my goldfish with his car.” “We met years ago while skydiving underwater and just reconnected.”

No one is quite sure the real answer. You and Jamie have been together exactly two months and one day, and it feels like you just appeared from out of nowhere, brought to life by Jamie’s need to never fucking be alone.

It’s not till you’re out at Ola’s with the team when Keeley says, “Ohmigod no fucking way, I know who you are!” that they piece it together.

“You’re on West End! You’re in their production of Midsummer Night’s Dream! Rebecca took me two weeks ago, and I can’t fucking believe I didn’t recognize you! You literally have one of the biggest roles, and you’ve been right in front of me the whole fucking time! I really enjoyed it, by the way,” she continues, “Usually don’t like Shakespeare, but I actually understood it this time!”

You feel like you’re melting from embarrassment, shrinking into Jamie’s arm thrown around your shoulders.

It’s one thing to be on stage, saying someone else’s words to strangers you’ll never see again. It’s another thing entirely to use your own words in front of people you desperately want to like you.

Richard overhears and says, “Oh, that’s how I know you! Jan Maas, Isaac, and I saw it a week and a half ago. It was well-written, for an Englishman.”

“Hold up, bruv,” Isaac interjects, “is that how you two met?”

You shrug, but Jamie isn’t letting you shirk away from this conversation.

“That’s right,” he says proudly. “Keeley was always on me to be more cultured and shit, so I thought I’d go see a play. Made Sam go with me.”

Sam nods from the other side of the table. “She walked on stage and I literally thought he was going to jump up and propose. He was starstruck.”

The group laughs. The idea of Jamie Tartt being starstruck is something else.

“Hold on Jamie,” Ted calls from across the room, “I thought you didn’t like the theater?”

Jamie shrugs. “I don’t. Fucking hate it actually, just didn’t hate that one. Went and bought a ticket every night I was available, just so I could see her. Figured, what’s the point in being a famous footballer if I can’t land a pretty actress?”

Your face is on fire. On stage, it’s covered with thick layers of makeup. You do not feel comfortable around all of these athletic, beautiful, self-assured people. You feel comfortable putting on the disguise that is Helena of Athens. Her cry to the weary night had resonated in your soul the first time the stage manager brought Jamie backstage for a tour. Your heart had picked up to an unhealthy pace the moment you locked eyes, something that was not unnoticed by your romantic costar, the actor playing Demetrius. He had elbowed you and then made himself blessedly scarce, taking note of the way Jamie’s eyes had been scouring the room for you as soon as he walked in. 

He told you later that he scared off the rest of the cast and crew, threatening them with hellish rehearsals and the promise to eat Indian food while in full costume if they “didn’t leave you and that bloody gorgeous footballer alone. I mean, come on people, do you really want her to be single forever?”

You bought him an expensive coffee and $60 foundation as a thank you. He made you promise to invite him to the wedding.

You’re shaken from your thoughts by Ted saying, “Well, isn’t that just the gosh-darn cutest thing I’ve ever heard. You’ll make Jamie a theater nerd yet. Have him singing show tunes on the pitch.”

“You already make us do that, coach,” Jamie retorts, and the room descends into laughter. You join in, feeling comfortable with where you’re at; Jamie’s arm on your shoulder, your hand on his thigh, accepted by the people he loves.

[warnersister]

Post Show Pleazures (Twizted Bliss) - Rockstar!Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

[Bradley Bradshaw x reader, rooster x reader]

Summary: your band was performing as DaggeR 1’s warmup act on their world tour; a group significantly younger than the Nu metal heads - and Rooster thought he could handle having you around, could handle his own hard on’s. But you’re a month in and Manchester proves otherwise.

Warnings: smut, age gap relationship 35//24, degradation, p in v, no protection, oral (m receiving), begging, basically Roo being a perv

This was originally about Munky from Korn, but it didn’t do well so if you’re into Korn maybe check out the original here

Rooster was a respectful guy, he’s midway through his umpteenth fucking world tour for God’s sake, a grown ass man. He kept his distance, stayed way back, promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable; only a young thing after all.

It was all fun and games until it came time for the bands to be introduced to one another. DaggeR 1 had sit in their studio and their manager had put on your music for them all to listen to before they agreed to anything, just like them - a Nu metal mashup with screaming and incoherency every now and then. And they had to admit, you could fucking sing.

And then it was organised, the posters printed, the ads sent out - Twizted Blizter would front for DaggeR 1 in their upcoming tour, formally meeting the week prior in order to get all your affairs straight. “I’m telling you dude she’s real good” Jake said, pushing open the door to the studio as himself and Rooster discussed you.

Rooster stopped in his tracks when he was faced with a young woman with her hands on her hips, stood like some undead Avril Lavigne, smoky eyeshadow, pierced brow, sharp dark nails and this stupid shit eating smirk that he could kiss off your face- wait what?

“Hey! This is the band I was telling you guys about!” Jake introduced you all to each member of the band, Rooster’s eyes lingering on you a little more than necessary. And as you shook his hand and your tongue protruded to wet your blackened lips, teeth bared as you grinned up at him and voice a hell of a lot softer than he expected judging on your voice’s ability to warp into some hellish chant. “It’s a pleasure to meet you” you say meekly, nails scratching his skin slightly as he reluctantly pulled his hand away from your own. “You’ve got rhythm” he tells you and you smile again, appreciatively “that’s what they all say” you reply with a wink. He hadn’t a chance to compute that underlying meaning that sentence suggested, before you shook Coyote’s hand.

“Y’ wanna watch the band?” Coyote asked, walking out of his dressing room; beer in hand. Rooster looked at him and shrugged. “Alright man” your set had already started, band already getting into their stride as the beat gyrated through the venue’s flooring. Rooster took a swig from the bottle as he watched you throw profanities into the mic; hair frazzled around your head, makeup running, sweat dripping off your body, nails digging into your thighs and creating crescent shaped indentations beginning to leak with blood as you scraped them up your skin like a satanic tattoo artist.

Rooster barely made it through the first song before he had to force his way back to the bathrooms, just to rub one out before the show - angrily cursing himself as he hated the way he thought about you, the way you carried yourself, the way he could have you. You were over a decade younger than him and this was disgusting. But as he climaxed and moaned out your name, it felt so goddamn right.

“Mr Bradshaw?” He heard from behind him as he prepared for his own set, head still foggy. He turned to see you staring up at him through your lashes, fingers on one hand fiddling with the index nail on the other, nervously chewing your lip. He gulped at the way you called him. “Yeah hun?” He found himself saying, like some pensioner talking to the teenage intern at the nutcase ward. “Did you like our set?” You asked him, tone dripping with nerves. “Holy fuck yeah it sure was good” he tells you with a smile “really?” Your face lit up as you took a step forward and he certainly didn’t step back. “Yeah. Damn good singer you are.” He tells you and you giggle giddily. “Thank you” you tell him, appreciatively. “I really look up to you as an artist, Mr Bradshaw.” You tell him, honestly. And he almost can’t help but think your honey-laced words are fakery for the horny shit you were doing ten minutes ago. “You do?” He found himself asking, dreamily. Get your shit together, man. You nodded in response. “It’s an honour to be working with you and your band.” You say with a child-like grin, your eyes darting down and up again as fast as they had. “Best of luck for your set.” You said, taking a sip of water. “Not that you need it” you tell him, pivoting and walking in the other direction.

Rooster sighs heavily and runs a hand over his face, seeing his flustered reflection in the mirror across from him, distracted by the obvious wet patch on his trousers. Did you see that? Shit.

And that’s how it went for the rest of the North America tour. You’d play, he’d rub one out, and then he’d head to the stage already dripping in sweat as he’d see your eyes watching him tentatively.

It was on the way to the UK tour when the two bands were mingling on the plane, Rooster excusing himself to get a drink and walking past your group. He looked at your face, sleeping soundly in the arms of your drummer who looked like a shitty Travis Barker wannabe, who raised an eyebrow at Rooster and smirked.

He felt his nostrils flare as he walked on, having to force himself to walk past the two of you again only to see not-Travis stroking your hair and pushing it out of your face and Rooster could tell it was clearly for his benefit. He felt a twisting pang of jealously in his chest as whatshisface threaded a hand under your thighs to pull you closer. Rooster just shook his head and walked back to his seat.

God this is so fucking wrong.

Manchester, England. Ironically where your band formed so you knew exactly where all the best bars were in the area - and as usual, your band was on before DaggeR 1 - your expression hazy and dazed as you blared into the microphone, clawing at your own skin with such desperation Rooster so wished you’d take out on him. And of course, he had to have his inaugural trip to a more private area to sort out his predicament before anyone saw the boner he was nursing.

In his dressing room, he sat palming at the obvious tent in his pants. Cursing himself as he urged his cock for some sort of relief, moaning your name reiteratively like some sort of sickened chant. “Mr Bradshaw?” He heard your voice from the door as you looked at him with widened, evidently startled eyes. “Shit! I-” he began before you slammed the door behind you, him hearing a “sorry!” Squeaked from you and he rushed to pull his pants up and sprint for the door, grabbing your wrist before you could go anywhere. “Did you hear that?” He asked and you gulped with a slight nod. “Shit I’m so sorry-” he began as you pulled your hand away “I didn’t mean to interrupt-” “you must think I’m such a pervert.” He says, running his hands through his hair. “Look I’m so fucking sorry, you must think I’m a real creep, I’m so much older than you and I’m rubbing one out after your sets and it’s disgusting and-” he rants. “Mr Bradshaw” you cut him off and he looks at you. “It’s ok.” You say and he raises his brows. “It is?” You nod “it is perverted but it’s okay cause I get off to you too-” you say honestly and he grunts involuntarily. “You what?” “You heard me” you reply and he grits his jaw. “I can help you Mr Bradshaw-” “shit” he swears and drags you back into his dressing room, making sure to shut the door tightly and pushing you against it.

“Are you okay with what I’m ’bouta do to you?” He asks and you consent “I’m a grown ass woman Mr Bradshaw” you say “I’m okay with it” “shit call me that again” “Mr Bradshaw?” He groans “yeah that” “Mr Bradshaw” his knees go weak and he slinks back onto his couch with a groan, watching you sink to your knees as you undo his pants and palming him through his boxers. “Please forgive me I’m so disgusting” he says, as you take him into your hand “I’m a filthy pervert” he breathes as you lick a stripe up the bottom of his cock “you’re too pure for a sick old man like me” he says, as your head begins to bob “I don’t deserve this.” He says, embarrassed how quickly he was building up to his orgasm “please make me cum” he begs as you hollow out your cheeks and he shoots cum into the back of your throat, throwing his head back as he watches you swallow his cum through hooded eyelids.

