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onpointedfeetandbrokendreams · 5 months ago

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Day 4 - Painland Week

Day 4 of Painland Week 2024: August 5th - August 11th by @painlandweek

Prompt: Domestic

Tags: Post-canon, Slice-of-life, Alive Niko Sasaki, Established Relationship

TW: None

Solving big cases had its perks. After Port Townsend, the reputation of “The dead boy detectives and their brand new psychic” had caught on, and with more requests came higher prices. In just a couple of months they didn’t need to worry about paying rent in time for their office space anymore. In a year, they could afford to expand to the apartment next door. Crystal and Jenny had a lot of fun throwing down the wall between the two places with a hammer, and Niko spent an entire month drawing different plans for the new space. They had to hire actual construction workers at some point, but they wanted the first part of the renovation to be theirs.

There were many debates about who would get a personal room, since they only had two. Jenny said she would rather die - no offence - than live with them, but both Crystal and Niko wanted one and they were adamant that they needed them more than a ghost, which was exactly the moment when Edwin decided he needed one, being “one of the founders of the Agency”. Charles, on the other hand, was just trying very hard to hide how much it triggered him when the members of his new family fought with each other.

“How about this,” he said, “we split the two rooms, Edwin and I will take one, you two the other, and we buy more of those rollable mattresses to put in the common space when one of you needs more privacy.”

It was, undoubtedly, the best compromise, so the others had to agree - not without one last challenging glare between Crystal and Edwin, but that was to be expected.

“Thank you, Charles, I know it was silly of us to argue on such a matter,” Edwin said when the two of them were left alone.

Charles hugged him around the waist and hooked his chin on his shoulder. “I mean, I didn’t want to say anything before, but it wouldn’t really make sense for them to have two separate rooms in our office, would it?”

“I feel like I am being a bad influence on you, darling,” Edwin chuckled.

With an answering grin, Charles disentangled himself and started walking towards their new room. “I suggest we buy a very large bed, and we use those two walls for libraries,” he pointed at the different parts of the space as he talked.

“We can put the libraries outside, in the shared space, seeing our collections of tomes and artefacts always impresses the potential clients. How about posters?”

Charles’ eyes widened with wonder. “Really? You would let me?”

“Charles, you do not need my permission, it is a personal room, so clients will not see it, you do not have to remain professional in here.”

It felt like it was Christmas’ morning, except better, because he could share it with the best person who had ever existed instead of his asshole father.

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It took them months to finish the renovation, but it was so worth it. They finally had a waiting room, a functioning toilet for the living, coffee and tea machines, central heater, two desks, one for meeting clients and the other for research, and the almost fully decorated rooms.

“There is only one thing missing,” said Niko, excitedly. She had been looking like that for an entire day, like she was hiding the most juicy secret and she was barely able to stop herself from telling everyone she met.

“Construction workers have officially left, thank god,” Crystal groaned, closing the door behind her to join the others. “Which means, tonight is the first official house party!”

“This is not your house,” Edwin had to point out, earning himself a raised brow. “Also, Niko was about to say something.”

Niko’s grin, if possible, widened even more. “Yes, I have the best gift ever.”

She produced from her bag something that looked like an old polaroid camera, and before anyone could say anything, she explained:

“You know I went to Port Townsend in December, with my mum. Tragic Mick gave this to me, he says it’s enchanted to allow ghosts to appear in pictures!” She jumped in delight.

Edwin was on the item immediately, opening his palm behind him, in a way that Charles knew meant he wanted his book on “Magical Objects for the Day to Day Life”.

“Edwin, mate, before you go all business on this, do you realise what it means?” Charles said, very softly. “We can finally take a picture together.”

Even Crystal was smiling at the idea, despite her usual distaste for their “too explicit sappiness”.

Edwin looked around at them all, then at the object in his palm again, and smiled the biggest smile Charles had ever seen. He hugged Niko, and all four of them piled on before starting to take pictures in different corners of the new space.

At some point, boxes of Chinese food appeared on the floor, followed by a cake Crystal had ordered for the occasion with the icing forming the words: “Happy Agency Reopening Day!”. While Niko and Crystal had dinner, the two ghosts retreated to their room for a moment, still overwhelmed by the pictures they were holding in their hands.

Edwin caressed them with trembling fingers. “Which one should we put on the wall?”

“This one,” Charles said immediately, but instead of pointing to one of the pictures, he pressed a kiss to Edwin’s lips and clicked the button on the polaroid camera. He hadn’t dared do that in front of the girls, but he had desperately wanted to since Niko had shown them the object.

“You are lucky I love you so terribly,” Edwin said in a mock offended tone.

“I know,” Charles replied, putting the camera and the precious picture on one of the shelves.

“Guys! It’s still friendship time, you can go be lovesick idiots later!” called Crystal from outside the door. Quieter - but not enough not to be heard - she added:

“Shouldn’t the honeymoon phase be over after a thousand years?”

Charles chuckled. “Ready to go back there?”

Edwin nodded and entwined their fingers together, walking towards the door. Before they could walk through it, Charles whispered:

“I forgot to say, I love you too.”

#painlandweek #dead boy detectives #dbda #payneland #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki

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bones4thecats · 1 year ago

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hi can I request for Hades, Thor, Poseidon

y/n is mortal and the most calm, polite and gentle mortal they ever meet not even once they hear her raise her voice

even talking with them who hate human still in those demeanor

even trash talk about human still the same. yes the y/n don't have much love to her kind but she still mortal and they will trash talk about human and her

but secretly he like that attitude of y/n and with how y/n not afraid of them

as they trash talked about her. it is first time they hear her raise her voice, yet it still soft and gentle way. as y/n have been holding her anger and smile calmly to them. that is the first time she exploded

it was on that time they 100% to themselves who have been denied whole time that they are in love with y/n and proposed y/n prompt

this cause y/n blushed. y/n face have enter a new shade of red that human not supposed to have and agreed to marry them p/s: i'm looking at you Posseidon

A/N: I have four more requests to get through, and then I’m writing an old poll result and eventually making another poll. Now, enjoy!!

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💀 Your trash-talking of humans was what got Hades interested in you

💀 They were your kind, yet you dislike them with such passion, kinda like him and the Gods

💀 Hades would smile gently as you would speak to Poseidon about how annoying humans were, he was a family man, he needs his brothers to connect with you just as much as he did

💀 And when he heard from Poseidon that you were a good option for him, it made him set his plan into action

💀 He had made you a traditional Greek dinner and went on a walk on the surface of Valhalla with you, before stopping in the middle of a field, the same field you both met

💀 You looked at the stars and a small bird that flew overhead, and didn’t realize that the God of the Underworld was down on his knee until you turned around

“ My skull, will you do me the honor and rule beside me as my partner until death? “

💀 Hades smiled as tears began running down your face, knowing he was doing the same

💀 Twirling you in the air as you cried into his shoulder, hiding your very red face

💀 He couldn’t wait for the day you both pledged yourselves to one another, he though as he slipped the silver wedding band with an amethyst jewel on your ring finger

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🌩️ The way you stood up for yourself got Thor interested in you

🌩️ He was used to watching humans just skimper away and hide themselves behind others or in the shadows when in the presence of Gods, especially him due to his reputation

🌩️ Thor would listen as you trash-talked humanity, calling them puny and wastes of space when something horrid they did was mentioned

🌩️ Despite many protests from Forseti because of your Humanity, Odin and Loki both approved of you, saying you were the perfect match for their family member

🌩️ He had been planning this for months, and when he had watched you smile and pat a young elf child as they gave you a flower, he knew that was the nail in the coffin

🌩️ He was to propose that night

🌩️ Thor took a small walk with you after a family dinner with Odin and Loki, to which the duo gave him the ring and small pep-talk he needed

🌩️ He had stopped when a river blocked your path, and because of this, you were standing underneath a tree, but not just any tree, a crape myrtle, which symbolized love

🌩️ You held one of the flowers as it fell, which prompted Thor to get down and hold out the ring to you, and when you saw him, you erupted into a blush redder than his hair

“ Y/N, I’m not the best with words and you know that. But, no words can describe how in love I am with you, and because of that, will you do me the honor and become my official partner until death parts us? “

🌩️ You cried and hugged him so close as he held his own sobs back

🌩️ Once he laid the golden band with a diamond in it on your finger, the kiss that pledged you both to one another was initiated

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🔱 You were at a meeting of the Gods with your oldest friend Aphrodite and when they mentioned you being there was a distraction, you just snapped back, saying humanity was something you had the right to speak of

🔱 And hearing you not defend, but complain about made Poseidon glance at you in surprise

🔱 He had never in his millions upon millions years of life heard any human talk down on their kind as a whole

🔱 Aphrodite chuckled as Poseidon took more interest in you, and she teased him constantly about wanting to marry you and start a new family of human-haters

🔱 But what she didn’t expect was for you two to commit to each other quite fast

🔱 Poseidon and you had been tiptoeing around the topic of marriage, prefering to be where you are at the moment, but when he heard Hades bring up how cute you both would be together and starting a family, he had got a ring and set out to propose to you

🔱 You were just sitting by the coast, the same one where you both would just complain about humans and how puny they were compared to the Gods, and he had you stand up before splitting a small area in the ocean for you to follow him through

🔱 He took you to the middle of a coral reef and held out the ring, it was golden with two aquamarine gems and a gem that appeared to be your favorite one

“ You’re unlike any mortal I have met in my life, Y/N. And because of your uniqueness you have caught my interest since the day you first mentioned your hatred for Humanity. Now, will you do me the honor of becoming my partner in ruling the oceans? “

🔱 Your cheeks erupted in a dark shade of red, and he smirked as you nodded and hugged him, allowing him to hold you in the air as you wrapped your legs around his waist before dipping down for the most romantic kiss you two ever shared

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lunarspiral1127 · 8 months ago

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X-Men 97 episode 8 *SPOILERS*

Bastion

Not gonna lie, I busted out laughing when I watched his origin story. This is the second time an antagonist had to wait for a couple to make a child and use said child for their plans. Nimrod was lucky that the guy he infected was in a relationship. Plus, I thought it was gonna make Bastion sympathetic due to his childhood flashbacks, but nope.

So, he made a Utopia for humans, but the mutants are enslaved. Saw old Polaris and the Phoenix. But, what bugs me is that he claims that many of the humans consented to be turned into Prime Sentinels without knowing all the details and won't have any memory of being turned. I find it hard to believe that every single one of them would've consented, especially his elderly mother. Dude omitted many details and I'm pretty sure he turned some of them without them knowing. Plus, I'm still mad at him for killing Gambit.

Cameos of Dr. Doom and Zemo (hydra n@zi Zemo, not the MCU version). Wasn't expecting to see them being members of OZT.

Mr. Sinister's just in it for the mutant experimentation.....y'know what? I shouldn't be surprised with that reason why he "teamed up" with Bastion. More test subjects.

Summers Family

Not gonna lie, I was really annoyed with the drama between Cable and Scott. If this was comics Scott, I can understand why Cable's giving him the cold shoulder. But, this Scott didn't wanna abandon Nathan like his dad did to him! It was Madelyn that gave him to Bishop. So, if Scott was there with her, things would've been cool?! God, I'm so sick of this drama. Thank goodness that it didn't last long and that Jean stopped them from escalating it further.

Summers family vs. Prime Sentinels was pretty cool. I like that father/son fistbump, which means things will get better between the two.

It's funny that Jean's being the mom at Cable who's like this big man in his 50s.

Also, Jean and Scott's relationship is getting better which is a relief.

Nightcrawler

Once again, precious boy and MVP. What he said to Jean was really nice. He's always been there as someone's shoulder to lean and cry on. When he talked about Mystique, I felt so bad for him. Honestly, I hated what she did to him just because he was born that way. In the 90s show, she did feel guilt for what she did when Nightcrawler talked to her. But, I still didn't like her for what she did to him. However, with all the words and hugs he's given to others, I hope he has someone who'd give him words and hugs too. He also needs a shoulder to lean and cry on too.

SWASHBUCKLING NIGHTCRAWLER HELL YEAH!!! I've been waiting to see him use swords and it was worth the wait. Him teaming up with Wolverine was really cool. Plus, seeing how his teleporting works was cool too. Love that he was protecting his sister, and I'm glad that we got something with him and Logan cause we haven't had anything like that since he first appeared.

Beast

Why the hell would he let the reporter stay in?! Even if she's not doing her job, she's shouldn't be involved! It has nothing to do with her, plus, I'm pretty sure he revealed a lot of classified information that only the X-Men should be allowed to hear and see. Dammit, Beast. And, dammit Morph for letting her in too.

*sigh* Anyone else think, he's been done dirty in this episode? Cause having her stay in there got his butt kicked. Sure, he didn't know that she was a Prime Sentinel, but they do know the possibility that any human could be one, right? Now, Beast is knocked out along with Rogue, who hasn't woken up still.

Jubilee and Roberto

Okay, so they are gonna be part of the main plot, good. I was worried that they were gonna be sidelined, especially Jubilee.

His mom is a beech. She sold her son out to the Prime Sentinels and didn't believe him and for what? Her reputation?! Man, f**k this beech, she sucks. Poor Roberto though.

Finally using his powers more than once! I counted four times in this whole series so far of when he used them. It's also something that annoys me about the character. He said that he was training in the Danger Room to surprise Jubilee, but why couldn't we have seen that?! Why couldn't we have Roberto training with one of the X-Men's help and see him develop his abilities?! Hell, have Jubilee be there to train him! That way we could've seen more of his abilities and see him grow more and have him interact with other characters, bonding with them. Not just Jubilee. Maybe have him open up to when he first awakened his powers and why he wants to hide them, instead of just telling us.

On the plus side, they should be okay thanks to Magneto's magnetic EMP ability. Speaking of which....

Magneto

I'm glad he didn't get turned into a Prime Sentinel, but I still don't understand how Bastion and Mr. Sinister got his hands on him from Genosha. That blast should've killed him along with the Morlocks. I don't even think it's gonna be explained how they captured him.

His prisoner numbers....yeesh. 😬

The one good thing that Cooper did. Letting him go and realizing that he was right. Aside from that, f**k her. Seriously, was the only good human (regular human, not enhanced) shown in this was Moira?! Cause that's what it feels like.

Now, I was confused at first with what Magneto did, but I think he went to the North or South Poles and used the Earth's magnetic field which is strongest there to cause a worldwide blackout, disabling all the Prime Sentinels. Not killing them, mind you. All while in his underwear, too.

Honestly, I wouldn't blame him if he wages war. He tried to be good. He tried to respect Xavier's dream. But, look what happened. So, I wouldn't blame him if he did this.

HOWEVER! I like that Magneto was good. Part of me doesn't want him to go back to his old ways cause that's gonna be more conflict between him and Xavier. Plus, only Logan claimed that Magneto waged war. If he did, he would've killed the Prime Sentinels, but he didn't. If anything, he'd be waging war on Bastion since he's the one responsible. But, yeah, I'm sorry Xavier. You're cool and all, but Magneto was right.

Cameos

I mentioned Zemo, Doctor Doom, Future Polaris and Future Phoenix. But there were much more.

Omega Red and the Silver Samurai, but one that made me so excited to see......SPIDER-MAN!!! I was so happy to see 90s Spider-Man. I know many would want a sequel to the animated series, but we'll have to wait and see.

The rest I wanna talk/rant about

Professor X shows up finally, but I got miffed when he said "I hope I'm not too late". CHARLES! YOU ARE VERY VERY LATE!!! I know space travel takes time, but COME ON! He better do something real quick to help stop all this crap that's been happening. Dunno how, but it better be something good.

By the way, I'm still annoyed with that black hole excuse. Why couldn't he just contact Scott and the others and stay in touch with them right when he was fully recovered or was well enough?

WHERE THE HELL IS STORM?!?!?! I know she's with Forge, but you'd think the moment she heard about Genosha, she'd head back home flying. She'll probably show up next week, but it's been like two episodes since she got her powers back. Is her not being there sooner a choice the writers made cause if she was there, the fight with the Prime Sentinels would've been over quicker? *sigh* I just wanna see one of my favorites come back and kick some butt like she used too.

I dunno if Forge is gonna come back with Storm, but I hope he does. I want him to help with this Bastion mess. Plus, he did take a photo with him, which has me worried that he was connected somehow but I hope not. It also would be cool, if he contacted the rest of X-Factor and meet up with the X-Men and team up. But, I don't think that's gonna happen.

So, Bishop is definitely out of the picture for the rest of this season, which is bullcrap. It would've been cool to have him and Cable work together again like before along with the X-Men. But, instead, the excuse was they got separated from the time stream. So, we don't even know if he's okay or if he's lost again, or if he actually made it back home. God, I feel like his character's purpose of the show was to help create another characters origin.

Okay, I think that's pretty much it. It was a good episode, even though I did rant on a lot of stuff. We'll see how parts 2 and 3 play out in the next two weeks and hope that the finale will stick the landing.

#x men 97 #xmen 97 #x-men 97 #xmen 97 spoilers #x men 97 spoilers #x-men 97 spoilers #episode 8 #episode eight #marvel

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anarchiii · 7 months ago

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The Shadowsinger’s lover-3 —ACOTAR AU

Part three | warnings: fluff, language, little bit of angst, | Azriel x Rhys!sister

Summary; Rhys’ sister comes home, finally, and the the new members of the inner circle are surprised to learn that she (we are gonna call her ‘Selene’) and Azriel are Mates and have been for over two hundred years.

Note; this is an AU it’s not in the books.

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Selene’s POV

“Why do I have to meet them? I don’t want to” She groaned, Rhys wanted her to meet his mate’s sisters, “sel, they are apart of your family, you need to meet them. Do it for me. Please? I’ll let you hold Nyx.” Her brother pleaded. “Fine” “thank you!” He gave her a rib-crushing hug in return. she was only doing this for her nephew, not him, screw her brother. Besides, she didn’t particularly want to meet the second oldest Archeron, Elain. Azriel had told her about the sweet faced girl. And her little crush on her mate. She didn’t trust anyone that seemed to nice or friendly, they always turned out to be the most dangerous, she’d learned that from experience.

“Get off me, you brute” Selene hissed when he hadn’t let go in fifteen seconds, ten seconds was an acceptable amount of time for a hug, he needed to learn that, Rhys muttered a curse under his breath at her. She was feeling merciful today so she didn’t whoop his ass. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t fight him later, prick. “I’m going to ignore the insults you-oh-so-love to say to me.”

“I’m just telling the truth, mother always said that you should never lie, I’m doing what she told me.” She said while batting her lashes at him. He may know how to rile her up but she damn well knew how to do it to him as-well. She saw a muscle flicker in his jaw, that told her that it was working, “don’t use mother’s words against me, Selene. I don’t appreciate it.”

She saw raw, unfiltered power flicker in his eyes, and for a second, she felt fear course through her body. She sometimes forgot how powerful her brother was and how he only needed to snap his fingers and she’d be dead, not to mention that his entire inner circle was made up of lethal warriors—perhaps even Elain—that would do anything the high lord asked of them, he could obliterate the House of Wind and the surrounding mountains without losing a fraction of his powers. A chill ran down Selene’s spine at the fact. Maybe she shouldn’t mess with him, not right now, later perhaps.

“That’s what I thought” Rhys glared at her, she glared right back. Her knuckles turned white from clenching them so hard. She really. Really, wanted to punch him right now, but she couldn’t. She wanted to see her nephew, “your safe for now. You lucky bastard.” “Yeah yeah,”

Her brother smirked, he put a hand around her waist and the other on the back of her knees, she hated this part of flying, when anyone that wasn’t Azriel had to fly her, she didn’t like anyone else touching her—especially not her brother. For obvious reasons.

“Okay, hold on.” Rhys said, that smirk still plastered on his face.

“I swear to the gods, Rhys, if you drop—”

He jumped off the balcony and took off fast, the air whipping at her face making her unable to talk, she had to shut her eyes because the wind was making them leak with her tears. Selene grabbed her brother’s collar hard. She really, really, didn’t want him to drop her, she’s come to hate flying, it brought back to many memories of when she could fly. She didn’t often think about what had happened so many years ago. Sometimes she could still feel the weight of those beautiful ebony wings, everyone apart from Azriel thought the scars on her back had been healed. In reality. They were shielded away from sight with a glamour that was up at all times, the only times the shield was down was when she was alone with her mate, even then, Selene didn’t let him touch the scars too long.

Selene tried not to stare to long at the others wings, because then they’d look at her with that same pitiful expression, Rhys’ would be full of guilt and pain—like he could’ve stopped what had happened. She shuddered at the thoughts.

Rhys looked down at her, violet eyes met hers, they softened, “stop that.” Selene said, “people will think you aren’t as dangerous as everyone makes you out to be, you can’t have that happen. Now. Can you?”

“No” he answered back, “I suppose I can’t” she nodded her head in agreement, she looked down at the city that was growing in size the closer they got to it. Velaris was beautiful. Yes, there was no denying that but, she had seen and explored every nook and cranny of the city, she was growing bored of it. Velaris had never been her home. she’d always known that, she wanted to go somewhere new, a place where no one knew her name. A place where the citizens wouldn’t fear Azriel. A place where they could raise their children and not constantly worry that someone—or something—would want to harm them, but she couldn’t do that, this was her mate’s home, this where her brother and his family were. Gods forbid she leave and get a letter saying they had been killed. she couldn’t bear to lose another one of her family because she was selfish.

It was her fault Selene and her mother were going to go see Rhysand, she had begged and begged to see him, she’d missed him horribly, they were never apart when they were younger. She didn’t want him to grow up and be high lord. Rhys had never wanted to be in that position, she’s lucky her father never saw fit to betroth her.

And just like that, they were landing in-front of Rhys’ townhouse, her brother gently lowered her down until her feet touched the plush grass, he clapped her on the back before saying. “I can’t wait for you to meet them. You’ll love them, I promise,” he then guided her into the grand house, the interior was nice—clearly someone knew what they were doing, paintings were hung up all over the walls. The smell of flowers greeted her nose along with the smell of fresh bread. You could tell someone actually lived here. She could appreciate that, they walked through a room and they were then in a lounge, there were blankets and pillows everywhere, the crackling of the nearby fire met her ears. Cassian and the sharp-faced female were on one of the many chairs. The general had an arm around the woman’s shoulder—that was odd—he smiled when he saw her.

“My friends” he started, “I’d love for you to meet my mate, Nesta, Nesta this is my dearest friend—and sister. Selene. She is Rhys’ sister,” he gestured to her, the female—Nesta, smiled at her slightly before tucking herself into her mate’s chest. She wanted to be friends with her. She knew that much.

In the corner of her eye she saw Rhys’ mate coke around the corner, a babe in her arms—her nephew, finally, Feyre pecked her brother’s lips before turning her gaze to her. There was a certain sparkle that was in her eyes. As if the Sidra was a person, that’s what she looked like, her nephew squealed when he spotted her, that brought a rare smile to her face—one that didn’t go unnoticed by Rhysand, Feyre gently placed Nyx into her arms. He immediately latched his little arms around her and buried his face in her chest. She’d never been good with kids so this was a surprise, “oh my, I don’t think I’ve ever seen little Nyx get so attached to someone so quickly, poor Amren is going to be devastated when she finds out Nyx has a new favourite” she said giggling, Selene could tell why her brother had so easily fallen in love with her, it was impossible not too.

Feyre and Selene exchanged introductions eventually, them both getting on well with each other, surprisingly, that fact had Rhys smiling.

Just when things were getting good, another soul breezed into the room wearing a floral-pink dress and a bright smile—probably Elain, she was glad her mate wasn’t there, she didn’t particularly feel like having to pull the girl off of him. “Hi! You must be Rhysand’s friend, so nice to finally meet you!” Her voice was like honey. Dripping from her mouth, it was a wonder why she wasn’t residing in Spring or Day instead of Night, she was too sweet for this place, she was too sweet for Azriel, why she had rejected the mating bond too Lucien Vanserra she didn’t know.

Lucien was a good male, she had met him a few times, and on each of those occasions he had been nothing but polite and friendly, hopefully the reason for not accepting the bond was not because of the male she shared a bed with. “Actually.” Her brother said with a strained smile, “this is my sister, Elain, and I’d hope you’ll respect her as I would not like to hear that you are not,”

The middle Archeron’s eyes momentarily flickered to the high lord, annoyance clearly visible on her face, Feyre sighed, the youngest Archeron plucked her son from Selene’s arms. The babe started tearing up at the loss of contact. She wouldn’t admit it but she too, wanted to keep holding the boy, she’d always loved kids but they had never seemed to reciprocate the same affection, children was a bit of a touchy subject for her and Azriel so she rarely brought it up, though she did hope one day she would have the gift of bearing his children. Even if it would most certainly not be any time soon.