“Shit” he groans as he pulls you forward as he stands up, laying you on your back on the couch “how much do you like these pants?” He asks and you shrug as he uses a decent deal of effort to rip the flimsy material along with your underwear. “They were expensive though-” you sigh “shit I’m sorry. I should’ve checked, I’m such a sleaze. So desperate for you. I’ll take you shopping, I sound like some goddamn sugar daddy-” “Bradley, it’s okay.” You tell him and he groans pathetically as he sinks into you, your arms reaching around his neck as he peppers kisses onto your stage-sweated face. “M sorry. ‘M such a perv.” He reiterates again and again and you shut him up by kissing him firmly on the lips and clawing your sharp nails into his back.

“You are a perv” you breathe “‘nd this shouldn’t feel right” you agree and he cries out “I look up to you” you say “and I’m letting you down” he groans, feeling you hook your legs around his waist. “But I can’t stop it’s so good” he moans as he cums inside of you, watching your face contort in pleasure as you came moments after. “Shit I came inside of you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” “you’re good” you breathe with a smile, catching your breath as he pulls out of you and provides you with an oversized pair of khakis in lieu of your trousers in odder to accommodate the lack there of, collecting himself and looking at you, hands delicately reaching up to cradle your face as he looks you over, touch so gentle as if you were an antique doll. “M sorry you’re too good for me. He says, kissing your forehead. “It’s okay Mr Bradshaw, I liked it.” He groaned as you kissed his palm and leant into his touch.

“Oh Mr Bradshaw, I made your back bleed” you say, eyes full of concern as a drop of blood seeps onto your thumb. He takes your hand in his and licks the blood off your thumb “good I deserve to be punished.” He says, walking you backward until your back hit the door, leaning against it and effectively trapping you on it as he leans down to pepper your lips with hot open mouth kisses. “M such a pervert”

“Two minutes, Rooster” you heard from beyond the door as he moaned, frustrated. “You’ll be great, Mr Bradshaw. Like you always are” you tell him, eyes full of pride. “And I’ll be in here when you’re done” you promise and he whimpers “make sure you don’t have the pants on” he says, before smacking his own head “asshole” he curses himself as you open the door “go be great, Rooster” you say as he walks over the threshold. “Don’t you want a shirt?” You ask and he walks away with a bleeding back “nah they can watch me bleed knownin’ it was you, princess” he says, thrusting his hands into his hair as he cursed himself for being such a crude and corruptive son of a bitch.

And he cried and fucked you all over again once the show was done, feeling every bit guilty- but not really.

And in the following show, Leeds, he sat through your whole set and as soon as you walked off stage, he picked you up at the waist and slung you over his shoulder, marching running to his dressing room not really taking care as to who sees, offering a cocky look to your drummer as you head past him. “Pervert” he says under his voice “hell yeah I am!” He shouts with a holler as he licked the exposed skin on your upper thigh, “and she’s gonna fuck me and call me names until I feel so guilty I cry!” slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

[whalyrae]

DANCE WITH ME - CHAPTER 2

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”

Summary : All your life, you thought you were a beta, a simple and boring beta. Until everything change. But now that you've presented yourself as an omega, how will you manage to live and hide it from your six friends and best friend, all alphas and all in the same pack? (a/n : I'm a shit for summary I'm so sorry-)

Genre : soulmate au (of course I'm a bitch for this), omegaverse, bangtan alphas au!, omega reader, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 2.5K

Warnings : the usual one I guess, like smut, angst, fluff (yeah its a warning for some people ) mention of depression, abusive parents (physically and morally), violence and blood, PTSD, scars, self harm,...

A/N : here's the chapter 2 !! Hope you'll like it ! Ah and if you want to be added to the tag list for this story feel free to let me know ! Thank you so much for all the likes here and on ao3 AND for the 200 followers !!💜 I'm so happy ppl likes my writing even though english is not my first language and I don't have any confidence with my writing skills >w< Love y'all ♥

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After a hellish start to the week and the pain of spending your first heat alone in your room, you got a call from Seokjin who gave you the green light to go home. He then teased you that you wouldn't be smothered by the pheromones of the alphas. 

But you still felt them, stronger and more present than ever. They were all different. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. These smells were so strong, but you felt... safe? You couldn't describe what you were feeling. 

You hadn't even entered your apartment yet, you were just standing in front of your front door, in the hallway. But you could feel them. With Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi's apartment next door and Jungkook and Hoseok's above, you were completely surrounded by their alphas' smells and pheromones. 

But quickly you shook your head to regain your senses. It was the omega in you talking, which you wanted to avoid at all costs.

You were ashamed, you hated yourself.

You finally opened the door with a sigh and dropped your bag on the floor before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"Noona, you're finally here!"

Jungkook's cheerful voice made you laugh. You couldn't resist him. He was so cute, so adorable. You hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

However, it was the first time, that you felt that sweet warmness taking place in your stomach. It was... strange but far, far from unpleasant.

You don't even know how long the two of you had been like that. But eventually you realized that he was close, too close to you. The suppressants you took this morning were not yet fully effective, and you didn't have any patches on you yet. 

He might find out that you were in fact an omega. He couldn't know, no one could know.

You felt bad for lying to them, but things would change if they knew the truth. Would they even ask you to leave? You didn't want to... no, you didn't want to risk causing trouble or whatever.

You finally stepped back and cleared your throat. Jungkook seemed as confused as you were. You looked at each other for a few seconds, both confused, but soon you felt the presence of a third person. Seokjin. He didn't seem to have noticed the slight awkwardness between you.

He was about to leave for his café. You could tell it by his outfit. His white shirt showed his broad shoulders perfectly. If he turned around you could see his beautifully muscled back and...

“Did you have a good trip? If you're hungry, there's some jappchae left.”

He walked towards them, and Jungkook naturally shifted. They were all alphas, but a certain hierarchy had naturally emerged among them. Namjoon, the dominant alpha, then the others, from the oldest to the youngest. 

Seokjin being the oldest, he imposed his respect on his cadets, although the younger ones were always teasing him and giving him a hard time.

You shook your head slightly and pursed your lips between them. Their alpha auras were weighing on you.

And most of all, you hated having to admit that you liked it.

You wished you could pretend to be tired and lock yourself in your room and sleep until the next day. But unfortunately, classes were starting this afternoon. Especially since a new term was starting.

“Y/n, is everything okay?”

Jin's sudden question made you panic slightly. You looked up to meet his eyes and felt a wave of heat take over your body again. Damn medicines, it was taking way too long to take effect.

“It was bad at your home again, wasn't it?” Jin asked in a soft voice. 

You nodded, because it was partly the truth.

“My mother specifically asked me not to show up anymore,” you replied, dropping into the couch.

Seokjin and Jungkook glanced at each other. You didn't even have the strength to cry anymore.

“Those bourgeois are really fucking annoying,” the younger one finally said, coming to sit next to you. 

“Jungkook, your language,” Jin rolled his eyes and knelt down in front of you, putting his hand on your knee, “even though he's not wrong. Don't worry, you're not alone, we're here, and we’ll always be.”

Jungkook nodded and rested his head against your shoulder, making you smile. The feeling of security you felt only increased. Jin's hand on your leg and Jungkook's cheek against your shoulder were partly responsible. 

You just wanted to crash in Jin’s strong arms, bury your face in his neck and let his sweet smell invade you. And Jungkook... in a short time he had become your adorable, precious baby. Your only desire was to spend your day on that sofa, between them in their arms. 

You didn't like it. Your brain made you imagine scenes, sometimes in sexual contexts, sometimes more... intimate. And always, Jimin or one of his six partners, and your friends, would appear at your side. Sometimes you would end up with two or more of them. 

Shit. Since you were aware of your omega condition, your thoughts were completely fucked up. 

You didn't understand anything anymore. You were completely lost and confused by all this new information, all these new sensations that were taking over you. But you had to do your best not to show them anything, to remain as natural as possible so that they wouldn't realize anything, so that nothing would change. 

You didn't like that feeling of safety and fullness when they were near you, when there was even the slightest physical contact. You had always felt it, but never so intensely.

And that was just Jungkook and Seokjin. You didn't want to imagine what it would be like when the others were there. Especially as thoughts of the previous nights came flooding back into your head.

Those damn suppressors had to kick in, as soon as possible.

“I have to go,” Jin had stood up, “if I'm late again, Min Yoongi will sue me…”

“I really wonder who's the boss sometimes…”

Jungkook's remark made you chuckle and you picked up a perfectly targeted pillow from the older man who then finally slipped away.

“Tae and Jimin aren't here?” you asked as you straightened up.

“They've gone on a date, Jimin will be joining us for class, Hobi's in his apartment if you want!”

“Ah, no, I was just curious... I'm going to take a shower and a quick nap, I'm tired…”

You needed to be alone, you needed to breathe and be in a place where you wouldn't risk doing something stupid.

You left the sofa to get your bag and go to your room. But before you could get in, Jungkook stopped you and grabbed your wrist.

“Are you sure you're okay, I mean, apart from this thing with your family? You feel... different.”

Shit. 

“I… Yeah of course ! I just didn't really sleep at my parent's home,” you finally answered with a hesitant voice, lowering your eyes, “I was thinking about classes, my parents... but I'll be fine after a good shower and rest, don't worry.”

You walked closer to Jungkook and had to stand on your tiptoes to put your lips on his cheek. At that moment, something strange happened. Not like when there was static electricity, but something similar, you couldn't describe it.

They were all tactile by nature, including you. You'd gotten used since your teenage years with Jimin, who could be... no, who was a real cuddly person. You didn't mind it honestly. You always liked it.

It wasn't the first time you had kissed Jungkook on the cheek. It was a very natural gesture between the both of you, as there was never any ambiguity.

However, this time was different. And you weren't the only one to notice.

You pretend nothing happened and stand back, smiling at him. Even if your only thought right now was to jump on him and… no. No, you couldn't think of these kinds of things.

You slowly stepped back, and offered him a slight smile as you opened the door to your room.

“Thank you Kook”

He smiled back, in a strange way, but you decided to ignore it, and went into your room. You then closed the door and leaned against it, releasing a long sigh. 

Your eyes closed as you tried to calm yourself, your body and your damn hormones. 

With your bag in your hand, you walked over to your bed, opened it and took out your toilet kit. 

After your shower, you will put on some patches. You were going to end up with Hoseok and Jimin in addition to Jungkook. You were really worried that they would notice something. Especially since Jimin was very perceptive, even more when it came to you. He could read your mind like an open book.

You and he were inseparable. Fusional. No one, not even his partners could deny it. 

But if you were careful, it could work. Yes, you were confident. Your life and the boys' lives would not change.

°°°

After your nap, Jungkook, Hoseok and you joined Jimin who was already waiting for you in front of the dance school for your first class of the day. When he saw you arrive, a big smile appeared on Jimin's face and he was hurrying to give you a hug as he used to do every time you came back from your parents' house.

You did your best not to pull away, not wanting to appear strange to your best friend. He wouldn't be able to smell anything on you, you had taken care to put a suppressant patch on your shoulder. These looked a lot like the pain patches that many dancers used, you knew that this technique was the best to prevent your omega's pheromones. 

He felt nothing. You, on the other hand, once again felt his smell and his warmth invade your whole being. You returned his embrace though, before quickly pulling back and pretending you had to hurry so that you wouldn't be late.

You had been told by the teaching staff that you would have two personal compositions to prepare this term, in addition to the many other choreographies for the other classes: one solo composition and a second duet. Of course, the duets would be formed at random and posted after the meeting, which outraged many of the students, including you.

Moreover, due to the odd number of students, a trio would have to be formed.

Therefore, as this work requires more preparations, the schedules would be adjusted to give the students more time to work and prepare the choreographies. 

“Want to bet that out of the four of us, two will be together ?” you ask with a sigh, “And it won't be me, I never have any luck with raffles.”

“Like that time you got paired up with the guy who had to have surgery and didn't come to school for three months ? So you had to do the job alone ?” Jimin laughed as he tried to avoid the blows you were throwing at him, “ Aie, Sorry, sorry !”

With a pout, you crossed your arms against your chest and quickly left the classroom after the meeting was over, followed by Hoseok, who was just as impatient as you were to check the list of pairs - and trios. You were really hoping to get together with one of your three friends.

As an introvert, being with a stranger would be a big challenge for you. What if you were to end up with an alpha? What if that alpha was mean to you? What if the two of you don't get along? You could compromise your schooling and your dream of becoming a dancer.

But you were four, so you were sure to end up with one of them, weren't you? 

You didn't wait to scan the sheet of paper hanging on the wall to find your name.

“Find it?” asked Hoseok who was behind you, his chin resting on your shoulder and you felt your body tense up at this contact, “ah, here I am! Oh…”

“ What ? What's that oh ?” You followed his gaze and frowned, “you ended up together... all three of you...?”

“Seriously?! exclaimed Jimin and Jungkook together, both also behind you.” 

“I'm telling you I'm out of luck…” You sighed. 

You rolled your eyes and searched for your name. You frowned once you find it. Great. You ended up with a stranger. You didn't know the person you were with.

“ Do you know someone named Jung Wooyoung ? ”

“That's me!”

Jimin, Jungkook, Hoseok and you turned around at the same time. A young man with curly black hair who was about the same height as Jimin was standing in front of you, with his hands in his pockets and a big smile on his face. Instinctively, Jungkook and Hoseok stood in front of you, while Jimin stayed at your side, protectively. You didn't really mind this behavior, Jimin had always acted like this with you. And by spending so much time with his partners, they had adopted the same protective attitude towards you.

Probably their nature as an alpha.

The young man didn't pay much attention and held out his hand.

"I'm Jung Wooyoung, nice to meet you, L/n Y/n!"

You pass between the two alphas and shake hands with the Wooyoung who then introduces himself to the three boys. None of them felt any menacing aura coming from him.

“It's an omega,” Jimin whispered to you. His breath against your skin caused you to quietly shiver, while Wooyoung chatted with Hoseok and Jungkook.

“I can feel it, yes,” you looked up at him, frowning at his surprise, “Eh ! I may be just a beta but I can still smell stuff like that, don't be silly !”

Jimin laughed and looked falsely shocked at the punch you gave him on the shoulder.

“How about we go for a coffee and get to know each other and... discuss what we're going to do ?” You approached Wooyoung before turning to your three friends, “And you... you lucky bastards, I hate you.”

“We love you too !”

You ignored Jimin's remark, as well as his laughter and Jungkook's and Hoseok's, and took your new partner with you. You left the establishment, and headed for the Starbucks on the corner.

“Excuse them,” you finally said when you were alone again, rubbing the back of your head, “they're special, but they are really good guys…”

“It's okay no need to worry! They're just alphas! They're always like that with their omega.”

You stopped suddenly at his words and slowly turned your head to Wooyoung, more than a little confused by his words. 

"I... I'm not an omega. No !" You laughed nervously, your voice trembling, "I'm a beta! And these are my friends, that's all ! 

Wooyoung ran a hand through his hair and remained silent for a few seconds. 

He took a step towards you and leaned over to whisper.

"I've worn enough suppressor patches to know how to identify them... and to my knowledge betas don't wear them..."

[weebsinstash]

Not to be chugging Valentino juice again (😏) but I was thinking of like, sometimes when you're working long hours and sleeping weird, sometimes you can enter a 'zone' where you're basically running on autopilot and youre not tired or even hungry anymore? Sometimes I've been awake over 24 hours depending on... environmental factors

So imagine at one point Reader is like "well, I can already basically smoke weed and fast and somehow stay up for 2 days straight, and if you overdose down here you kind of just spring back up, so what if I just start taking uppers to stay awake so I can work as long as I can so I can move out of this shitty rented room at Val's studio as fast as possible"

It starts off small. You're young and only give yourself maybe 4 hours of sleep before your evening shift and just sleep again when you get off. Maybe you take a two hour nap, wake up, go to work, take another 2 hour nap, go to the secret second job you're not supposed to have. Eventually you're going entire days without sleeping with maybe 2 solid meals a day. Most of the time people see you drinking protein/meal replacement drinks

You're on the clock and removing drinks from your tray for the Overlord and his girls as they all sit around and mingle. your hands are visibly shaking and he grabs you to make you face him and all but laughs in your face. You think someone like him wouldn't know a pill popper when he sees one, with your fucking jitters and pin-prick pupils and the jerky way you won't keep eye contact with him? He'd mock you and act like you're pathetic before getting more mad because you're doing this shit on the clock and this isn't what he's paying you for (like gee when are you going to realize he tips you more when you stroke his ego and suck up to him, maybe he doesn't even care about your other tables)

"Well I barely make any money, how else am I supposed to move out if I don't work more hours?"

Pause. When did you decide you were moving away? He doesn't remember having this conversation with you, giving you permission. What, were you just going to suddenly quit your job without warning too? Yeah you were actually, and tell him pretty nonchalantly, "well, I figured you wouldn't even care. I mean, you count my tips after my shifts. Literally the only one bothering to give me much of anything is... you. Just hire someone else? You're probably actually losing money by having me work here anyw--"

"Oh, so you make decisions for me now, is that it?"

And you don't expect him to be so angry, but he is. In your mind, you had been debating if it was worse to tell him ahead of time, like a two weeks notice or to just disappear, but now you're realizing you were doomed either way. In his eyes he was being nice by giving you a job and a place to live, even if it's a low paying job and your room has hellish rent for what it actually was. And now you're just going to, DISRESPECT HIM like this? Without any warning, without talking to him, without any apology?

He's just growling "You UNGRATEFUL little bitch--" before he's snapping his fingers to have some of his goons pop out of nowhere and grab you. "Take em to my office. I'll deal with this one after all the shows" and you're just locked in his office with nothing but your thoughts to panic and cry and wonder what he wants. And then. He just. Has you fetched and put in the limo like usually you do at the end of every night anyways, at least the nights when your boss was there and drove everyone back to the studio. And you're thinking, what makes this different than every other night? Where is the punishment or whatever? And the time comes where everyone is getting out of the limo at the studio and he just points, "not you. You stay"

All but ready to piss yourself as the driver starts the car again and it's just the two of you and besides him seemingly suspicious preoccupied with texting on his phone, he's glaring at you constantly, obviously upset, but not saying shit. And eventually it becomes increasingly obvious that he's just. Taking you home. You get pulled out of the limo and it's just his straight up fucking house. And this is the point where your, you know, human trafficking boss who regularly dehumanizes and commodifies other people is essentially just very up front, "if you're going to be a brat about living at the studio, fine, there's space for you here" but what, that obviously doesn't make any sense? This is his house? What? You haven't so much as sucked this man's dick and--

Oh. That's what he wants for rent this time around, actually: your body. And since he can't exactly force you to work your shitty waiter job and force you to provide good service with a smile, then really, isn't this a PRIVILEGE for you? To just have to put out and you get a free place to live? People would kill to be in your position. But. It's not just sleeping with just anyone. It's HIM. And you're terrified the second you give him an inch he'll take a mile. Sure, today it's "sleep with me at least once a month for rent" but what's going to keep that from becoming "sleep with me once every other week, sleep with me every week, actually you're not allowed to sleep PERIOD unless you fuck or suck me first, actually you know what since you're so loose now I have some friends--"

And it's just terrifyingly obvious to you that he's been planning this and sees basically nothing wrong with it since, I mean, he's been living like a king down here for decades, doing what he wants, getting what he wants. Sure, he may have some, unhinged obsessions with you, but it's also like you're his cute little toy right? He's allowed to make decisions for you, especially now that he's paying for your lodgings and, hey wait suddenly he's insisting on buying you all new clothes and different washing products and taking you to salons and dermatologists and spas and by the time you know it, you're his little, pet slash partner slash arm candy, being dragged around in your designer matching outfits and maybe just maybe the occasional collar or necklace or ring so that people know you're TAKEN and I swear I am healthy and normal 😩❤️

[deaddee-anime-brownfanlady]

Over last year and these past few weeks and mouths of seeing so-called "Leftists," mainly White ones out here saying that they refuse to vote in the 2024 election and that they seem to be fine with America becoming a hellish authoritarian state under Trump. Is exactly why I have a hard time trusting some White people that are leftist or liberal sometimes.

Honestly, I feel some of these white leftists & liberals or those who so-called "claim" to care about minorities tend to be full of bullshit and that their allyship is all a show , especially when witnessing the always anti-voting rhetoric with them or how some of them seems to be really fine & Dandy with America losing it democracy completely under White-supremacists loving Fucking Trump. Just so they can live out their big Revolutionary dreams like they see from the damned Hunger Games,

Instead of actually putting in the real work of getting shit done within the government and not letting full-on Fascism take root and FUCK over the very groups of people whose rights & FUCKING Lives! That they claim to support will be Destroyed under Trump if he gets back into power.