“Well, I’d love to get to know you more, Selene, but I have to go to the bakery, buh-bye now!” She said before turning on her heels and skipping her way out of the room. “I’ll have to go to. Sadly. I have to put little Nyxie to bed before he starts fussing,” she waved at her before leaving the room.

She’d barely met Elain and yet she already desperately needed some good wine, apparently Nesta sensed that because she pulled out a fresh bottle from the nearby liquor cabinet, Selene chuckled and grabbed a glass before plopping onto the lounge next to Nesta.

When she walked through the doors to their shared bedroom she immediately spotted her mate hunched over his desk, papers strewn across its mahogany surface, his hair was messy from what looked like fingers running through it, she walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Rubbing circles into the scarred skin. Undoing tight knots, Azriel sighed and threw his head back into her chest, she ran her fingers through his hair causing him to purr like a cat. “How did it go?” He whispered. “I suppose it went alright, Elain was an absolute joy to meet, I like Nesta, she’s nice” he laughed in response, “I’m sorry you had to deal with her. I’m proud of you that you managed to keep your cool.”

She leaned over him and kissed him forehead, that made him get up and lay her down on the bed, peppering her everywhere with sweet gentle kisses.

They were soon under the covers with their body as close as it could be, her face was buried in the crook of his neck, she heard his breathing become calmer. Its rhythm one she could fall asleep to anywhere. “Hey, Az?”

“Yeah?”

…

“Have you ever thought about having kids?”

The End.

Note: did you notice the reference to the song ‘too sweet’ by Hozier? I love the song, it’s not often I like songs that are recently made but this is truly one of a kind.🤍

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deanoheartspie · 1 year ago

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Sunshine 5

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: I've gotten some feedback on my writing! So this is my first attempt at trying to make it better and make it make sense for all! I really do appreciate suggestions with writing/about the book, also love hearing what you have to say about the characters.

(MIGHT REWRITE!! Depending on how I feel about it)

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Y/N POV

The beautiful grassy fields, full of bright colorful flowers, and the clouds in the most beautiful blue sky ever seen. It was like it was picture-perfect almost too good to be true. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't you'd never know for sure.

Most of all though... Dean. He was a good man, you could tell by just the way he carried himself or the way he cared about others.

You've never laughed as hard or had genuine conversations as you had this afternoon with no other than the gruff cowboy. Family members never really cared or even tried to seem interested in what you had to say but when they did they were only interested in how it'd affect their precious images.

After he left though, grumbling about having to chase some dog again earning a laugh from you and a simple 'good luck' he ran off after walking me back. True gentleman I must say.

“Hey, Laura do you need help with anything?” You tiredly ask desperately wanting to drown yourself in a nice hot shower.

The older woman looks up from her knitting and smiles as she shakes her head “No thank you sweetheart, how did today go? Did he go easy on ya?” She asked as she went back to what she was doing glancing up at you a few times.

Easy? Maybe he did? He didn't seem as bossy as he usually was had they talked to him?

“You could say that... He did teach me a lot. I appreciate you guys letting me stay here” You thank them probably for the one-hundredth time this week.

“That's good. He's very good at what he does, and quit thankin' us we are family and family helps one another. Now shoo! Go relax, you are probably exhausted its getting way too hot out there”

You smile and nod, giving her a quick hug before running up to the room.

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Drying off your hair, tossing a tank top, and your favorite soft pajama pants that most definitely would get ruined here if something were to happen.

The creaking wood floors, announce you to everyone downstairs causing Dean and a little girl to look at you... Smiling at them you wave.

“Who's this little one?” You ask but can see the resemblance between the two, was this who Lina Linda Lisa was? Whatever her name was talking about that day on the sidewalk?

“My daughter” His usual gruff and annoyed voice was non-existent. He sounded happier.

The big ole green-eyed little girl had the biggest smile on her face as she leaned back and forth on her plastic princess heels. She was practically a carbon copy of Dean, but as a young girl and boy was she adorable.

“Hello! I'm Rory” She stuck her tiny hand out, You gently shook her hand the same smile stuck on your face.

“Nice to meet you, Rory! I'm Y/n”

Rory quietly thought for a moment, it felt like a mini interview, and god that made you anxious.

“Do you like ponies?” she asked squinting her eyes, acting as if she was asking the most important question ever.

Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head while he had a small smile of amusement wondering how this would go.

“Hm, are they magical ponies or normal ones?”

She tapped her chin, before reaching up to her father who knew the look she gave him probably way too well because right away he handed her a unicorn stuffed animal. “Obviously the ones that can fly!” Aurora said in a duh tone, pointing up at you, you look around curious as to what/why she was exactly pointing for.

“Aurora what did I say about pointing? It's rude.” Dean's voice echoed from the hallway, he was on his way into the kitchen.

“I like her, you date her?” She said, causing Dean to spit out his coffee and start coughing his lungs out. Your eyes widen in surprise, who would've thought a simple question about magical freakin' horses would lead to this?

“You can't keep doin' that, sweet pea. She's my friend, and that's all.” He explained, cleaning up his mess while the little girl nodded before shrugging.

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The rest of the night went well, You and Rory played for a bit while Dean cooked. Giving him credit where it's due, he's a pretty damn good cook if you must say yourself. Though half the things he does make will mostly take 30 years off your life. That donut burger was worth it though...

Bedtime came around, and Aurora fell asleep in your arms safe and sound. Following Dean up to his room after he offered plenty of times to take Rory off of your shoulders after you refused not wanting to wake the young lady.

What you hadn't noticed before when you had woken the man up this morning was the little princess bed on the other end of the bedroom full of toys and stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” He whispered pushing everything off to the side neatly, grabbing a big t-shirt and gently putting it on Rory, before taking her from your arms and tucking her in.

Oddly enough this felt normal. Though it probably shouldn't have. Friends, friends are what we are and that's it.

“Good night Dean.” You say halfway out the bedroom door when he says something that caught you off guard.

“Will you have a drink with me?” He asked standing up straight and walking towards you with a tiny smile.

A drink with Dean? That actually sounds kinda nice.

“Sure. Though I'm surprised you still haven't learned your lesson from last night's drunken mess” You tease, flashing off your pearly whites as he rolls his eyes guiding you downstairs out to the front porch.

He hands me a nice cold beer before plopping himself down onto the front porch stairs, looking up at the starry night sky. Even at night, this place was beautiful.

“So, you never told me why you're here in the first place Darlin',” He said breaking the silence, putting his full attention onto you.

“Runaway bride.” You say shortly, with a tiny shrug before taking a sip of the liquid. Dean's were wide before he broke into a fit of laughter, shaking his head

“No really why are you here?” He asked again calming himself down, the smile still on his face and his face all red from the laughing.

“Runaway bride.” You say slower this time, in all seriousness. The smile was quick to leave his face and his eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his face.

“Your fuckin' with me right? That stuff only happens on telenovelas” Dean was leaning his head back against the railing, still in shock.

“Nope.”

“Y/n why do you sound so calm about this? What'd he do to have you run off to the middle of nowhere and pick up horse shit for the rest of your life” Dean asked, running his fingers through his hair before finishing off his beer.

“It was set up, arranged marriage. Didn't want to go through with it so I left plain and simple.” You get up stretching your arms grabbing the small blanket from the swinging couch, wrapping it around yourself.

“You shock me every day. I won't have some crazy man comin' here demanding you right? I ain't gonna get in a fight for you sweetheart pretty and all but I have a kid and I'm already on thin ice.” He seriously says while never once looking away from you.

“I don't expect you to get in a fight for me and no, there should be no man coming here to fight you” You roll your eyes, men were stupid sad thing was you did want someone to love, and protect you. But then again that only happened in fairytales, this was fair from one.

“Glad we are on the same page. But as the sheriff, I'd have to help ya out so just gimmie a call”

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 2 years ago

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Take It

What A Sad Sight (Part 1) Her (Part 2)

> larissa weems x fem!reader

> requested? kinda

> content/warnings: angst then idk fluff? L being a walking red pole, mentions of violent thoughts (if u squint), and andy 😭 oh ANDYYY

> a/n: this is the first time i have made a fanfic with three parts 🥹 i had If You Love Her on repeat for like an hour for this

“Principal Weems? There's someone here for you.”

Larissa almost snapped her neck as she looked up towards the door. This is it. Maybe this was you. Maybe this was the part where you talk to her and you both make up.

“Send them in. Thank you.” Larissa told her assistant whilst dusting off invisible dust from her dress. God was she nervous.

Larissa waited until the visitor opened the door to her office, but alas she was disappointed. It was Marilyn that wanted to talk to her. About renovations for the greenhouse. Truth be told, Larissa didn't care. Marilyn could do anything to the greenhouse, though her decisions did need Larissa's approval, which she could do by email.

As Marilyn left, Larissa sighed and stretched her neck. It's been weeks since she began to drown herself in work. Albeit she didn't need to, she wanted to. She made sure to do anything, though unnecessary, to forget about what she did. She felt angry at herself. But she can't change what she did. And truthfully, she didn't want to. If she could talk to you, she can explain everything.

A knock snapped her out of her reverie. “Principal Weems? There's someone here for you. Her name's Andy.”

Andy? She didn't know any Andy's in her life. Though this must be the new board member that needed to talk to her. Ah yes, she was going to schedule a meeting later but it seems the board is one step ahead of her.

“Let them in, please. Thanks.”

Within a second, the visitor opened her office door and smiled. “Have a seat! You must be the new board member!”

The visitor, Andy, nodded in gratitude and sat in front of Larissa. “Uh–” Andy cleared her throat. “I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a part of the board.”

Larissa blinked in surprise and sat straight. ‘If Andy isn't part of the board then...’ And it clicked. Larissa's eyes widened as she looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar face in front of her. She's met Andy before, at the Weathervane, with you. Hugging you. Talking with you. Laughing with you.

Clearing her throat, Larissa pursed her lips and asked. “Then, Ms. Andy, what is your purpose here at Nevermore?”

Andy gave a chuckle at the coldness the red-lipped woman was giving her. She didn't know why, but she can guess. “Well, to start, I'm Andy. Y/N's personal assistant–” Larissa scoffed at the statement. They sure weren't acting as colleagues when she saw them at the Weathervane.

“Truly, Y/N and I are just colleagues, friends, yes, you can say that. But that's just it.” Andy explained as she watched Larissa's face. She could see the different emotions running in her mind.

“As far as I am concerned, I don't think that's the reason why you are here, yes?” Larissa questioned Andy. She didn't give a damn about any explanation coming from the brunette in front of her. She wanted to talk to you. Not your assistant.

Andy sighed, this was going to be a lot harder than she thought. “Larissa, I have been with Y/N since you turned her down.” she watched the blonde wince at her choice of words. ”And I want to tell you. Take it.” Andy got a velvet box and laid it down on the blonde's desk. “If she gives you her heart, don't you break it.”

Larissa let out a breath as she gazed at the box in front of her. Choosing to open it, she gasped at its content. The box had two rings in it, not just any rings, one was Y/N's family heirloom that she told Larissa about. And the other was a paper ring, the same ones she made for Y/N.

“Larissa, I have been hopelessly in love with Y/N the moment she crashed into me.” The blonde snapped her eyes to look at the brunette in front of her. “From the moment she spilled her coffee on my button up. From the moment I looked into her eyes–” Larissa tightened her grip on the velvet box she was holding. If this was a visit to brag to her that you and Andy are an item now, she wouldn't be capable of not doing anything crass to the brunette.

“I have been hopelessly in love with my boss, with Y/N.” Andy felt a shudder go through her. She never imagined she would confess her feelings for Y/N to Y/N's ex-girlfriend.

“And after you turned her down, I admit I was ecstatic at first, but as I saw her.” Andy bit her lip as her eyes glistened. “Larissa, she was a walking zombie. She didn't feel anything. And I know, because I can feel it.”

Larissa blinked, trying to bury the lump in her throat as she listened to Andy's confession. “I–”

Andy gave Larissa a smile and took the blonde's hand. “You don't have to explain anything to me.” She squeezed Larissa's hand. “But please, fix it. Fix her.”