If you're going to call yourself a "Leftist" and say wholeheartedly that you care about minority people, yet! Are okay with wannabe dictator Trump getting back into the White House again and refusing to do anything to stop him from getting back into power... all you're telling me is how you actually don't give a shit about the minorities you claimed to support and that your white leftist allyship is fake as hell.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 3

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme @shady-the-simp

Oystein couldn't help but be a little anxious about the upcoming auditions of their new vocalist. He knew that there was a certain sound he was looking for but so far, no one had even come close. He practiced in his room at his parents house, somehow his other two band mates had both gotten flu so he wanted nothing to do with them until they were done puking their brains out.

"Oystein! Come give us a hand please." His Mom called up the steps and he glanced out of the window to see Y/n had parked the grocery delivery car in his driveway. She bounded out with a huge smile on her face, greeting his sister who gave her a hug. She was always very sweet to his family and he couldn't help but smile seeing that she had quite a few bags in her car. He placed the guitar gently on his bed before bounding down the steps and practically ran into Y/n as he exited the house.

"Oh! Hi Oystein." She smiled brightly at him handing him a bag.

"Hey, what's the damage today?" He glanced around her and noticed his mom had gotten way more than she needed.

"Bit more than usual but I just assumed your mom was throwing a party or something." She continued to pull bags from the car and stack them on the steps.

"Not that I know of." Oystein looked through the baf he was holding and froze when Y/n stopped to touch his hair.

"Wow you dyed your hair!" She pushed the pieces from teh front of his eyes and he watched her look it over.

"Yeah he wanted to look evil." His sister came down the stairs making Oystein roll his eyes.

"Oh yeah? Evil huh? I don't know if it makes you look evil but it does look pretty good. Very dark, very metal." Y/n matched the hand gesture that his sister threw up. Oystein was proud he had taught her that but even more surprised when she matched the gesture.

"I was just looking for change. Evil isn't hair color. It's a state of mind." Oystein cleared his throat, thrusting the bag he was holding at his sister to climb the steps.

"Don't I know it. It takes one hellish ghoul to help his mom with the grcoeries. Damn you to hell!" Y/n teased with a push but he grabbed her hand stopping her.

"You work in customer service. I'm sure you've wanted to slit the throats of tons of clients before. All those rude drunks that come into the shop, try and play grab ass or the ungrateful house wives who tip you with critisim instead of actual money when you carry all these groceries up their mansion steps." Oystein could feel her breath on his chin and she looked up to stare at him.

"Slitting someone's throat takes a lot more effort than you would think. I don't have the time or energy to be homocidal. I've got bills to pay, cute evil guitarist to visit." Y/n smirked making Oystein match her smile.

"Oystein, please don't breath on Y/n! I don't want you getting her sick." His mother had interuptted them and she took a step back.

"I'm not sick mom. They're the ones who are shitting themselves."

Y/n cringed hearing about his bandmembers.

"Soda crackers work wonders for that. Hopefully they can work it out." Y/n grabbed the last bag and handed it to Oystein before shutting her trunk. His mom had passed him the money to give her and she smiled taking it.

"Thanks so much. Have a wonderful week!" Y/n waved up at his mom as she walked inside.

"We're getting a new singer this week." Oystein said quickly wanting her to stick around for a few minutes.

"Cool! It's about time you got someone who actually knows how to sing." She ribbed.

"Does that mean you'll come to one of our shows now?" Oystein tried to get her to come to one of his shows in the past but she had never agreed.

"You know I work like a dog. I don't get a lot of time for concerts." She frowned.

"So what you're saying is I'll have to catch you on an off day?" Oystein asked making her snort.

"I wouldn't hold your breath for one of those. I can't remember the last time I took an off day." She stood in the door of her car and he rested his hand on it.

"Come on, you've got to find a little free time. How am I supposed to bring you to the dark side if you never make time for me?" Oystein stepped into her space and she leaned into him.

"Why do you want me to come to one of your shows so bad? You know I would stick out like a sore thumb around your friends." Y/n asked curiously. She was not a metal head or loud and erratic like the majoirty of the people he ran with. They were off the wall and wild, she was pretty calm and self described boring.

"Maybe I just like spending time with you." Oystein was surprised when she rested her hand on his chest.

"Why would you want to spend time with me? I'm alot harder to sway than you might think." He savored the feeling of her touch on his chest, the bit of hair she twirled on her fingertip was distracting.

"I don't know, I think I could figure out something." Oystein wanted to kiss her. He wanted to pin her to the hood of the car and suck bruises to her throat until she cried but a shrill yell from the steps startled him.

"Mom said not to give Y/n butt cooties!" Oystein blushed. Y/n laughed dropping her hand from his hair.

"GO INSIDE!" He yelled making her sprint back in the door after spitting her tonuge out.

"Let me know when you guys have another show and I'll see what I can do." It wasn't a promise or an acceptance of his invite but the little bit of hope she hung in the air was something he was willing to hold onto. He stepped out of the way of her car door and pushed it shut for her once she was inside. She gave a soft wave as he watched her drive out of his driveway. He never gave a shit about what most people thought about him or his music but he wanted her to watch him play so badly, he couldn't think straight.

[dreadnotau]

Happy three years everybody! As always, there’s a lot to say on the occasion, so pop in at the end of the post for the tl;dr if you don’t have time for my detailed diatribes, haha

Boy, time flies, huh? Feels like the second anniversary was just yesterday, but maybe that’s just the several long hiatuses getting to me. I’ve been scarce on uploading anything anywhere for a while now, even though I promised I’d actually pick up the slack this time around. What gives? Well…

For one, college hell, and for two, a lot of unfounded anxiety about putting my art out there. Allow me some theatrics for a moment and I’ll actually get back to the comic at hand… I’ve never had an exceptionally supportive environment for making art. It wasn’t suppressive, not in the slightest, but it also wasn’t… encouraging. It was always treated as a hobby or a distraction rather than something I was allowed to be fully proud of, especially because a lot of my art focused on more cartoon-y and fantasy ideas, rather than still life studies and painting (which people generally outside of the art sphere tend to value more, arbitrarily). Couple that with a childhood full of being bullied over minute shit you hadn’t even considered could be an issue before, and you get a teenager hellbent on never sharing his interests or ideas with anyone, mostly due to the fear of rejection.

I’ve grown, thankfully, but that paranoia and fear doesn’t go away overnight. As I’m sure you all know, Meowchela was the one who originally encouraged me to post this comic, and the only reason she succeeded was because she was the first person in a long time who listened and engaged with my interests and my art in a meaningful way. It’s kind of obvious her friendship had a profound impact on me, and I’d cite her as one of the reasons I was even hopeful enough to apply to an art college in the first place! This comic, and that bond with another person, proved that maybe these things I’m so passionate about weren’t duds, and weren’t something I had to keep to myself.

So, fast forward a few years. About three years, in fact.

During one of my classes, right before this hellish two weeks of exams started, one of the class assistants talked me into showing my comic pages to one of my professors. He’s generally a pretty open guy when it comes to new mediums, but I’m always… apprehensive about showing my less “traditional art”-y things to professors, but, he ended up being genuinely proud of it. Specifically, I showed him pages 85-87 (because they’re my favourites) and, he didn’t read the text, just the visuals were enough for him to say “good job, keep it up” (which is HIGH praise from that guy). When I mentioned I’ve been meaning to simplify the visuals because I didn’t have time to work on the comic very often because of college and classes, he dismissed it on principle. I was honestly caught off guard. Heavily paraphrasing, he suggested that worsening the visuals for an arbitrary deadline was counterproductive to making something that’s Good™.

That’s kinda stuck with me. For a good few years now I was more focused on optimisation rather than visual improvement for the comic, and though it HAS contributed to better visuals in some ways (cutting corners sometimes makes for a less pointy and jagged end result), it’s kind of weird I’m treating an art project that way, isn’t it? I set a lot of… arbitrary deadlines and standards for myself, in the form of expectations and what I “should” or “shouldn’t” be doing at certain stages in my life. I’ve thought of Dread Not as a passion project second and a stepping stone first, if I’m being honest. As if it was too… fandom-y and derivative to be treated with more gravity than that, like it’s an immature project because I was still a child when I came up with it. As if it was something I’m making to Build Up to Something Else, something Bigger and Cooler and More Important, and… the more I think about the future of Dread Not, and even my future career options, the more I realised that’s, ironically, a really immature way to think about it.

If there’s one thing going to this art college has taught me, is that there’s no “right” way to make art, and there’s no “right” way to success as an artist. There’s no clear-cut paths, just more commonly treaded roads, but even those are heavily overgrown. Why should I try to box myself into thinking I have to make things from complete scratch to be taken seriously? What’s so bad about Dread Not as a story and as a comic that’s caused me to vaguely keep it under wraps when conversing with people in my day-to-day life? Why wouldn’t I put all these skills I’ve acquired to improve and expand this project that’s Right There, WAITING for me to finally get off my ass and get pages out there again?

I wish I could say I’ve used all this time away in a particularly clever way, but I really haven’t - at least, it feels like I haven’t. My art has undoubtedly improved over time (though admittedly the art for this post was Very rushed, fuckin exams), and while I’ve been working on projects in the background, chipping away at them in a VERY disorganised way, I haven’t been posting that progress anywhere, and I haven’t made any good progress on my biggest project, Dread Not, because of the other ones. And, honestly? Admitting that kinda stings. This comic means a lot to me, and I wish I actually gave it the time and attention it deserves instead of letting it sit out hiatus after hiatus because I keep failing at structuring my time.

So, my new plan is a little more abstract: find a way to work Dread Not into my school schedule, and slowly build a habit of working on it more often. No clue how long that’ll take, but I think it’ll be worth it to consider it as an option, and hopefully finally end these long, drawn out hiatuses with short bursts of uploads in-between. HOPEFULLY. Building habits was never my strong suit, so please bear with me while I figure this out in what will probably be the most hectic upload schedule in this comics history, which is: no schedule at all.

From now on (until the end of Act 1), I’ll upload pages when they’re ready, and depending on how the weeks go and how complex the page is, they could be weeks or days apart from one another. Hell, some might even take a month to finish if school stuff gets REALLY hectic (god knows Hellish Exam Week number 1 and number 2 won’t be giving me much time to work on the comic), but I’m determined to do this. I want to be able to put my all into this project again!!

(And hopefully finish Act 1 by the end of this semester…)

TL;DR: College is giving me life lessons I didn’t expect, and because of them I’ve decided to give myself a non-existent upload schedule for Dread Not: Pages will be posted when they’re ready, and the spacing between pages could wildly vary depending on circumstances and the actual complexity of the page itself.

As always, thank you for being here, thank you for reading, and thank you for being patient!

If all goes well, there will be new content very, very soon.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

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Cute heavy metal listener!

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- HC's of Alphonse dating a listener who wears pastel colors and listens to heavy metal music.

Stop, we're totally twinning!

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- Al's Boo getting their ear's pierced HC's

Cemetery visit

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- ngl this is kinda cute

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In a cemetary

Dead in Cali

{♡} personal

- had to add on in the states Seth is dead in

And the world is my stage!

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- Theater kid Casper HC's

I, am...hungry. I have been hungry.

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- HC's (might switch to story idk) of yandere Charlie with a cannibalistic listener. (NOT I repeat NOT romanticizing it)

Happy Birthday

{♡} personal

- NSFW for Charlie's birthday!

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bottle of ketchup

load of barnacles

Oh, ew it's you again.

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- Story of Finn and Sunflower running into Sunflower's toxic ex (I think that's what they said bc it's kinda worded weird but I'm gonna go w it.)

Killing might seem bad. But I'm here, don't worry.

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- Withered Finn helping Orchid with their first kill

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hoeing

follow your heart!!

Stalker Alert

{♡} personal

- Being a streamer and popular is a double edge sword

Your hurt, let me help.

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- Story of V! Auron helping a injured and tired Hunter. (Plz I love him sm)

I got you

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- NSFW story of Rook being a soft dom/top for Auron after a hard week

Teasing

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- I can see him teasing us about our height

Beach

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- Ngl would love to write a beach fic for him

Imagine being Auron

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- But like you finding someone you could finally open yourself to.

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Can't see shit

Demonic gossiping

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- HC's Succubus Rook and Lucien being friends

Cosplaying

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- Cute thing from my mootie

His name is Pringle

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- HC's of Jack's listener having a pet snake. (Using the name bc it's cute)

My impulsiveness told me to do it.

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- Short story of Sugarboo comes home with a new back and spine tattoo done out of straight impulse

Your beauty is captured for eternity.

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- Story of artist Sugarboo making two big paintings for a art museum and the painting were of Seth and Alphonse.

My chubby partner

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- HC's of Auron, Faust and Charlie with a chubby reader

Working out.

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- HC's of the bittersweet boys with a listener that does calisthentics (a form of strength training that utilizes an individual's body weight as resistance to perform multi-joint, compound movements with little or no equipment.)

Wow, your hair looks amazing!

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- HC's of Alphonse, Seth, Auron, and Charlie reaction to listener cutting their long hair short.

Splatoon!

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- HC's of Alphonse, Auron, Seth, and Lucien playing splatoon 3 with listener

Period comfort

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- Bittersweet boys HC's of period comfort!

It's okay to just cry.

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- HC's of listener just sobbing with no reason with Seth, Alphonse and Lucien.

A year older

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- Silly hc I like

Rage Room

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- Which boys do I think would benefit from a rage room. A ask from my mootie

Mutuals/Friends

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- Pushing my cooking siblings agenda

Pink Bxxch Club!

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- Mootie showing me things and I love it

Who reels you in and who says fuck it

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- Mootie asks who is who

Cosmic Pizza

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- My opinion on Faust x Charlie!!

Hellish Business

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- My opinion on Auron x Lucien!!

Demonic candy

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- My opinion on Alphonse x Lucien!!

Pretty outfits

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- Thoughts of Auron in a pretty outfit w corsets (plz I'm so feral w this man)

Flirty

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- There is just too much freak to match-

HC from follower

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- 100% see that

Sexuality/gender hc's?

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- I explain that I don't have any (never really did that actually when I think about it)

A road trip

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- Blurb based off of an ask YV answered. Also obvi Chappell Roan is mentioned bc I've became a fan of her bc of my friend

Seth or Alphonse?

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- Who would you choose?

poor eye sight

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- This mf blind (from someone who needs glasses)

Me freaking out

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- about the new lost and found ep

Did he fucking know??

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- Auron just be knowing shit

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Fields of Mistria

MEOW MEOW MEOW

[international-superspy-superspy]

Wicked ; Wolfstar microfic @wolfstarmicrofic

Words: 491

Warnings: Physical abuse (dw, only mentioned)

Sirius covered his ears as Walburga’s screams echoed throughout The Great Hall. She screamed like a banshee in the night, roars so loud that they could make ears bleed. Walburga was hellish whenever she was angry, and that was most of the time.

“Sirius Orion Black! You dishonor your entire family! You’ve no right to ever show your face back in this house!”

The howler ripped itself apart, leaving a shredded mess on Sirius’ plate. “Mate, you alright?” Remus laid a hand on his shoulder, concern laced in his voice.

“Yeah, just swell.” Sirius picked pieces of the shredded paper off his plate, continuing to dine on his food. Despite the cool exterior he showed off, he was quite embarrassed and ashamed to have disturbed everyone’s breakfast with his mothers screams.

Suddenly, he’d lost his appetite. A horrible feeling in his stomach. Sirius stood himself up, causing his friends to look up at him. He ran off to the Gryffindor common room, tears pricking his eyes. No, he wasn’t going to cry because of his mother, of all people. He isn’t going to give in to her threats.

He found himself curled up on his bed, under the covers, robe dangling off on the side. Then the door swung open. “Padfoot?” A familiar voice spoke, Sirius could immediately tell who it was, with his soft-spoken yet firm tone, and the warmth it brought. Remus.

“Hm.” There was a shift on the bed, as if someone had sat on it. “What’s wrong?”

“Think you could tell.”

“Mind talking about it?” Usually, Sirius would shake any other person off, telling them to piss off. But it was Remus, not any other person. So he eventually gave in.

He sighed, taking off the covers and sitting himself up to look right at Remus. “I just…” Sirius began, “She doesn’t know what she’s talking about! She’s always so intense, always yelling at me, ridiculing me, all of that. I can’t get a single break with her. It’s as if she never even wanted me as a son! I mean, I feel that’s completely plain obvious by now. I go through hell when I’m at that place. I’d get things thrown at me! Every night I go to sleep with a new bruise or two!” He paused his rant, staring right at Remus.

“Never mind that last part, I’m sorry. I know you have it worse.” At this, Remus cringed. It’d only been a week since the last full moon. Some effects were still lasting on him.

“Don’t compare what we go through, Sirius. We both have different messed up shit to deal with.” Remus reassured, placing a comforting hand on Sirius’ shoulder. “Your mother… she sounds wicked. And not in a good way!”

Sirius chuckled, “Yeah, she’s a damn witch!”

“The wicked witch of Grimmauld Place.”

“Hah!” Eventually, Sirius calmed down and the dreadful feeling in his stomach was gone. Thanks to Remus of course.

[eggs-and-autism]

a deatiled ecplaination of every anime ive ever watched part 2

part 1 i found talentless nana on a whim after geting bored of my 4th rewatch of school live club. it had simaler genres so i was exited. i dont know how to describe my love forr tn other then the fact i was so enraptered by it that i had to grab my sketchbook partway htough the seires. if you have not watched it DO IT RIGHT NOW, DON RESURCH IT JUST START IT!! !!SPOILERS!! i was so confued on eptisoed one i figured nano was just a weird pronouncaton of nana, even wheen nana was introdcued i just assumed they had the same name lmao; so yea end of ep 1 hit me like a fucking truck. i do not have words to describe my love for the trope of "cute/sweet character was actually putting on an act" for god sake the comic thats held me hostage for the last 4 years had it. as if that wasnt enough the fact even THAT is subverted laster on???? insane! i was ont the edge of me seat every episode. it took me until ep 3 or 4 to clue in on michinana, but i assuemd it wouldnt happen bc that would be bad for michieru. AND THEN THERE WAS THE INTRODUCTION OF JIN. THOUGH MICHIRU. y'all. i had to pause the show to cope. one must understand that TWO "cute character is actually putting on an act" broke my brain. the toxic yuri potenchal there. the "we look like besties/gfs but actually are holdingg eachother at knifpoint at all times" potenchal. the "*just stabbed her and about to do it again *waow shes pretty i wanna kiss her-I MEAN WHAT" potenchal. i was a shell of a man. then jin was reveled and i was once again destryed. littrally wrote in my doodle notbook "SHE IS GAY." as much as i love toxic yuri, i LOVE "yuri where one of them gets the other to question a deeply held beilf on accedent and now the only thing she can think about is her. and she cant even tell if its an exastencal crisis or a crush or fear or hate or all at once. and meanwhile the girl who broke her worldview is just happy to be around her and cares about her and doesnt know she is littrally a murderer." yah. i really love tn. as soon as i was at school again i begged my friend for 3 days straight to watch it and just called my other friend to force him to watch it and it was the only thingi could draw for weeks.

i didnt go out looking for new anime for a while. that is until a saw a video about so calle "loser anime" and decided to watch one of the ones mentioned for shits and giggles.

dress up darling is a bit hellish to watch, but i love it nonetheless. there is so much 2nd hand embarrassment, like actually almost killed me. Marin and gojou are unironically really cute. theres actual chemistry there. i like how at the beginning gojou sees marin as the epitome of what he lacks, she is open about her weird intrests and loved for them. gojou thinks he innately lacks something she has, making it impossible for him to have friends+ interests, but though tout s1 thanks to marins charisma and people starting to see gojous talent he finds more friends and people who appreciate his work. he doesn't innately lack anything and his biggest mistake was entirely giving up on finding friends.

and so it begun, my hobbee of finding anime i herd was bad and watching it to try to find some sort of narrative warrant within it.

so i had enjoined rachies cover of idol for a while without knowing the show it was from. i saw a video saying Oshi no Ko was good but impossible to recommend to anyone, the video said to watch it without knowing what it was about and i was intrigued. and oh my god. this anime dug a whole in my brain. listen most of it was fine and cool and not even boring, but. the first episode. [go watch it for yourself the les you know the better] SPOILERS!! seriously what the fuck kind of ferud bs was going on there. every second of that episode was fucking insane. "why is he to into that idol lol" to "HES FUCKING DEAD??" to "HES REBORN??????" to "HE CAN TALK????" to "freud couldnt even edge to this. straight up EXPLODED. clean up isle, his pants" to "what do you mean you being a girl before you were reborn means our privlaged to suck you moms tits what the actual fuck" to "waow they scared that babysitter" to "they wouldbe so cooked if their mom didnt asume they were smart" to "waow aqua is a lil freak i love him" to "waow shes really intersting and her trama responce allowing her to seced in her carreir while making her feel shalow is intersting" to "SHES FUCKING DEAD???" i ranted to my friend about it for about an hour and my voice was so score from walking laps while screaming about hoe W E R I D some lines were. didnt even bring up other eps. like i said they were fine but wow.