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Larissa has never been nervous like this before. She wasn't nervous when she was brought to the former principal's office to give her the mantle. She wasn't nervous when she tried to make it through the Rave'n without a date. Yet, when it came to you, everything for her became a blur. She was always nervous around you. That she would fuck up. And that she did. And now, she was nervous, more than she could imagine.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs and towards the door made her want to turn around and go back. But she made a promise to herself. As the door opened, your wide eyes were the first one noticed. How it held shock and then anger as you processed her presence in front of your house.

“Hi.” Larissa breathed.

You purse your lips and shake your head then laugh. “Fucking pills giving me hallucinations.” You tried to shut the door yet Larissa jammed her foot before it closed.

“Y/N. You are not hallucinating. Please let me in.” Larissa held the doorknob in hopes of you letting her in.

“For what? So that you can turn me down all over again?” She winced at your tone. You and Andy did have something in common, and it was straightforwardness, despite being both gay.

“Please, let me in.” She whispered, begging for you to take her in again.

With your internal armor breaking, you sighed and opened the door wide enough for her to step inside. “Sit wherever you want.” You pointed to the couches in front of you.

As she sat on the loveseat near her, you chose to sit on the armchair in front of her. The coffee table separating both of you. “Talk.”

Larissa chewed her lip and sighed. It was now or never. “I– Y/N, I am sorry. I'm sorry for turning you down. For interrupting you with a rejection. And I know anything I say to explain it will never be enough for you and for me. It won't be enough to wash the pain I've caused to you away. But please understand that I had to. I had to reject it. I am a walking red flag, Y/N. I am a people pleaser, to the point that I do not give a fuck about anything and anyone around me just to please everyone. I am self-centered, I get jealous easily, I am unstable, Y/N. I can't give that burden to you.”

The silence was too much to bear. Here she was, giving you every chance to yell at her, scream at her, cry because of her. But all you did was tilt your head.

“Who said I wanted that burden all to myself?” You asked her in a whisper as you raised your eyebrows in mockery.

Releasing a breath, you laughed at her words. “God– I–” Standing up, you put your hands on your hips and closed your eyes in exasperation.

Larissa blinked away the tears and balled her fists. If this was needed for her to be forgiven, she would take it. Take the mockery, take the laughs, take the punch of being the butt of the joke.

“–issa! Larissa!” She snapped her eyes towards you and saw you a foot away from her.

“Good, I have your attention now.” You ran your hand through your hair. “Larissa, I didn't propose to you because I wanted to be burdened by all your insecurities. I proposed to you because I wanted you to fight it with me.” You leaned towards her and wiped the tear that made its way down her face. “Larissa you are the best thing that I had, and I'll love you even if you don't love me like that.”

Cupping her face with your hands, you planted a kiss on her forehead. And that was all it took Larissa to let her tears out. Larissa became a sobbing mess in your arms.

Burying your face in her hair, you let your tears out and embraced her tightly. “Gods, I've missed this.”

Pulling away gently, Larissa cupped your face in her hands. “I'm sorry. I love you, not because you love me like that, but because I love you.” She whispered. Afraid that any noise would break you apart. That she would wake up and realize that this was all a dream.

Giving a watery smile, you replied. “It's done now, my love.” You leaned into her and brushed your lips with hers.

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slasherhoe87 · 2 years ago

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Good Morning Honey🥰

I hope you have a good rest of the week🖤🥺

I was wondering Dark! Stepdad Michael x f| reader where Michael has been dating your mother for months and a year he's moved in with you two he starts a relationship with you while mother goes out for work or a trip away for work and something happens, I love your blog <3

Thanks Megan, you as well 😊😉

Man, did this idea make me smirk. I'll give it my best shot - hope you'll like it!

Dark!Stepdad OG Michael Myers (set in modern day) x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cheating / Age Gap: Michael is 38 and Reader is 19

NSFW / MDNI

You looked down into the back yard through your bedroom window with utter dread. Your mom had invited a bunch of her friends and some select few family members for a Saturday afternoon bbq and you were not looking forward to mingling with them.

You knew the same questions would be fired at you, such as have you found work yet? have you met anyone special? i hope you help your mom around the house? when last have you seen your dad? Then they'll go back to ignoring you and carry on with their insipid conversations about their marriages and work life. As always. Leaving you to sit there like a stooge with no one to talk to.

You at least managed to get out of the first hour or so of the bbq by lying to your mom that you had a headache and that you just wanted to take a pill and have a bit of a sleep so that the medication could work before you join everyone for lunch. She believed you, to your own surprise, as the 'ol headache excuse was one of the oldest in the book.

Michael of course was not so lucky. He could not escape the dull chore of domestic entertainment and socializing that was a bbq this time around. Usually the moment mom mentioned the words 'friends', 'family' and 'coming over' Michael would disappear for a day or two and your mom had to make up stories as to his whereabouts.

You had a giggle to yourself as you spied Michael standing with the men around the grill, an apple cider in hand and a 'dear god please kill me now' expression on his usually stoic face.

You looked at him for a bit longer, admiring how the navy tshirt he wore stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, how his black jeans hugged his shapely thighs and ass.

You always felt guilty when you looked at and thought about Michael in any way other than platonic. The Shape of Haddonfield was your mother's boyfriend after all. Lusting after the serial killer seemed wrong for so many reasons.

But you simply couldn't help it. He was too compelling, too darkly alluring, too physically attractive. He reminded you of a jungle cat - beautiful and svelte, dexterous and strong and so very enchanting to gaze upon. But he was also deadly and dangerous, an apex predator. Death in human form - the boogeyman. And that made him all the more alluring for you. Your mom obviously felt the same, otherwise she'd have run for the hills by now.

Michael must have felt eyes on him as you jerked slightly when you again looked at his face and found him staring up and right at you. His usual blank expression was back in place but his eyes always held so much emotion that he didn't need to use any expressions.

His head tilted a bit to the left as if asking why you weren't down there suffering alongside him. You took pity on the murderous man and decided that you had hidden away in your bedroom for long enough.

Let's just get this started and over with

You looked at Michael one last time before you left your bedroom and made your way downstairs, passing a gaggle of your mom's friends who were gossiping and giggling about who-know's-what. You gave them a quick hello and a wave and rolled your eyes as you exited out of the living room's sliding door and out into the back garden.

You were immediately accosted by your two overbearing aunts with their obedient and wimpy husbands trailing after them. They of course bombarded you with the usual questions, judgement in their eyes and fake interest and sincerity dripping from their tongues. All they wanted was gossip fodder and you were glad your life was relatively boring and free of anything to gossip over.

Realizing this, your aunts quickly ended the "conversation" and stalked off to a couple of your mom's friends. You huffed and walked over to the grill, intending to save Michael from his torment.

Before you could take another step forward your mom intercepted you and blocked your view of the handsome man with the butterscotch curls and intense stormy blue eyes.

"y/n sweetie, Angela is driving me crazy with her tales of her and Peter's trip to the UK - she's expecting me back to hear about their casino trip disaster asap. God I just can't get away. Please go to the kitchen and finish making the potato salad - I just managed to cut them into cubes before she found me and dragged me away" your mom huffed and rubbed her temples.

You chuckled and nodded before gesturing to your aunts. "Try sending her and Peter to aunt Yvette and aunt Miranda - they'll keep each other busy for hours with their gossip mongering"

"Good idea!" exclaimed your mom as she pecked you on the cheek before begrudgingly trekking back to her friends Angela and Peter.

You turn back to look over at the grill and see Michael staring intently at you again. You blush and clear your throat before you walk up to the intimidating killer.

"Sorry boys but I need help in the kitchen and I'll be taking Michael along with me" you say as you gently grasp Michael's wrist.

The men barely heard you over their own boisterous laughter and storytelling with you only receiving a few half-hearted grunts and "no problems" in return.

Of course they wouldn't miss Michael, he was practically a piece of garden furniture standing beside them. Silent and still as a statue.

Michael let you drag him through the throngs of guests before the both of you stopped in the now empty kitchen with everyone else enjoying the music and sunshine outside.

"Next time you're taking me with you to wherever you disappear to when mom has one of these get-togethers, ok?" you say as you get a spoon out of the drawer and reach for the ground salt and pepper.

Naturally you were met with silence but you weren't fazed. Despite his stillness you knew he was taking in your every word and movement. Which was both comforting and disconcerting at the same time.

To your surprise Michael went to the fridge and pulled out the onions, green and red peppers, chives and mayonnaise and handed them to you before silently moving to your side again. You smiled up at him and mouthed a thanks before you began the task of dicing up the veggies to add to the potatoes.

Your concentration on your task was at level zero with how close Michael was standing next to you. His presence was larger than life, engulfing you in a sort of tangible energy that threatened to swallow you whole if you allowed it.

You felt his eyes raking over your form and your heart began thrumming wildly within your chest. Your eyes were glued to the cutting board but at this point, with the atmosphere Michael was setting you were simply working on auto pilot.

Ever so gently - which was a miracle in of itself coming from Michael - he ghosted his fingertips along your forearm, circling your elbow before moving up your bare upper arm. Goosebumps formed on your flesh, the fine hairs on your body stood to attention and your nipples hardened and pebbled beneath your sundress.

You didn't know what in the hell had gotten into Michael but your body didn't want him stop. And stop he didn't. Your nerves felt like they were set on fire as the tall man moved to stand flush behind you, both of his hands softly caressing your ribs on either side, his lips gently brushing over where your neck meets your shoulder.

You let out a small gasp, your eyes closed and you stopped cutting the veggies. This was wrong, so so wrong. You shouldn't give in to this, you should yell and push him away and march to your mom and tell her what her boyfriend just pulled in the kitchen. But you don't listen to your head. You fall into your body's desire and succumb to the ministrations Michael is performing on your flushed skin.

"Michael this is wrong" you try and tell him but your words lack conviction and are instead laced with lust. "We can't do this" you try once more but your eyes shoot open and a loud breath leaves you as Michael lowers himself to his knees, lifts the hem of your dress and drags his index finger along your cotton clothed slit.

Little jolts of electricity bounce to every nerve and cell of your body as Michael repeats the motion while his soft lips press chaste kisses against your bare bottom. You nervously look out through the empty living room and into the garden where you can see the guests drinking and chatting away, none the wiser of what's happening in the kitchen with their friend's daughter and her boyfriend.

Michael moves to sit on the kitchen floor, his back against the kitchen cabinets and his face right in line with your now dripping pussy. A wanton moan escapes you as he pulls your cotton thong down to your knees and grips your throbbing clit with his lips, giving it a deep pull, his teeth gently scraping against the sensitive flesh.

"Michael!" you gasp as your hands drop the red pepper and knife and instead grip the curls atop his head as Michael continues to caress your clit with his lips and tongue. You find yourself grinding against his face at the pleasure wracking through your heated body as Michael's large hands grip each one of your ass cheeks, firmly squeezing and massaging them.

Eventually you feel the blazing tightening deep in your core as your orgasm fast approaches. "Michael... I'm gonna..." you can't form coherent sentences with how good the serial killer's mouth is abusing your pulsing clit. Michael gives your ass cheek a firm, hard slap - his way of commanding you to cum for him.

That hard slap sent a pleasurable jolt through to your pussy which pushed you over the edge. Your hands flew to your mouth to cover your euphoric cry as the orgasm which wracked your body was the most intense you had ever felt - your own fingers had never and most likely could never bring such an orgasm about.

You panted and gripped the counter while trying to steady your breathing as you came down from your high. You looked down onto Michael who was staring back up at you. The bottom half of his face was glistening with your juices, and while his features showed no emotion, his eyes were smoldering with satisfaction and something else you couldn't identify... something dark.

🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

A few weeks had passed since your and Michael's initial escapade in the kitchen and since then the two of you had been indulging in one another and simply spending more time with each other whenever you could - you of course enjoyed the carnal pleasure that Michael brought you but more than that you found you really enjoyed his company. His mere presence calmed your otherwise natural nervous disposition and you found you shared a lot of things in common such as your music, movie and even food tastes among some other things and interests. You were never the one to initiate though, you were far too shy and guilt-ridden for that.

You couldn't believe what you were doing to your mom. She loved Michael but Michael clearly didn't love her. So why was he in a relationship with her? Was it perhaps one out of convenience? A roof over his head, food, a body to keep him warm and satisfied? You could imagine his barren old childhood home didn't offer much of anything, not like your and your mom's home could.

You didn't really know how to feel about that. If that was the case then he was simply using your mom while she in return was giving her resources, time, heart and body to someone who held no true feelings for her.

With an aggravated huff you pushed those ruminations to the back of your mind, where you had been trying to keep them caged and out of sight so that the guilt didn't eat you up while you fell deep and hard into the Michael abyss - you were treading dangerous terrain with Michael and you were afraid to where it would lead to.

"You seem deep in thought y/n" you jumped, startled by your mom's voice as you sat on the sofa, with you only partially paying attention to The Last of Us showing on the tv.

"Oh! Uhm, yeah.. sorry. Just thinking about the interview yesterday. I hope I get the job" you lie nervously as you look up at your mom.

"Don't worry hun, you'll get it. That job is perfect for you, Mr. Jenkins would be a fool to let you slip through his fingers. You would be so happy in that little bookstore. Just you, your boss and a ton of books. I know you'd hate to work in a large office building with hundreds of people, bright lighting and loud constant noise like myself"

You blow out a small breath as you rake your fingers through your hair. "I don't know how you manage that, I would never be able to get any work done and I think half the time I'd just hide away in the bathroom"

Your mom chuckles and pats your head before grabbing a chocolate covered pretzel from the bowl in front of you. "By the way, I just came to let you know that I'll be leaving for a couple of days with Don. Some seminar in Seattle and he wanted me to tag along"

Your eyes narrowed as your mom carried on speaking about the business trip, though Don was more on her tongue than the actual details of the trip itself. She raved about his big house and red Porsche, and how many new business ventures he was wading into. She had stars in her eyes and a dusting of pink on her cheeks as she practically gushed about her wealthy boss and all his possessions.

You couldn't believe it. Was your mom really feeling some type of way about Don the Douchebag? You hated that guy - you'd never met anyone more smug, self-important, materialistic and pretentious as that man. You had to be wrong about this, you just had to.

Michael was 100 times more of a man than Don could ever hope to be! Sure, Michael didn't have any material possessions or financial resources but he outshone Don in all other ways.

Michael was handsome, he was strong, capable, had an indomitable will, he had an endless pool of determination and conviction. He was sure in and of himself and let nothing stand in his path. His skill as a lover was to your limited knowledge, skilled perfection. He was smart and had a subtle humour that resonated with you which often left the two of you snickering while your mom stood there not understanding the joke.

When you felt down he would sit close by you, he never spoke but his presence comforted you - he had even allowed you to hug him on occasion when you had had a rough day at school and you needed physical affection - your mom was always working of course and you were often left at home with Michael. Sometimes you'd come home to a sandwich having been made for you by him, which always softened your heart to the ruthless killer.

He wa-- you stopped your inner defense and monologue of Michael and realized you sounded just the same as your mom who was raving about Don. You paused and alarmingly wondered where all those thoughts and praises came from - and they came so quickly too.

As your inner self had spoken so vehemently about Michael a warmth had spread throughout your chest that set your heart racing. Spooked at this, you quickly shut that train of thought down and focused back on the now retreating form of your mom who was informing you that she'd be up in her bedroom packing for the business trip.

You felt eyes on you and looked to the doorway that lead to the garage. Michael stood there in his coveralls and mask, a shiver ran down your spine as those two empty black voids of the mask bored right through you. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when he turned around and went back into the garage.

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Michael had been a bit distant from you and scarce from the house since your mom had been away, only showing up for dinner and two lunches. You worried at this change. Did you do something to upset him? Was he angry at you for some reason?

You didn't quite understand it, but you felt hurt by his absence and distance. You shouldn't though, he's not your boyfriend - he belongs to your mom. So why is that fact starting to hurt too?

You were lying flat on your stomach on your bed doodling in your sketchbook the night before your mom was due to arrive back from the seminar. Your thoughts were everywhere except on your drawings.

These past few weeks had unlocked something within you which had perhaps been there for a long time and only now after certain events had been transpiring was it bubbling to the surface.

That something was Michael.... and your feelings for the masked killer. You knew you shouldn't feel the things you did for him - he was a serial killer, an escaped patient... or inmate? Honestly you felt he was a bit of both. He was way older than you and most importantly he was your mom's lover... not yours.

But you had crossed that line already, had you not? None of those burdensome thoughts crossed your lusty little mind when his mouth and tongue were attached to your wet little pussy, when his long dextrous fingers were inside of your tight hole or when your lips were wrapped around his lengthy, girthy cock. You had no right to bemoan your issues with Michael and your feelings when they meant so little during your desire filled hazes.

Suddenly you felt a dip in your bed from behind you. Your eyes grew wide and your heartbeat sped up. You felt a large body lean over you, caging you between their legs and arms - the white tip nose of the familiar latex mask brushed up against your cheek and down the column of your neck inhaling your scent.

Heat and moisture immediately pooled between your legs as Michael ground his groin against your ass. You could feel his hard length through his coveralls and your thin lacy panties. A small whimper escaped you as Michael moved his hand between your legs and palmed your clothed pussy. He grunted at the warm moisture which had soaked right through the thin material and now coated his calloused skin.

A startled gasp left you as Michael flipped you with ease onto your back - that expressionless sinister mask staring down at your prone form. You noticed his coveralls were stained with darkened splotches here and there and then you spied a little bit of crimson close to the left ear of his mask - he had just come back from a kill... or killings, no doubt. A sickening thrill shot through you and to your core at the thought, your breathing visibly picked up and your pussy clenched.

You should be disgusted and ashamed with yourself at the fact that his killing actually turned you on so much or at all, but as usual, as The Shape lifted your short nightie up your body and shimmied it up over your shoulders and off your head your reservations and warnings fell to the wayside.

You stared up at the killer in eager anticipation as his large, calloused hands began to roam your soft, warm body. You sighed contentedly as his fingertips gently ran down over your ribs, beneath your breasts, down the center of your belly and over your hipbones only stop atop your soft pubic mound.

Your eyes bored into the two shadowed holes of his mask, feelings you didn't understand and maybe didn't want to understand swam at the forefront of your mind as Michael worshipped your body with a sensuality and gentleness you didn't think him capable of. But should you really be shocked? Michael had been surprising you for the last 3 years by proving all the preconceived notions about him wrong. Even your mom took him at face value and never delved deeper into the man behind the mask.

You smirked not so innocently inside your mind, this was something you had of Michael that she didn't. Michael showed you and you alone the real him, the man beyond the one dimensional aspect of the serial killer, the true Michael Audrey Myers and you would savour this for as long as you could.

Michael then trailed his warm hands back up your body to your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving them a firm squeeze before his fingers began rolling and pinching your pebbled nipples.

You mewled and squirmed at the sensation as his ministrations on your nipples sent small jolts of electricity down to your aching clit.

Michael then took his right hand and brought his fingers to your mouth, pushing his middle and index fingers past your lips for you to suckle and lave with your tongue. You stared up at him again, your half lidded eyes making contact with his own as he finger fucked your mouth. Your ears perked up as you heard the faintest of moans from behind his mask - you smirked to yourself as you found that there were few things sexier than a man who was vocal during sex, even if it were on the softer side. Not that you had been with other men to personally know and hear them moan, as you were a virgin - but you did watch porn.

Him removing his fingers from your mouth broke your chain of thought as you watched him move his hand down to your pussy where he then inserted his wet fingers into your clenching, eager hole.

You squirmed and mewled as he began pumping his long thick digits in and out of your slick pussy, his other hand was rubbing circles around your throbbing clit.

The pleasurable sensations made you tweak and pinch at your nipples which sent you over the edge. With a cry your orgasm shot through your body, your pussy spasmed and clenched around Michael's fingers, your clit pulsated and you sighed in satisfaction with your head hitting your pillow as you came down from your orgasm.

You watched lazily and contentedly as Michael removed his fingers and made to unzip his coveralls. You admired his fit form as more and more skin was revealed the lower his zipper went.

Once his coveralls had pooled below his hips and his throbbing, red tipped member was released you assumed he was after a blowjob as the two of you had not had actual sex with one another yet.

Your eyes widened when Michael brought the head of his large cock to your slick pussy and dragged it up your slit before circling it over and around your sensitive clit.

Was he planning to-- was this the night!? And with Michael Myers??

Your heartbeat sped up again and your chest visibly rose and fell. Michael looked towards you and tilted his head, seeing your sudden nervousness.

He reached for his mask and pulled it off, tossing it on the floor before returning his attention on you. His stormy blue eyes were darkened with lust yet held a softness to them that you were unused to as he gazed into your own e/c eyes.

Your breath hitched as bent forwards and placed a chaste kiss to your lips. You closed your eyes and felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip asking for entrance. You obliged and opened your mouth, allowing his tongue access. The kiss, at least from your end was sloppy and amateurish as you had never kissed anyone before this. Michael didn't seem to care as he moaned into your mouth. His bare chest was now flushed against yours, his hold on both sides of your head became firmer as the kiss deepened and became more desperate.

You raked your fingernails across his back and gasped into the kiss as you felt the tip of his cock poke at your entrance. Michael pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting and smiling up at him. Never did you ever think a kiss could be so good.

You looked down to where Michael's length was gently resting atop your pubic mound and wondered if you were ready to lose your virginity... to your mom's boyfriend.

The easy reply was yes, a thousand times yes. You wanted this so fucking badly and with nobody else but Michael. And before the other voice in your head could list all the reasons of why you shouldn't do this and why it was wrong you pushed it to the very back of your mind and smiled up at Michael once more before spreading your legs a little wider - your permission for him to continue. For the both of you to go through with this. For Michael Myers to take your virginity.

Michael dragged his nails along your hips and along your thighs before he gripped them and pushed them as wide apart as he could. The cool air hit your moist pussy causing you to whimper. Taking his cock in his hand he ran the head up your slit before rubbing small circles over your clit, you moaned and cupped your breasts. You had never wanted anything more than this before. This is feeling was so unfamiliar, so strange and yet felt so right, so good.

"Michael, please... I need you.. now" you whined as you tweaked your nipples and ran your hands down your flushed body.

Needing no more confirmation Michael aligned the head of his cock with your entrance before carefully pushing inside. You gasped and whimpered at the burning and stinging stretch, gripping Michael's forearms tightly as they rested on either side of you.

Tears welled in your eyes at the painful sensation and looking down at your now joined bodies you knew that Michael's impressive girth was not helping.

Michael began moving in and out of you at a steady pace and slow rhythm, giving you time to adjust to the new sensations.

Soon the sting and burn began to dissipate and pleasure washed over you. You moved your hips forward to meet his thrusts which had now picked up pace and strength.

"Yes Michael... harder.. faster!" you moaned louder as Michael obliged. His pace became thunderous, your hips and thighs visibly rippling as his pelvis slammed against your sweaty, heated skin again and again and again.

Your nails scratched at his back, your toes curled. You never would have thought sex could actually feel this fucking good. The stretch of Michael within you was overwhelming as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each deep thrust causing you to let out obscene moans of intense pleasure.

As the both of you chased your orgasms, Michael too became more vocal. His low, throaty grunts and moans sent thrills down your spine, hastening the euphoria that was fast approaching.

Michael leaned down for another desperate kiss as his fingers lavished your clit with needed attention.

The kiss broke as Michael let out a pornographic moan at his orgasm, thick ropes of warm sticky cum coated your fluttering walls and with a cry your own orgasm assaulted you at hearing Michael. Your pussy clenched and gripped his shaft, milking it of everything it had to offer.

Michael collapsed on top of you, his weight and him still sheathed inside of you comforted you in a way you didn't know you needed.

You brought your hand up and began running your fingers through his curly sandy blond hair, a content smile gracing your lips. You didn't want to speak to ruin this peaceful moment, so you closed your eyes and continued your ministrations on Michael's head as he hummed in sleepy approval.

There were so so so many things to contemplate on now and to consider going forward but as sleep began to take you, you would worry about everything tomorrow.

If only you had heard the key being slotted into the front door downstairs....