a while into the year i remembered a manga i really liked as a kid had an anime now, AND IT WAS DUBBED!!

i loved new game as a queer kid who would latch on to any media with wlw relationships. the anime was as i expected, same as th books. i didnt dislike it but it was more then a little boring. i think a lot of Kou and Rin's relationship was really queerbaity but ig not bc it got canonized at the end, witch is awesome. i havent watched or read it but hey we take a win. honestly i might pick it up again someday for the nostalgia.

summer 2024. from june to early aug i was on and off watching Hitorijime My Hero. witch. i would not reccomend: ITS NOT THAT BADD but it needs a

MAJOR TW!!: dont watch hitorijime or read my thoughts on if you dont wanna see: sa and victim blaming, grooming depicted in a morally positive light, age gap relationship depicted in a positive light, did i mention sa? theres a lot of it witch happens at various degrees of severity.

and even tough it pissed me off i was demanded to watch it. SPOILERS also ahead!! THE FIRST ARC ALONEE pissed me off so much. idc enough to google their names so hair color timee. ok ok the premiss was actually really cute. brunette dudes childhood friend(ginger) moveds back and has a crush on brunette but has no idea how to confess. brunette is oblivios and ginger is already a quite person so like ok theres a plot there this could be cute. episode 2 ends with ginger kissing brunette after brunette told him to stop and tried to push him off. then this bitch ass ginger threatens to end their friendship if if he cant (AND I QUOTE)"do whatever he wants to him" what gets me about the show is how realistic some of the reactions are. brunette is torn because he cares about their friendship but dosent want to be, like, assaulted more. he plays it off as a joke to keep the peace. i cannot express how accurately this depicts abuse, its what got me to sit tough so much of it. it was uncomfortable to watch but i told myself i would see it as a depiction of abuse and not a romance, because i under that context i genuinely think there may have been something to gleen from this narrative. ginger is mad at brunette for having friends so he threatens to abandon bruntte if he doesnt let him assult him again, and god the reluctant agreement from brunette hurt me. acceptance isnt enough for ginger, hes mad that brunette cant force himself to have feeling for him so ginger insults him in the worst way he can think of and ditches school for 2 days. maybe im projecting. the writing didnt seem to intend for this so come off as manipulative, as something to break down brunette till he accepts this reality. but can you blame me for sympathizing with brunette confiding in his other friend, clearly distressed, and being told in responce that it was his fault.h brunette's friend says hes wrong and brunette is the one who forced ginger to kiss him. i dont think its wrong at all to see brunette 'realize hes been wrong the whole time' and goes to ginger seemingly of his own will; and think this is a story where someone is broken down until desperation or stalkhome leads them to accept their abuse. there's no love there, its not a happy ending and writing about it makes me sick. but its feels realistic. normally i avoid seeing myself in fiction, but i couldn't help but relate to brunette enough where i had to take breaks while watching hmh because it made me sick. and that was the first arc. when i realized the rest of the show would be the student-teacher relationship with a 12 year age gap i decided 7 or so eps in i would drop the anime bc i genuinely couldn't handle it.

hmh moved me emotionally, it was impactful and i didn't want to end my quest for good anime. somewhere out there their had to be a school live! or a talentless nana i haddnt watched yet. i finally figured out how to find the stuff i loved watching! looking though lists for tropes or tags, usually older more underground stuff. its hard to describe but i have a watch-list witch brings us to now. its my junior year and i love anime. heres a list of animes ive watched recently, completed or not, and some thoughts on them!

welcome to the NHK was huge. hell it still is huge. i cant recommend it to anyone but god i will post about it here. (minor spoiler ahead) please i swear the scene where satou goes to take pictures of school girls panties is part of establishing the character its not fansevice i swearrrr. ok but like as awful as that stuff is it genuinely isnt fanservice. when satou is straight up joirking it for like 3 days we dont see what hes looking at, theres like one bit where yamazaki walks into satous house and it looks like misaki is giving him head but like from the top of my head thats all i can think of. when satou does freaky shit hes drawn like a freak! LOOK AT THIS MAN DO YOU THINK WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GOONING ALONG WITH HIM??

I CAN AND WILL TALK ABOUT NHK MORE SOMDAY BC I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT!

while stalking a facebook account i saw this image:

it reminded me of discourse i saw in 2022 over if femboy was derogatory to trans women. i see the argument, i really do, but honestly, i(a trans boy) LOVE the femboy/trap trope. first of all: 1st of all i like that feminine guys / gender nonconformity is thought to be generally cool within anime places(like even Facebook lowkey homophobic groups). second of all, i see where people see some "femboys" in anime as tras girl, its based like u do u boo. bu i think aspect of the femboy/trap trope are relatable to transmasc ppl too. for 1, there is literally NO transmasc anime. do not come at me with the guy in wandering son or that one mha character you know damn well thats not what i mean. in my quest for tboy rep i realized how much i realted to femboy characters. i too, constantly get mistaken for a girl and have the ability to embrace it or be upset about it. i will die on this hill but honestly cisgender 'trap' characters are better transmasc rep then any actual transmascs ive seen in anime just bc they are more interesting characters.

all that to say: i stated my teenage romantic comady SNAFU. its really good, very funny. Saika is litttrally me if i played sports. good times.

i also started princess jellyfish! Tsukimi is LITTRALLY ME!! no but for real i love this show i love how Tsukimi isnt conventually atractive. i love seeing her be autistic about jellyfish with her NEET roommates. i love her relationship with her mom.

and to wrap it up, the other day i binge watched another. its incredible and one of the best examples of how horror should be done imo. it doesnt rely on jumpscares, its keeps you on the edge of your seat every episode. SPOILERS AHEAD!!: i love how the veiwer is convinced mei is undead or somthing like that along with Kouichi, and when mei confims shes alive hes even an0olages he(and we) thought otherwise. not only that but i love mei in genrel. i love how she is just a freak and there isnt a lore reason. why does she watch the other students from afar? shes just like that. why is she so pale? shes just like that. shes just a weird little thing. why does she not run when somone is comming at her with a knife??? shes just like that. why does she withold the fact she knows who the dead person is when she could have saved lifes by specking up? she doesnt talk much. the fact she went into the whole exposition of the "i see dead things" bc of her doll eye and thats why she should be trusted to know who the dead person and only withi the last 15 mins of the last ep is like "o also i saw her fall in a lake" ?????? you couldnt have like??? started with that???? god i love her.

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Be My Witness

Part 4 - Turn of the 21st Century

Word Count: 5414

Fem!Reader, intimate!platonic Reader x Angel, Reader x Stolas, (eventual) intimate!platonic Reader x Alastor

Trigger Warning!!- mentions of abuse (physical and sexual), heavyish (and in one instance, non consensual) drug use, alcohol use, light descriptions of blood, rich people

A/N: heyooo!! this chapter IS indeed linear just very fast paced until the end of the chapter! which goes into a plot line that i thought of LITERALLY as i was already halfway thru writing this part. its gonna be fun tho so stick with me and lets see where this goes! i promise we'll be getting to the characters and plot of HH vEry soon!! :)

Y/n intended on keeping the details about that day to herself.

Apart from the trauma of rehashing the moment, she also didn't want to upset Angel anymore. She knew that he put up with his own load of shit when it came to Valentino. She didn't see a point in piling her own on top.

Angel left room for the conversation, of course. He didn't want her to think she couldn't talk to him about it.

But every time that heavy, tense pause came around in the conversation, she always pushed on with a forced twitch of her lips and an uncomfortable huff of air. Then she'd change the subject.

Angel tried not to let it get to him. He wanted to be there, to hear her out and help unburden her mind. It nearly frustrated him that she was always so quick to avoid talking about it.

But then, only a week or so after Y/n's scary encounter, Angel showed up at her door. Leaning awkwardly against the post, sporting a shiner, he held his side carefully and painfully.

Y/n was quick to usher him inside.

Even though seeking out Y/n had been his first instinct, Angel remembered then why exactly she didn't want to talk about the things Valentino does to them behind closed doors.

A new step in their relationship had been reached that evening .

As best he tried, Angel couldn't hide his nerves from her. He sat down on her sofa, slinging his bag onto the floor next to him.

Minding his jittery exterior, she joined him silently on the couch. 

Angel couldn't bring himself to say anything other than a string of courses. No names were given but she already knew who it was directed at.

She wanted to laugh. Just a small chuckle, to ease some tension and let him know she understood, but it clearly wasn't the time for that. 

Angel's chest began to heave with panicked attempts at breathing. His two lower hands gripped the arm of the sofa and his upper two held his shaking head. 

Y/n tried soothing him in any way she could think of, but nothing seemed to work; he just got more and more agitated. She stopped trying to use words or touch, and went straight for what he did best. Arguably, even better than sex.

She leaned over and snatched up his bag and, not bothering to ask permission, she rummaged through it. Finally, she pulled away with his makeup-turned-stash bag. She could feel his eyes on her.

There wasn't much in it right now. A couple of joints, a lighter, a small compact mirror, and a baggie of fine white powder. Bingo.

She snatched up the baggie and poured out two lines on her coffee table, then sat back for Angel to take over.

He did immediately. But when he pulled away, he had left one of the lines. He straightened, pausing to let the high hit, then he fell back against the couch with a heavy, relieved sigh.

“Fuck. That's exactly what I needed…” he breathed.

Y/n watched him for a minute. All the strain in his muscles eased away and he was finally taking deeper breaths. She could practically feel the relief radiating off of him.

She looked at the leftover line on the table.

Decades she had fought this temptation. She found motivation in her human death and hellish rebirth to find a way forward that wasn't dependent on substance. And making her movies had made that so easy. But now she got the feeling that that was all over. 

The last time Y/n had a bump, she was still alive on Earth. The cocaine craze had been entering a low point in the years before she died so it wasn't really her choice of drug. And she didn't have much experience with it to begin with. Especially when she had cabinets full of medical grade shit right in front of her. 

But difficult times….

Uncertainty flooded her mind, followed quickly by complete indifference. If Valentino was going to take one of the only good things she had, she was done being on her best behavior. There was no reason to be anymore.

She moved on impulse; leaning in close, plugging a nostril, and inhaling deeply in one swift swoop. 

When she sat back, Angel grabbed her shoulder. Y/n looked at him evenly. In his eyes was a mix of concern and excited disbelief, a total opposite to the pained scowl that donned his face only a few minutes ago.

He started with a chuckle. “You got quite the pair on you, sugar.” Then he turned serious, hands moving to hers. “You sure you'll be okay?”