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Megan, girl, sorry lol I got carried away with this one - its way longer than I anticipated. Hope you don't mind 😄

#michael myers #og michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x reader #halloween #halloween 1978 #slasher #slasher smut #slasher fic #slasher fucker #slasher lover #slasher fandom #slasher community

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pls-let-me-out · 11 months ago

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Ancient Rome AU

Nico had just turned fifteen when his father married him off to Minos, a man from the northern regions of the empire, who owned cold but rich lands and a third of the roman army. Nico wasn’t particularly surprised, seeing as he was his father’s third-born child. It was his destiny, after all. Bianca’s death hadn’t changed much, it simply made Nico the second-born, behind Hazel. Their mothers had given them birth with only a month of difference, which had dictated the course of their lives.

It also wasn’t a surprise to Nico when he was called to Rome six months after his husband’s death. He reached the city in the middle of summer, sweating even as he stayed in the carriage with his servant.

“Do you know who it’ll be this time?” Drew asked him.

She had been Minos’ wedding gift to Nico. One of the many, surely Nico’s most treasured one. Even after he’d set her free, she’d chosen to remain with him as an employee. He considered her a member of his family.

“No,” Nico said. The walls of the city were getting closer, a sense of anxiety closed his throat.

“I hope it’ll be a good man,” she replied quietly.

Each night Nico prayed to the gods the very same thing.

When they reached his father’s villa just outside the city, one of the servants opened the door. Drew went first, then offered her hand up to Nico. His heart very nearly stopped.

His father looked older than he was, as if the six years they hadn’t seen each other had been many more. The hair on his temples was completely grey, almost white, a stark contrast to the black top. As usual, his face showed no emotion, perfectly stoic, as he stood with his hands behind his back. He looked Nico up and down, assessing him. Nico stood a bit straighter, berating himself as he did so.

Hazel had apparently just gotten out of practice. Her forehead shone with sweat, she was dressed for battle. She enveloped Nico in a hug. Six years. The last time they held each other was when Nico was leaving. They’d both grown since then, but in his sister’s arms, Nico still felt fifteen.

When they broke apart, the dark skinned woman who’d been at his father’s side stepped up.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Niccolò,” she said. Her voice was warm, and sensing who she was, Nico felt sorry for her. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Persephone, your father’s wife.”

Nico doubted she’d heard anything about him at all. Even before his marriage, he’d been at odds with his father, he doubted Hades spoke a great deal about him. “I prefer Nico.”

She smiled. She took one of Nico’s arms, Hazel on the other, and they escorted him inside. They told him about Melikoe, who apparently was his new sister. She was just three months old.

The next day, Nico met his future husband. Before that he was bathed and pampered in all ways, servants at his back and call with every comfort. When he looked at himself in the mirror, hair neatly done and every remnant of the journey scrubbed off his skin, Nico barely recognised himself.

Persephone gave him a heavy necklace, much too similar to those Nico’s own mother used to wear for his liking. They reached his new husband’s house with a carriage. Nico remembered the place, he thought he might have been there to visit before. His father used to take him and Hazel along, even when he only needed Bianca. It was hard to think of that side of his father now.

“Behave,” Hades said lowly as he helped Nico down the carriage.

“You are the picture of your mother,” somebody said.

When Nico looked up, he was met with Naomi Solace’s kind eyes. She reached him and took his hands in hers. Was his father marrying him off to a woman? Had he gone completely mad?

“I’m so happy to have you back in the city, dear,” she said. “I hated the thought of you married off to that old creature in the north.”

“Let me see the boy, Naomi. I’ll evaluate him.”

Naomi gave Nico one last smile, before stepping to the side. A few steps back, slowly limping forth, was an old man. He had white hair and even more wrinkles than Minos had. Nico sent a look to his father, but Hades was looking smugly at the boy behind the old man, whose blond curls shone like melted gold under the sun rays.

The man quickly arrived in front of Nico. Well, not quickly for any other person present, but quickly if considered that he looked like the wind might sweep him away. Hazel herself looked worried. Just the prior night, she’d told Nico that their father had kept Nico’s new husband’s identity secret.

Greasy, old fingers touched Nico’s chin, holding him still as washed-out brown eyes searched his face. Nico’s lips curled, but he didn’t move. He didn’t let himself look away. He forced every muscle of his body to stay relaxed, his lungs to not move too quickly.

“You didn’t lie about his beauty, Hades,” the old man said.

Naomi’s smile brightened. Hades slightly bowed his head, accepting the praise. Nico’s patience ran out.

“He hasn’t seen me in six years,” he said. As all eyes snapped to him, Nico put on his most saccharine smile. “Since he married me off to an old guy. So forgive me sir, but I’m really not in the mood to repeat the experience.” Nico took a step back, turning to his father, whose eyes were bulging out of their sockets. “Whatever your pact is, I’m now old enough to oppose.”

Silence fell on them. Even the birds stopped singing. Maybe the gods themselves were looking down on them.

The old man turned to the blond man behind him, who was watching the scene unfold with something akin to amusement - or awe - in his eyes.

“Well, the boy was clear,” the old man said.

Hades snapped out of his trance, and fell to his knee, head bowed. “Please, forgive him, my lord. Venus gave him beauty, just as Mars gave him spirit. Even too much of it, at times. He means well.”

“I don’t mean well,” Nico blurted out, crossing his arms on his chest. When he shook his head, the gold rings braided in his hair twinkled. “I mean to not get married to somebody who was here to see Rome being built.”

Much to Nico’s surprise, the old man laughed loudly.

Hades didn’t. He put his hands on his face, still bowing on the floor. “For the love of the gods, Nico, you’re speaking to our emperor!”

The old man laughed harder, until it sent him into a coughing fit. When he saw Nico’s open mouth, he laughed even louder. Naomi put her hands on her mouth, worried glances sent back and forth between the emperor and the blond man.

“Hades, old friend, stand. No need for that. Now that you know who I am, are you any more inclined to marry me?” Asked the emperor, once he regained his composure.

“Not really, no.”

The emperor’s lips twitched in a smile. “That’s good, because you’re not here to marry me. You’re marrying my heir.”

Again, Nico’s mouth popped open. The blond man behind the emperor stepped up, a smile lightening his freckled features.

“You are exactly as you were when we were kids,” he simply said.

Nico tilted his head to the side, finally connecting the dots. “Will.”

“I told you I’d marry you one day.” He’d kept a hand behind himself the whole time, and finally he showed it. He was holding a flower. “This is for you. I hope it’s still your favourite.”

When Nico took the poppy, his hands shook. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening. He didn’t remember much about Will Solace, but he was a kind, young boy, who saw the best in everybody. And now he was the emperor’s heir, and that in itself was quite unbelievable. Nico didn’t think he deserved somebody like Will Solace, but life wasn’t about what one deserved. So he went on with the wedding, and a week later he married William Solace.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo fic #riordanverse #solangelo au #riordanuniverse #percy jackson #rick riordan #percy jackon and the olympians

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hanzhen0506 · 6 months ago

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~’Enough Saying Sorry!’~

Hello! Its Zhan! Im back with another Youngjae fic, (I am loyal to Hanjin okay, its just- Youngjae in this comeback is something else istg) Thank you and enjoy reading! Muahhh

The music stop and everybody collapse on the ground from tiredly dancing. “I think thats enough for now.” Shinyu announce, getting up. “Teokkbeokki for dinner!” Kyungmin cheered as the others join. “Wait for a moment, I havent contacted y/n” Youngjae inform and they all groan.

“The lovebirds really cant seperate huh?” Jihoon teased with Dohoon.

“Just leave him be, we can wait for a few minutes. We also need to consider how she’s doing after what happen” Shinyu said. Youngjae thanked him and hurriedly grab his phone that was silent for 3 hours. These days lately was a pretty tough week. He and you officially revealed your relationship towards his fans and although the majority happily accept you both. There was still some anti’s who sends mean and hateful comments, going as far as invading both of your privacy too. So he turned on his phone only to see your multiple miss calls and texts, even including your friend’s miss calls and texts

“Jae-ie, can we meet now?”

“Jae-ie, what are you doing right now?”

“I really need you right now.”

“I just had a shitty day and one of the worst nightmares please answer me.”

“I need your help.”

“Youngjae, where are you?”

“Hey Youngjae! Its y/n’s friend, ____. I just wanna check is she with you? She hasnt been answering me and all so Im a little worried. If she’s with you right now then thats great. Sorry for interrupting you again and please contact as soon as you can 🙏.” He freak out seeing your friend’s text.

“Y/n’s missing, I have to go find her!” He said, packing his bag while the members freak out. Dohoon stop him from moving. “Woah, what do you mean she’s missing? And do you even know where you’re going? We should report the police about this!”

“Listen, I dont have time and im worried for her. Report it to the police for me, I need to start searching for her.” He said pushing Dohoon away and leaving the Hybe building. He took the taxi to your apartment that was luckily near. Arriving, he open the door with the spare key and tried to look around for you in the place. “Y/n?” He shouted looking around. Once he open the bedroom his anxiety heighten. There is not a single soul in the house and there were no clues whatsoever of your whereabouts. He opened his phone and called everybody you knew, colleagues, friends, families and yet none of them about where you are at all. He notices something shining when the sun was setting on your desk. He took a closer and it was the promise ring he gave you for your one year anniversary with your phone by the side. Under it was a letter, for him.

“Dear Youngjae,

Whatever you do, please, dont find me. I notice how clingy I have towards you and hope that you dont find me annoying. I have been rethinking that maybe I should leave you alone for a while. Your comeback is coming closer right? You should focus on that right now. Im at my comfort place, so you dont need to worry about me. -Y/n”

He thank the gods for finding the letter and bring you ring. Running towards the Han River bridge before the sun sets, his body is aching and screaming to stop running and use a taxi, but he doesn’t care and wants to see you no matter what. He kept running and running until he can finally see you again in the middle of the bridge. You always find the bridge interesting due to the beautiful sight and lights surrounding it, how long it is, the cold temperature that you would use as an excuse to hug him and of course the suicidal cases. He just wishes you wont do it too.

In the far distance, he teared up at the sight. You were sitting on the railing of the bridge, a habit you often do that sometimes scare him. But your face looked so peaceful, looking at the sunset. He carefully walk towards you and hug you tighlty from behind. “Jae-ie?” You gasp as he placed his face on your shoulder. “You scared me..” He sniffles, making you look back. “Im sorry.” You said gently and he just tightens in response. “I-I thought I was gonna lose you, you dont know how much you worried me.”

“Im sorry.. There was this fan, who was following me and kept asking me questions. I had to hide but they now know where I live and all so I panic. They finally went home, but I still felt unsafe, so I went here to clear things off my mind. Im sorry-“

“Enough saying sorry!” He shouted. “I should be the one to say sorry to you. I was too busy with practice that I ignored your messages. I wasnt there to stop the fans and comfort you, and it took me a while to find your whereabouts even though I should have known. Its my fault for leaving you alone..”

You shook your head, carefully turning around while Youngjae holds your hips. “I know you wont do that purposefully, and I appreciate. But we must admit that it was also my fault for leaving and not contacting anybody, Im sorry.” You said holding his face as he tears up again. He pulled you closer and hugged. “I forgive you, I will always forgive you. Im so sorry.” He sobbed on your shoulder as you too, cried as it is the first time you ever see him cry. You caressed his hair as you hold onto him tightly. Finally the sun sets, revealing the moon and the lights surrounding the bridge turns on.

“Ill make sure to talk to the company about the fan.” Youngjae said and you nod. “Lets go home,” he said. Carrying you princess style towards a nearby bench outside of the bridge. Ordering a taxi for you both.

Arriving to the TWS dorms, all the members circled around you looking worried. You reassured them that everything is fine, although they were hesitant they all left the both of you alone, making sure to keep an extra portion of the teokkbeokki for you. Inside his bathroom, he pampered you with a bath, massage, skin care and of course kisses and cuddles. Youngjae makes sure that the fan will get a warning by talking to the company as he doesnt want to see you in that state again. He pulled you close in the bed, spooning you and hum your favorite songs, helping you drift asleep and he joins you after.

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(Please do not steal my works!)

#tws youngjae #tws imagines #zhan talks!^u^'#tws pledis #kpop imagines #tws angst #tws fluff

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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Part 6 Of Female Tanjiro Reader, a few months after recovering from her injuries (And thanks to the highly advanced medical treatment, she healed a lot faster and can move her arm without feeling pain) they’re now 1 month away before their wedding, with (Love), Reader, and with Nezuko, Zerofuku, God and Human family members, they began to start preparations for their wedding

From color theme, food selection, the wedding cake flavor, decorations and where the ceremony will be held, but now (Love) is going to partake in the most dangerous mission in his entire life… receive a blessing from Reader’s father Tanjuro (This is all just 1 week from their wedding)

Despite his frail and sickly frame, it’s (Love) who’s nervous), but he accepts (Love) but warns him that if he harms his daughters’ in any way he won’t hesitate to take (Love)‘s head as he’s believes in showing mercy and kindness to others, unless they try to harm his family, then he won’t hesitate to fight (This was when (Love) understood that Reader got her moral’s and ideology to protect others was from her father and comes to respect him)

Zerofuku was save from Tanjuro’s threats, as he instantly accepted him as part of his family

-It was different, not having to worry about living in fear all the time, as the demons were dealt with the other gods of Valhalla respected your power and your sacrifice.

-Thanks to the highly advanced medicine in Valhalla your injuries healed much faster, including your arm, at least partially. Your arm still was dark in color, but you could feel it and move it without pain, but using your hand was something you weren’t able to do, not able to grip anything.

-It was also difficult, only having one arm, there were a lot of things you had to reteach yourself, as well as things you could no longer do because you needed two working hands.

-Thankfully Nezuko, Zerofuku, and (Love) were all there for you, helping you out wherever they could and playfully scolding you not to do something as there was a risk of you getting hurt, but it was hard for you to just sit around and do nothing, especially since you were planning your wedding!

-(Love) was definitely your rock, doing everything with you about the wedding, picking decorations and flowers, going cake testing, which definitely the most fun to Nezuko and Zerofuk, getting to try so many different flavors.

-As the wedding day grew closer, you had gotten special permission to have your family brought to Valhalla for the wedding, just for the ceremony, and you and Nezuko were both overwhelmed with tears, ugly crying as you were buried under your other siblings.

-Your mother had her turn next, hugging you both before you saw your father, your eyes instantly widening before you both ran him down. He was frail looking but (Love) could tell that he was strong as the two of you bawled in your father’s arms as he teased you both that this was a happy time, not a time for tears.

-Tanjuro loved Zerofuku, immediately adopting him into the family which caused cheers all around as you helped where you could, bringing dishes over to the kitchen table.

-You looked around, confused before you asked (Love) and your father was and mom gave you a weak grin, “They went to go have a little chat.” You weren’t bothered, knowing the two wouldn’t fight, at least to the part of physically fighting.

-(Love) had told you that he wanted to ask your father for his blessing for the wedding and you supported his decision to ask your father.

-Tanjuro and (Love) shared a drink together on the quiet porch, looking up at the moon together. Your father nodded softly, hearing (Love’s) request, “I will give my blessing on one condition. Keep them both safe, I know they are both strong and can take care of themselves, but if you ever hurt them…” he trailed off and (Love) felt the threat.

-Tanjuro inhaled deeply before exhaling slowly as the two conversed quietly for a few long moments before (Love) smiled over at your father, “She’s a lot like you, her morals to protect the ones she cares about, fighting and willing to give her life to do so. I can see where she gets it.”

-Your father chuckled softly, taking another drink and the two came to have a mutual respect for each other, especially the following morning when you teased them both for having hangovers.

-The wedding was simple and beautiful, full of flowers, something you had both agreed on, having a simple ceremony but a big party with a huge cake, something Nezuko and Zerofuku wanted which made you laugh warmly.

-Your whole family was in tears, except for you and Nezuko, who were both smiling so brightly, so happy, as you finally tied the knot. (Love) couldn’t believe that it was real, that you were finally his wife.

-The party definitely provided a lot of blackmail material for others as it was fun and full of drunken shenanigans, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, seeing everyone you cared about having fun, dancing, eating, and just enjoying the time.

-You squeezed (Love’s) hand gently and he smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, making you smile as you now had all of eternity to spend together. You couldn’t wait to get started!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #tanjiro reader

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eddiiiieeee · 1 year ago

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Wasted Summer.

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: when y/n has crushed on Eddie Munson the towns freak for years, until one summer brings them together and a birdy named Robin buckley, but it might turn out to be the worst thing thats ever happened to them both. or maybe just y/n, who knows yet.

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal his names Nick while your mom is penelope cruz and her name is Maria. have fuuun

The heat in Hawkins was something everyone hated, it wasnt fun, it was frustrating but what did most teenagers do to escape the heat? head to the mall, which is exactly what y/n, robin, johnnathan and argyle decided to do. spending the day there, walking around, eating, the usual for the group really. they'd spend hours there before the girls eventually had to go. "my moms hosting her bookclub tonight and i am needed to help" Robin said as she looked at the group, y/n eating her oreo Mcflurry she got from Mcdonalds "come over after? i know my mom will be there" y/n said as argyle put his elbow on her head, causing johnathan to chuckle "you need to grow, y/n/n" Johnathan said as y/n scowled at the group "im literally a few inches shorter then robin" y/n said smacking argyles arm off of her "hey, dont call me short!" Robin said as she shoulder bumped y/n "im gonna head out though guys, promised Will i'd take him out to that new arcade with his friends" the burnette said as argyle yawned "ive got a hot date with eden tonight" the long haired boy said as everyone chuckled "did she say yes in your dreams or did she kick you in the nuts and you just took it as a yes?" Robin asked "ha ha funny. no she actually said yes, i caught her at family video the other day and i struck up a convo, and she said yes" he smiled, y/n hummed as Robin pipped up "ooh oh! speaking of family video, remind me to tell you about Steve" Robin said as soon after the group seperated, Robin looked over at y/n as they made their way to their bikes "so, ya' know steve, my co-worker. yea well while we were on break, his bff, Edison Munson walked in and we started chatting before steve joked about Eddie wanting a girlfriend, and then Eddie asked if i could set him up and i told him 'oh yea, my friend, y/n, i'll give her your number if she says yes' and so here we are!" Robin smiled

as y/n chuckled looking at her "youre shitting me right?" the h/c girl said as Robin shooked her head as she dug into her pocket, to pull out the small paper that held y/n's dreams "oh my god, rob, i love you!" she said looking at the number as she hugged robin tightly.

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the minute y/n got home, she undressed as she changed into a pair of sweatpants and a black tank top before she rushed over to her phone, the purple phone was sat there staring back at her as she gripped it tightly, putting it up to her ear as she put in eddies number, messing around with cord while it rang "hello?" Eddies voice rang as y/n took a deep breath "hi, is this Eddie Munson by any chance?" she ask, sitting on her bed as she laid down on her bed, sighing as he chuckled through the phone "depends, whos asking?" She heard him say, causing her to gulp "i'm y/n, robins friend? we've got english together? you once told me you liked the sabbath pin i had on my bag" she stated as Eddie hummed "the pretty girl from my english class? how could i forget? to what do i owe this pleasure?" he said coyly as if he hadnt asked her best friend to set them up

"robin told me to call you, said you were looking around, she decided to play cupid i guess" "i always thought you were pretty, glad steve's big mouth came to use for once" he chuckled causing y/n to giggle as well "well thank him for me, gave me a chance to be set up with a pretty handsome dude" "im handsome? you dont say?" "very actually, had a crush on you for a while so" y/n could practically feel Eddie's cute grin on the other side of the call "you’re feeding my ego babe, i’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but ya' know, didn’t know how" y/n smiled as she looked up at her ceiling "well, how about next Monday? pick me up at 7?" y/n said feeling bold out of no where "yes. might be there early, cant have my pretty lady waiting now can we?" he teased

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"oh my god, robin. i love him, god i love him so so much!” y/n said looking at her best friend who was sat across from her in the red booth. “we’ve been talking none stop for the past week or so, my parents actually thought i was dissociating again” y/n shrugged taking a sip of her milkshake, as Robin chuckled “he’s so sweet, rob, i wanna pick him up and keep him in my pocket. our dates tomorrow and i literally don’t know what to do with my hair or my clothes!” y/n panicked as she looked at Robin scared "babe, relax its all gonna be fine! curly your hair like you always do, do that glittery makeup look you do, red nails because eddie loves the color, and then one of your sexy hot leather outfits!" Robin smiled as y/n chuckled "interesting" the h/c girl said as she licked her lips

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Eddie stuck true to his word, he was there around 6:54. he sat there happily waiting as he let out a small sigh, looking at himself in the mirror for the 50th time today just to make sure he looked perfect for y/n. at exactly 7:00, y/n closed the door behind her as she looked at the van surprised to have found it as she smiled at Eddie "i didnt think you meant it when you said you'd be here early" she smiled as she walked up to the van, watching as Eddie got out and rushed over to the over side, opening the door for her as he took in how pretty she looked, a corset dress shirt with a pair of flared jeans, black boots on her feet and a black purse and leather jacket in her arms, she climbed in thanking him as he made his way back, putting his seatbelt on and looking over at her "you look amazing, and two, i am a man of my word, sweetheart, you will never have to wait for me because im going to be ready for you anytime." y/n could feel the heat spread across her cheeks as they drove away from her place "alright, open that for me sweets and pick out something for us to listen to" he said looking over at her as he smiled, she opened the small compartment in the van and looked through the cd's only to be amazed "oh my god, a limited addition Elvis disc? you're shitting me where did you get this from?" she asked looking at him as she admired the disc "i grew up on Elvis, my grandpa had him on all the time" she chuckled as she put the disc in Eddie chuckled as he licked his lips "Well, i found it at a thrift store once, cost me around 15 bucks but it was worth it, i got it when i was a kid, for my mom. but now it just stays in here, barely get the chance to listen to it"

it was a shared feeling between the two, those people were no longer with us. "well shes got amazing taste in music" y/n smiled as they continued driving to a local diner.

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y/n laughed as Eddie wiped the corners of his mouth "i eat like a child so what?" he teased as he ate a fry, y/n taking a bite of her burger as she looked at him "its cute dont worry" she chuckled, licking her lips as Eddie sat back in the booth "alright, im out of questions to ask, i think i know you so much right now i could take a pop quiz about you" Eddie smiled lookin at the girl opposite him "im flattered, could say the same about you, Edward" she teased as he groaned, pretending to fall down "you wound me with such a name" he scoffed playfully as y/n looked at him, with a sparkle in her eye. he was everything she thought he was.

the rest of the date was spent filled with giggles and laughs shared between the two, both sharing cute moments. staring at each other with nothing but admiration in each others.

.... it was around 10, when they gotten back to y/n's place, exactly when her parents asked her to come home. she looked over at Eddie as she smiled "i had alot of fun, Eddie. thank you really." she smiled as Eddie grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it "anytime sweets, about that second date we mentioned earlier, how about this upcoming sunday?" Eddie smiled, staring at her with his button eyes that had her melting within seconds “missing me already?” y/n giggled as Eddie shrugged, sighing dramatically. taking in her laugh as she looked at him "could be, might wanna, ya' know keep you in my pocket and take you wherever." he smiled, looking at her as she bit the inside of her cheek "come on let me walk you to your door" he smiled as he got out moving to help her out the van and then walked her to her door "i'll see you sunday, eds. call me when you get home, yea?" she said moving to kiss his cheek as she stood on her toes, smiling as she opened her door, walking in to be greeted by her parents

who stood side by side smiling at her "so?" y/n's mom said as y/n took her shoes off, picking them up as she kissed their cheeks and moved to put her shoes away "how was it? did he-" "open the door for me, made sure i got in the van and was buckled up, drove under 40 so exactly at the speed limit, paid for lunch and desert. it was perfect" she smiled as she looked at her parents, her dad nodding as he realised she'd made a check list of everything he does does for her mom. things he's mentioned to her she should make sure her dates do or else theyre not worth the second date "apparently he likes me so much that, he cant wait long for our second date, so we're going out on sunday" she said as she fidgeted with her rings "honey, thats great!" her mom said rushing over to her to hug her "isnt that great, Nick? go and get changed so we can watch our movie! go go" she smiled as y/n nodded, rushing upstairs to change. .... it was pure bliss that first week for y/n and Eddie. hanging out at his trailer or in her room, going out on cute dates to the mall, or arcade. he would get her a bunch of flowers everytime he'd see her, he'd play all her favorite songs on the guitar considering they had similar taste in music. Eddie had never let a soul touch his hair but y/n was special, she was y/n. a month into seeing each other, Eddie finally asked her to be his, that alone couldve been something that made y/n feel better about everything. suddenly nothing could upset her, she'd get morning messages from eddie, she would tell him all about her day and he would listen to every word with a smile on his face while he admired her, he loved how excited and how big her eyes would get when she would talk about something she loved, wether it be art or music or her grandpa. it didnt matter he would listen to her word for word. One thing Eddie had noticed was when they'd make out, y/n would attempt to stop it leading to anything else. Eddie made sure he didnt force her into anything but he felt this need for her sometimes and he was getting tired of his fist. he thought maybe he'd bring it up when it happened again, ..... his larger hands kept their place on y/ns hips, their lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. Eddie hummed into her mouth as he moved his hands down to her ass, squeezing the meet through her jeans, god he loved these jeans, they made her ass look so so fucking good. his hands soon traveled to her thighs, squeezing them as well, this is where eddie knew exactly what would happen. his hands traveled closer up her thighs to her heat, y/n pulled away from the kiss panting as she moved to hold Eddies hands, a sigh leaving Eddies mouth as he looked at y/n with a confused yet concerned look "babe, do you not want this?" he asked as, y/n gulped licking her swollen lips "want what?" she asked knowing exactly what he meant. "its just everytime i try to take things further you just sort of stop me, you'll do anything to distract me from it. am i doing something wrong? are you okay?" he asked licking his lips as y/n looked at their hands gulping "i'm a virgin, eds. apart from that, i cant have sex." she said looking at him as he tried to work it out in his head

#eddie munson x reader #80s aesthetic #animated gif #classic rock #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson #wayne munson #corroded coffin #robin buckley #stranger things s4 #guitar #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson × female reader #80s rock

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multifandom-worlds · 2 years ago

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My Little Miss Sunshine

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 875

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Fem reader

Authors Note: This came from a discussion with @holdmytesseract a while back!