He wasn't just talking about the drugs. That only came about because of what had happened a couple days ago, and he knew that. They both did. No, now he was confronting her about what she had been avoiding since that day. 

Until now, it had been a difficult question to answer. But as the stimulant hit her system, she found her reply came much easier than before. Her heart pounded in her chest and she felt a surge of boldness take hold of her.

Y/n reached for his face, grasping it firmly but tenderly in her hands. 

“I am now,” she said, a glint in her eye.

And that was the beginning of a new era. 

It was tame enough to start. The duo would go out clubbing nearly every night, against Valentinos wishes, consuming any drug they could get their hands on. 

It was an exhilarating new look on Y/n that Angel had never seen before. 

Meanwhile, Valentino was quick to put them back to work. Never mind that the bruises he had dealt her hadn't even fully healed yet. 

Valentino’s voice crackled through the phone. “Y/n. You've missed call-time thrice now, and time is money... Do you want me to come get you myself?” His voice was sickly sweet. It made her stomach churn. 

She answered quickly but quietly. “No, Val.”

“Then…?”

“It's just…” She paused heavily, afraid of what his reaction might be. “I'm still… bruised.” 

An airy little giggle floated through the line.

“That's what your gift is for, mami.” 

As she suspected, every week, there was a new porno for Y/n to shoot. And every week, she came in, wired off whatever drug she and Angel had gotten themselves into that week. 

Eventually, Valentino summoned Y/n to his office, though it took her a few days to gather the courage to face him. It would be the first time she'd be seeing him in person since he had roughed her up. 

Entering Val's office, she was greeted by his mischievous smile, him, perched on his desk. She didn't like it one bit. 

He had ruined himself for her and she couldn't look at him the same anymore.

Before, he had been her facilitator of dreams. They came at a cost but it was a small price to pay. Now she was still paying that cost and was getting nothing in return. Save for the housing, income and so called “protection”. 

A decade it took for her to regret her deal, as it turned out.

“Mami,” he drawled. “It took you long enough. I was starting to think you were avoiding me…”

She held her tongue, swallowing the wicked comment she so very badly wanted to spit at him.

“You'll be happy to hear, your newest films are doing amazing. Especially that first one,” his chest rumbled with laughter. “Audiences really liked the rawness of it.” 

Y/n stifled the chill that threatened to tear down her back. Instead, she forced herself to maintain his eye contact.

“Listen, mami. I've decided you and I are going to embark on our own little business venture together."

Now what the fuck did that mean? He was just putting her in her place about how she wasn't bringing in enough money, now he wanted her to head some campaign with him? Y/n was bristling. This demon's audacity never fucking ends.

“What do you want?” She bit.

Val's smile deepened as he stood, and Y/n braced herself. For what she wasn't sure, but after how he had left her last time…

His hands found her shoulders and guided her towards the loveseat in the corner of the room, sitting her down. Her ears twitched nervously when he sat closely beside her.

“Bueno, primero,” he took her hand, examining it delicately. “I need one final test run.” 

If it had processed faster, she would have fought him on it. But he was moving before he finished talking, reaching into his pocket and flipping open a small knife.

He nicked her quick on the flesh of her palm.

His grasp on her wrist tightened and he brought her hand up to his face. She tried to pull away but it only made his grip hurt more.

Frustration sat thick in her throat, silently furious as his tongue slipped out to collect a droplet of her blood.

His intrusion didn't stop there. He took his thumb and ran it over her fresh wound, collecting more crimson. Finally, he brought it up to her lips and swiped it across them, smearing red like lipstick. 

Defeated tears welled in her eyes as she looked into his. 

Full of intrigue, he raised an expectant brow at her before she finally succumbed, swiping her tongue over her lip.

The next few minutes went by grudgingly slow. 

After Val was satisfied with her obedience, he leaned her back against the arm of the sofa. 

She didn't fight him. 

He had his way with her while he waited for results, running his hands over her body, his lips following suit. She let him inflict his will on her, again. She figured, better let him have his way like this, instead of beating on her. 

It seemed Val was starting to feel it, taking more time than usual to explore her body, tracing every stripe and dot. Kissing her hips like he'd never felt the sensation of skin on his lips before. 

She only noticed her own high when his kisses started slowing down. She had been too busy fighting off her emotions to notice when the first stages had kicked in. But now, the visuals were beginning.

They both slowed. Val in his soft afflictions on her body, and her in her inward struggle against him.

The ceiling above Y/n fractured and shifted, swirling like something was trying to break through dimensions. The colors weren't as vibrant as she'd seen them before, closer to pastels against the dark, shadowy ceiling. She only watched, relatively accustomed to the psychedelic visuals. 

Valentino sat up suddenly and surveyed the room, his gaze landing on her lastly. Still on the couch, he kneeled over her reclined body, trapping her beneath him.

“Mami.” 

His breath blew across her face, making her look at him. Never mind that he was already looming over the length of her.

“Yes, Valentino?”

“We're gonna make so much money.”

There was no discussion to be had, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to try. She advocated, pleaded, begged. 

Val would have none of it.

He was lucky he had posted security outside his office or she would have taken off into the night. But they snatched her up and threw her back into the room with him. 

After Val managed to talk and sit her back down on the couch, he called out for one of his workers who rushed in with a rolling tray. There were various things on it; gauze, alcohol wipes, a handful of glass vials, a small surgical blade. 

“Just a little to start,” Valentino promised, leaving her with an incision on her upper right arm. 

And he was true to his word. Of the three sessions they had in the first month, he only took four or five vials. 

But then he started getting more and more greedy. Calling her over more often, making her stay, and bleed, longer. He went from simple bloodletting to full on blood drives.

Surgical blades were replaced by butterfly needles, glass vials taken over by baggies on a drip stand. 

Val was generous enough to get her an IV, but it only helped so much. 

Even Angel had started making comments about how pale or sickly she looked anytime he came over. 

Valentino only told her she looked sexy as ever.

This business venture was the exact thing she had been avoiding by keeping this knowledge to herself. It seemed all her worst fears were coming true in a matter of weeks. Her mind couldn't keep up with all the decisions being made for her, she just pushed herself along so that Valentino didn't kill her. Or whatever the equivalent to that was now.

Before she knew it, the next decade passed. I guess fearing for you life makes the years flash by before your eyes. Or maybe it was the immeasurable amount of drugs and alcohol she and Angel souped themselves up on daily to cope with their boss.

Valentino had really stepped up to the plate towards the end of the 80s. When he saw an opening, he seized it, effectively claiming a chunk of territory for himself in the Entertainment District, and earning himself the official title of a Sovereign Overlord. 

The first couple of years, he was very distracted with all his new and heightened tasks; keeping souls and demons under control, maintaining territory borders, expanding where he could, etcetera, etcetera...

Y/n saw him less and less, and took advantage of that while she could, skipping out on her doctors appointments, as Val had come to call them. 

That didn't last long though. 

Valentino himself began accompanying her to her appointments. 

He had made his point clear to her the first time he'd stopped by to pick her up, giving her a dislocated shoulder before hauling her off to her session. Nevertheless, he showed up outside her apartment on the dot, every time after that.

"You know, I've got the hang of my appointment schedule now, Val. You really don't have to waste your time playing chaperone," she coaxed.

Valentino smiled wryly. "Its no problem, mami. You know I enjoy seeing you so..." He looked her up and down. "Vulnerable."

One of the brighter sides of this decade was when Angel met Cherri Bomb. If Angel was a connoisseur of drugs, Cherri was whatever came after that.

Her knowledge and ability to mix narcotics was like none other Y/n had seen before. Aside from knowing the combinations to get the exact results she was looking for, she knew all the best hangover remedies as well.

The three of them were inseparable for a time, gaining them quite the reputation of being reckless and destructive. That was mostly Cherri and Angel's doing, as Y/n was naturally the more laid back one. But she was always there, picking them up and half-assedly apologizing on their behalf. 

Unless, of course, she beat both of them to it.

When Y/n did have the energy, she danced. For as long as her body would physically allow her. And then she'd pass out. In their booth, in the bathroom, on the dancefloor. Wherever she happened to be when her body decided it had enough for the night.

When she got like that, Angel was never more than five paces away from her. He had to be ready to scoop her up at a moments notice before she got herself trampled, or worse, stolen away by some perv. Both situations very nearly happening before.

When she dropped, Angel was quick to get her home before heading back out with Cherri. He didn't mind being her lookout one bit. He knew it meant Y/n wasn't thinking about Val or whatever it was that was making her sick.

Speaking of, when he asked her upfront about her health and if she was seeking help, she curtly told him she already had doctors appointments every week. Those doctors weren't doing shit, if you asked Angel. 

He even went to Val, boldly and earnestly telling him that he was very concerned for his friend and coworker. 

Valentino only patronized him before shooing him away.

With Valentino's new territory came new housing opportunities. Val up and packed from the apartment he and Angel shared, and moved to the heart of his territory; an unfinished, abandoned, and severely vandalized building. Val said most of the main part of the structure still needed to be built but that once it was, it would be their central hub of operation. Porn studios, sex shops, strips clubs, anything a twisted mind could come up with.

But in the meantime, Angel moved in with Y/n. 

And while the doe absolutely adored living with him, it made keeping her situation with Val to herself, pretty difficult. 

She had taken to wearing long sleeves around the house. Partly because of the ever present chill deep in her bones. But also because, with all her blood being drained, the needles left bruises. And she simply didn't have the energy to illusion them away when she was home.

She wished keeping this secret was as simple as wearing concealing clothing.

More than once, Angel had literally caught her as she tumbled through their doorway, nearly crashing to the ground. More than once, she's had to convince him that she would be okay, and that Val wasn't hurting her… not directly, anyway. More than once she fell asleep in Angel's warm arms, shivers melted away by his body heat. 

His arms were her new favorite resting place. 

Angel had assumed his role happily, beckoning her to sit with him whenever they were near each other, even if she wasn't looking particularly pale or chilled.

He found comfort in the way she leaned into him fully. Especially at nighttime, when the world got quieter but his thoughts got louder. The weight of her limbs across his antsy body, lulled him to sleep.

Oftentimes, Angel would wake with a jolt in the middle of the night, which in turn woke Y/n.

She would soothe him and ask what's wrong, and he'd recount his unsettling dreams. But whatever awful situation his subconscious put him in, he'd finish with how Y/n always found him. Sometimes, she convinces him to wake from his dream, sometimes she defeats the villains and rescues him from their clutches herself.

Through him, she discovered she had another ability. One she was happy to share.