“Put your hands together for Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, and Tom Hiddleston!”

I walk on stage with my three costars amongst roaring applause. Doing interviews with Seb and Chris is always one of my favourite things. They are both effortlessly funny and great at speaking - the only trouble is they are terrible secret keepers. Especially Chris, his facial expressions give everything away. I take my seat after waving to the audience, sitting at the end with Sebastian in the middle and Chris on the other end, closest to the host. Robert was in a chair beside me. We were there as PR for the new Marvel movie that just came out, which hosted a new character played by my secret long-term girlfriend, my little Miss Sunshine. That’s what everyone on set calls her, too, due to her always smiling and being super bubbly.

The interview started as most PR interviews do - the hosts trying to get information about the movie - thank God my Tom counterpart isn’t here to give anything away.

“I hear a new member is joining the Marvel cast.” the host began, and Sebastian, RDJ and Chris immediately turned to face me. Oh boy, here we go.

RDJ was the first to speak, “Little Miss Sunshine, as she’s affectionately nicknamed. She and Tom have been flirting relentlessly the whole time filming was going on.”

The audience laughs, and I laugh along with them because it is true. I did flirt relentlessly with her, but it came so quickly, given our history. “She was cast as someone for Loki to flirt and tease; why would I not flirt with her?” I respond to Robert's prodding with a slight chuckle. Nobody knew about Sunshine and me, and I did wish to keep it that way. Although we did talk backstage before I came on about letting our secret out - although she didn’t like the idea, she was okay if it made the interview easier for me. I kept that fact at the forefront of my mind if needed.

RDJ retorts, “On screen, yes, but you were flirting with her off-screen, too, Tom! It was constant.”

Sebastian and Chris echo his thoughts, much to the audience's approval. I chuckle, knowing our ten-year-old secret would be told today, and I did my best to continue denying it. “I’ve known Sunshine for years; our families are friends. I used to flirt with her years ago, which is why flirting with her came so naturally on screen.” I had hoped that explanation would suffice, even though I knew it would cause more questions.

“A photo has been doing its rounds online of you and her engaging in a rather intimate moment off stage. Can you explain that?” The host asks as the picture in question appears on the screen behind us. I saw the kiss I was sharing with her and knew she could see it from where she was standing backstage.

Running my hands through my hair, I gave everyone what they wanted to know. “That was when filming for the movie officially wrapped up. I was so proud of her; having never acted, she did so well.”

“And why a kiss? Especially one as passionate as that? Why not a hug like most of the cast?” The host prods. Everyone, including my three costars, watched me intently, wanting to hear the truth.

“That’s because Little Miss Sunshine has been my girlfriend for ten years.”

The audience erupts in cheers and applause while Robert, Chris and Sebastian look at me, completely stunned. Honestly, I'm shocked that they never put it together until now. I laugh, seeing the reaction to the reveal and watching the realization dawn on their faces.

“That’s why you two were always sneaking off together!” Chris yells with a laugh. “Ten years? TEN? I’ve known you for almost ten years; how am I only learning this now?”

“How did you two first start dating?” The host questions. The question caught me off guard, afterall I wasn’t planning to be asked about my relationship.

“As I mentioned,” I began, adjusting my glasses, “Our families are friends, so we grew up together. We had lost contact for several years once my acting career took off, and admittedly it was mostly my fault. She would text me, and I would just not answer her due to my schedule. One day she just stopped texting me, and I figured she had found someone, so I left it. It wouldn’t be until five years later that we reconnected at her my sister’s wedding, of all places. They remained close through all these years. I was hooked when I saw her again, saw the woman she became. All my feelings for her throughout our teenage years came flooding back to me. Now that I'm thinking about it, I suspect that was their plan all along.”

A soft smile pulls on my lips, remembering how we danced together all night. “That was the happiest I had been since I started acting. Luckily I had broken up with my girlfriend at the time months before, so I asked her to be my girlfriend that night. Thankfully she said yes. We’ve been together ever since and I could not be happier.”

#tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddelston imagine

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sailorsenshishitposter · 10 months ago

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School Au

Crackfic but check the tags for cw

You had recently just moved to Denver and had been transferred to another school. This was always one of the worst things about moving but your parents assured you that you wouldn't be alone. Luckily your family knew another man in the area so you would be attending the same school as his daughter. Already having been introduced, you recognized her immediately. "Hey, Sunny!"

There was now a young girl with brown eyes and silver hair coming your way. She then pulled you into a hug. "It's great to see you!" You then noticed two boys standing behind her. One pale and the other dark skinned with a thick accent. "This is John and this is George." John went to shake your hand and George did the same but you couldn't really understand what he was saying so you just smiled and gave a nod. Suddenly the bell rang. "Uh oh! We better hurry. If we're late than we can't play ninjas at recess!" The next thing you knew and you were walking into World Marshal Elementary School.

Luckily you shared the same classes as Sunny (along with John and George) so if you were overwhelmed than you had someone who could help you out. You walked into class and took your seat, choosing to be near Sunny. After the national anthem and annoucents, the principal came in to your room. He was a tall man who seemed like he would be better off as a professional wrestler than working in a school setting. He pushed his glasses up and sighed, muttering something about how America needed to be great again.

Sunny leaned over and whispered to you. "That's Mr. Armstrong. Whatever you do, don't make him angry!" John then joined in. "Yeah. He's a jerk! One time my dad and him got into a fist fight! I don't know why he hasn't been fired yet." George was the last to speak. "I heard the last time some kid disobeyed him, they got split in two! Damn skunt!" Okay, now you were scared.

The principal stood there for five seconds before giving a fake cough. "Good morning Mr. Armstrong!" the class greeted. "Hmph. That's better. Well as you all know by now we have a new student. You are to show them what being a member of World Marshal is all about and if I catch any of you goofing off then it's straight to detention! Are we clear?" The class then let out a single "Yes sir." and silently prayed for him to leave.

Eventually he walked out and the door clicked, causing you to sigh in relief. "At least it cant get any worse than this!" Suddenly your history teacher walked in. "Oh no, guys it's Sundowner!"

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It turns out that it really could get worse. In front of the class stood Mr. Sundowner, a former veteran from Alabama. Supposedly his legs were blown off so he had artificial limbs attached to his lower joints. You knew this because he would smack other students with them when they gave a wrong answer. One child then raised their hand. "We've been learning about war all week, can we learn something else?" The man gave a fake pout. "C'mon, give war a chance will ya? Or would you rather hear about why I got discharged from the army?" The student then went silent.

"Hmm. That's what I thought. Now I'll be nice and change it up a lil bit. Have you kids ever heard of the term genocide?" Your day was now going from bad to worse.

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"Thank God that it's over!" You never wanted to see that man again. You weren't sure how graphic teachers were allowed to be but you were definitely going to ask your father to send in a complaint. You felt sick and used your ten minute break to go vomit in the bathroom. One can only see so many pictures of mass graves, bones and hear about torture until it breaks them and it seems your history teacher was not one of those people.

Sunny gave you a pat on the back and a bottle of water to help you swallow back the bile. "The worst is over now thankfully. Our next teacher is an angel compared to him. Just as long as you don't make her angry…" in walked your math teacher. "I'm impressed that she can walk in those heels!" Suddenly she turned in your direction and narrowed her eyes. "NO TALKING!"

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Luckily you were always decent at math so you didn't have much of a problem. You passed your quiz and Ms. Mistral gave you a sticker of a french terrier. You figured she must like dogs. Those that failed the test received a much harsher treatment. Your teacher was currently using both hands to hit students with rulers. "You imbeciles!" You turned to your friends once she was distracted. "How can she get away with this!?" John then mentioned that everyone knew her and the principal were seeing each other so he let it slide. "This place seems like a giant lawsuit waiting to happen.

Soon the bell rang and recess came. John and George were both trying to be ninjas but they just looked like dorks who watched an episode of Naruto. You then went to see what Sunny was doing. She had her laptop open and was somehow hacking into the United States government. You then sat down on a patch of grass and contemplated your life.

You returned to class and now it was time for your next subject, science. "Oh boy, my favorite!" pipped Sunny. In came an older man who you assumed must be blind due to the cane and prescription glasses. "I hear we have a new student. Just allow me to say that we all welcome you to Denver!" It turns out that this teacher was Mr. Monsoon (You questioned why all of your teachers had weather phenomenons for surnames) and everyone knew less about him than your math teacher. John told you that the reason he became a science teacher was because he used to be involved with the mafia and their drug operations.

Today you were learning about wind and how you can make a tornado in a bottle. You weren't going to lie, this was better than your previous two classes. Now it was on to the next lesson though. "Everyone, pull out your copy of the selfish gene. We're going to be covering memetics again." The class then let out a loud sigh. One child began to boo, letting out "RICHARD DAWKINS SUCKS!" The next thing they knew and their teacher was standing in front of the boy wielding dissection tools. He then leaned down and whispered into his ear. "If you value your life then you'll never speak those words in my class again…" The child gulped, terrorized with fear.

Then he went back to the front of the class like nothing had happened and resumed reading.

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You teacher was giving one of his unprompted speeches again when a students whispered to another. Being blind had heightened his senses so he could hear the two children perfectly. He didn't expect to hear what was about to be uttered. "I'd rather be in Mr. Sundowner's class right now. I know he taught us about Pol Pot torturing people but I swear that this class is actual torture!"

Everyone then noticed their teacher go silent, failing to realize his PTSD had been triggered. Suddenly he started screaming. "STOP! STOP IT!" He was now in a fetal position and sobbing on the floor. "I'll go get the school nurse!" said Sunny. Eventually a balding german man walked in. "Not again…"

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Well science class was cancelled for the time being so you got to go to your last class early. Everyone got changed and then went out on the field to play soccer. You were now going to be introduced to Mr. Rodrigues. He was from Brazil and very muscular. He had a portuguese accent and you thought that he was a model and not really a teacher. He had your class play some games before starting the match. The class was then split up into two teams and you were the goalie. Luckily George was on your team and was rather good at soccer.

"Alright everyone, let's dance!" Mr. Rodrigues then blew his whistle. The game had suddenly turned into a fierce battle with bloodshed. Students donned bruises and scrapes but your teacher seemed proud instead of concerned. The ball soon hit George in the abdomen, causing a loud "SKUNT!" to be heard. Now it was up to you to stop that ball. You jumped up and caught it with your face, the ball going so fast that it had a golden glow. Sadly it was too strong and the ball ended up decapitating you.

"Shit!" cursed your former teacher. Your class then buried you and planted a cherry tree in your honour.

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