They experimented together, being able to test the bounds of her newfound gift in the safety of their shared flat. And Angel got some of the best nights of sleep he'd had in a long, long while.

All through the 90s and well into the early 2000s, Y/n, Angel and Cherri ran around the Pentagram, causing chaos and wreaking havoc on whoever dared step in their way.

Val was doing some schedule shifting and, in place of her obligations to film pornos, he sent her out for in-person gigs again. She was grateful to have the opportunity to be back on a stage. 

Back when she was doing films her way, live stage performances were up there with her favorite work to do. It was the one thing she still really looked forward to, despite the patrons wandering hands...

But next to cabarets and dance shows, she was also escorting again. She thought she was going to fancy parties before. Those paled in comparison. 

Huge, lavish mansions and haughty, royal demons. Valentino even took her shopping for clothing better fit for such occasions. And she was appreciative of the new wardrobe… not so much how he looked her up the whole time and insisted on taking her to bed afterward.

Still, she made a joyful routine of getting ready. And the days where Angel was home while she was getting ready, were that much more joyous. It was reminiscent of their early days hanging out together.

“Alright, sugar. You knock ‘em dead tonight.” Angel took her face in his hands and kissed her cheek tenderly. “I'll see you in the morning.”

Y/n nodded in his hands before pulling away. He opened the door for her as she tucked her handbag under her arm, and gathered the skirt of her shimmering purple dress, before finally ducking into the car with a final smile at him.

The chauffeur pulled away from the curb, and suddenly all her nerves came crashing down on her. Angel was disappearing in the distance, and her dress felt too tight and scratchy, her makeup, thick and heavy on her skin. The car was moving too fast and she felt like the back seat was caving in on her. 

She reached for her clutch and swiftly pulled out her own cache of powder, preparing some on her hand and inhaling quickly. She finally let herself relax and watch the world pass by outside the window. 

Eventually, they pulled up to a sizable gate. They passed through after a moment, and made their way around the driveway before the car slowed to a halt. Y/n took another bump, then scrambled to put her stash away as a footman opened the door from the outside. She clipped her purse shut and quickly brushed away the dust on her upper lip.

The footman took her hand and helped her out of the car, allowing her to take a look around. 

The mansion she had just arrived at was bustling with demons, mostly all large in stature, all holding drinks and mingling. The building's purple facade glistened with stars and constellations from the nighttime sky. An earthly view Y/n so desperately missed.

Elegant music drifted out of the grand double doors, enticing her to move her legs. 

She thanked the footman imp and continued up the staircase, ears twitching, listening for the subject of gossip for the night. From what she gathered, there was an upcoming royal marriage and sides were already being taken; bride or groom.

She already felt bad for the couple-to-be. And she didn't even know them.

She made her way inside the ballroom. In the left corner was a small stage and a piano where the music was coming from. To the right, an impressively large open bar.

And directly across from her, at the very end of the breathtaking ballroom, was a chandelier. Jeweled and gleaming, it hung high from the ceiling, but its crystals just about reached the floor, descending in a wide, gentle spiral.

Y/n nestled down at the bar, ordering herself a drink before clocking in. As she waited for her beverage, a pair of servants heatedly conversed behind the counter.

“What do you mean, we don't have more entertainment for the evening?” One said, incredulously.

“I mean,” the other gave a pointed look to the grand piano on the small stage across the room. A plump little imp sat behind it. “I thought I was bookin’ a whole group, but it's just one guy who plays a buncha different instruments. What a load of crap.” He threw his dish rag down. “And now the boss is gonna have my head for it.”

Her drink was placed beside her.

She sipped at it, listening to the two behind her bicker as she watched the little imp over the rim of her glass. 

The demon was focused on the page, following the music quickly with his eyes and fingers. Every once in a while his hand came up to find the corner of his page before flipping it hurriedly. He swayed with the music as he played, keeping tempo for himself.

An idea brewed in Y/n's mind, though she was sure it would get her in trouble with Val. Still, she contemplated for a short second. Then she set her resolve before finishing her drink, and making her way slowly to the pianist. 

She weaved through nobles, softly touching elbows and giving coy smiles. She did her job, being particularly alluring, flirting with anyone who looked her way. 

These avian aristocrats were the most aloof and conceited group of people Y/n had ever worked with. It was a strange new challenge, one she was quick to dominate.

She lifted her chin and sneered right back at any judgmental looks, mirroring arched brows and pursed lips to a T. It was as if these demons wanted her to be rude back at them, because as soon as she was, they actually, finally conversed with her.

She enjoyed playing their little game.

After making a few rounds, she found her way back towards the piano. As she approached, she noticed various instrument cases lined up against the wall behind the imp. They all remained closed.

The pianist didn't look at her as she approached, attention planted firmly on his pages of music. 

Luckily the song was coming to an end, the musician’s fingers slowing before striking a final chord and pulling away. She stepped up then, clearing her throat to pull his attention. 

“Do you know any standards?” She asked assertively, flashing a confident smile. The demon nodded slowly, then started listing songs she had never heard of before. “No, uh.” She laughed awkwardly. “Earth standards? Like from the living world?” 

He gave her an understanding smile paired with a raised finger, asking her for a moment. He turned away to shuffle through his bag.

Meanwhile, Y/n looked back out over the crowd. 

Against one of the windowed walls, near that gorgeous chandelier, was a baldachin of sorts. Jeweled cloths, purple and magenta fabrics, draped delicately next to each other. 

As she admired the assembly of textiles, a tall figure emerged from beneath it. He turned his head towards the small stage where she stood. 

Even with the several feet of distance between them, she could make out his birdish features. Long dark feathers framed his face and protruded up like horns off the top of his head, a large golden crown nestled neatly between them. His sharp eyes seemed to be looking at her accusingly. 

She turned back to the imp.

He had pulled out a binder of sorts, full of sheet music. Y/n moved around to stand behind him now, leaning over his shoulder to take a look as he flipped through his collection. Her tail fluttered happily; this was more than enough for her to work with.

After essentially telling him she was hijacking his set, which he took rather well, they exchanged names and came up with a quick run order. Finally, she set her purse down and stepped back towards the front of the grand piano. The music began and she sang along confidently, filling the room with no extra help of a microphone.

Her impromptu performance turned out to be a wonderful idea. Aside from the attention she garnered, she was able to exercise her mischievous streak and her creative side. It had been a while since her job felt that exciting. It dulled her anxious edge like no drug could.

She smiled graciously at her fellow performer as she grabbed her bag and stepped off the stage. 

He resumed playing his original repertoire.

Y/n intended to head back to the bar and get another drink. She wasn't sure where she could sneak away privately to take another bump of dust now that the adrenaline was subsiding.

But as she turned, she just about ran into a broad, tailored chest. A cape of deep maroon and golden orange adorned his shoulders and rippled onto the ground as he shifted to look at her. 

When she found his face, she recognized him as the bird who had emerged from the baldachin earlier.

Y/n suspected he had status. Every demon at this party did, of course, but not everyone had a crested crown resting atop their heads.

Y/n took a step back and dipped into a curtsy. She held it until she felt him shift again, signifying the end of his obligatory scrutiny. 

“You've made quite the impression, sinner. I thought we might be listening to that damned piano go on and on.” 

She straightened and met his eyes. They looked down at her expectantly.

“Thank you, your highness. Your kind words humble me.” 

If she weren't mistaken, he scoffed under his breath before murmuring, mostly to himself. “Oh, he's going to love you.” He inhaled sharply, getting louder again. “Do you know my name, woman?”

She shook her head softly.

“I am Paimon, King of the Ars Goetia,” he proclaimed, before dropping all formalities. “I've thrown this…” he searched for a word. “Function for my son,” he all but spat disdainfully. “He needs one last hurrah before he gets the old ball and chain.” It almost sounded like he was amused by that. “You are the whore, yes?” 

It came out so casually, she almost forgot to be offended. He was right, of course, but it still stung.

She went to reply but he moved on, signaling with his hand. It was a small, quick flourish, inviting her to follow him. “Come now, you are to be my gift to him.” 

He left her no room for discussion, turning suddenly and walking away towards his point of origin. The crowds of demons shuffled and parted out of his way as he moved. Their eyes watching him pass before flicking back to her as she followed. She held her chin high and took long confident strides, trying to offset her anxiety as she attempted to keep up with him.

She reminded herself sternly of the job she was here to do tonight. And it seems Paimon was going to drop her in the lap of a client.

Stares are a good thing, she told herself, whether they're good or bad.

She had just given them one hell of a spontaneous performance. Of course they'd all be looking. And it only means more potential clients for later.

Her grip on her handbag tightened. She so desperately wanted to tear into her baggie and finish off her supply right now. Instead, she smiled at anyone who she dared make eye contact with. 

She couldn't tell if it satisfied or terrified her, when they would quickly look away and start chatting heatedly yet quietly with those around them. 

There was no time left to mull it over, anyway. 

The royal in front of her ducked under the canopy. She remained just on the outside, partially apprehensive to enter, partially entranced by the sparking chiffon. 

A hand reached out for her, waiting for her to take it. She did, and it brought her forward until she was fully under the fabric she had just been fixated on. 

Besides Paimon, there were three other demons scattered among the couch. They varied in forms, but all remained in the realm of avian, all had glowing red eyes, and all were wearing golden crowns. From what she could tell there was a peacock, an albatross, and an owl. She looked them over and they did the same.

As soon as she remembered herself, she bowed deeply. 

Paimon moved in towards the group.

The owl stood abruptly. 

This bird appeared the youngest of the group. Aside from him being the smallest of the four, his composure wasn't nearly as resolute. 

His top pair of eyes were rooted on her. The bottom, bigger pair flitting back and forth across her face and off to the side. He had no pupils but his emotions were evident. He wrung his hands in front of him, looking like he wanted to say something. He only blinked.

She gave a soft greeting and introduction, looking them all in the eye, lingering a little longer with the owl. He didn't move.

Paimon smacked his back. It was harsh and uncomfortable, but it got him to move finally.

His eyes ceased their roaming, finding hers blushingly. His fidgeting hands fell to his sides, tugging at and smoothing out his formal, ruffled vest. He cleared his throat and with a forward tilt of his shoulders, he quickly bobbed down and up.

A bow? Did he just bow to her?

“I am Prince Stolas, of the Ars Goetia. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

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A/N: aahhhhh my bouncing baby birdie boy T.T i just had to find a way to weave him in... i only intend for this portion of the plotline to be 2, mAYbe 3 parts long so as to set up their backstories w each other (lets hope it doesnt go longer than that*fingers crossed*) and then be brought back up later on... i hope yall love Stols as much is i do, if not, boohoo <3