#but now i'm certain it's not coming back anytime soon

[unluckilyimnot]

Anything including making out with sae…. Plssss

making out with sae itoshi

Tw : Mention of biting kink

m.list || rules || requests open <3

note: anytime, anywhere ma'am, even though i'm sure i'm good at it sorry i hope it's fine just a hit i am a big fan of the michael kaiser as well

“Sae we really don’t have time right now –” you try to speak your mind but Sae’s lips crushed on yours, cutting you right there. If you don’t have time, then don’t speak and use it to kiss him. He’s been worked up for the past few days, coming to his parents’ place was your idea but he’s not not a big fan of it. He can’t act as he likes and that also implies that he can’t spend the quality time he wants with you ; making him want you, more than he’d like to admit.

The hands caging you against the sink of their bathroom a second ago were now on your waist, running up and down, cradling the skin under your clothes as he’s more eager to have you. He’s almost rough in his kiss, making it impossible for you to catch your breath and your hand laying on his chest now gripping on his shirt. You’re not sure if you’re trying to push him away to breathe or if you’re pulling him for more. What’s sure is that he’s intoxicating and you nearly can’t think straight.

Biting your lower lip a little too hard in the middle of a heated kiss, you whined at the pain only to feel him smile against it before kissing you one last time. Soon you could feel him getting down your throat, leaving a million kisses along the way, to stop at your collar.

“Sae stop,” you weakly warned but you could already feel his teeth around your skin. You yap in surprise before gripping his hair and trying to pull him away but he’s quick to pull your hand down and hold it closely, enjoying as he wants the tender skin of your shoulder. With his other hand, he stripped you just enough to bite down on your unmarked skin.

“God damn it,” you moaned, hiding yourself in his shoulder. You’re hot and you’re not certain if it will be visible or not. He knows what he’s doing and where he wants to take you, and you’re almost ready to cave in. Grabbing your face when he’s done biting his way up to your lips, he lay on yours once again, looking for more, taking your hand in his. He’s lost in the kiss.

Stopping from time to time to look at you, all messed up and chasing his lips. That boosts his ego for sure, having such a beauty chasing for more.

“You have no idea how much I want you right now,” he commented before kissing you again, and again.

“I have an idea, I think.” you hinted, pulling him by his shirt to kiss you again. Roaming his hands on you, he’s almost forgetting what he’s doing here and he started to get under your shirt.

“Sae !” Before that. He never pulled out this fast and stopped everything that was going on. “Dinner’s ready !” you giggled at his mother’s voice down stairs but mostly at his face.

“We’re coming !” you screamed back before taking his face with both of your hands.

“But she doesn’t know that.” You kissed his nose before pulling yourself together again while he sighs deeply behind you.

That’s exactly why he hates being here.

I hope you liked it and reglobs are appreciated ♡

[xbellaxcarolinax]

pls do virgin miguel o'hara w/ a huge cock and fucks both of u dumb 🥹

I hope this is what you meant, babe. Miguel might be ooc, idk, anyway, here ya go:

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI.

Nothing could have ever prepared you for this.

He's big—massive even. The head’s swollen, precome beading at the very tip. All that from a heavy makeout session.

You stared, almost fascinated, stunned into silence.

"...is it okay?" Miguel grunted, watching you carefully with nervous eyes. He was sitting rather uncomfortably at the edge of your bed, legs spread apart and briefs pooled around his ankles.

"Uhh…yeah," you sank to your knees in front of him, "just never seen one so...big." Miguel grew increasingly flustered at your words, even more so when you gripped him firmly in your hand, squeezing ever so slightly. His cock looked ridiculous in your small hands but that only fueled you to take up the challenge. You knew it'd hurt so good.

You bit your lip before devouring him, taking as much of him as you could. He choked, hand flying to grip your hair, and you were certain he’d take the lead and move you over his cock at the speed he desired, but he didn’t. His fingers were gentle, almost hesitant as he buried them within the strands.

It was your first time tasting him. You got lost in it, slobbering over the tip and down his shaft with the intention of taking him whole but he pushed you away, causing you to release him with a pop.

“Fuck, cariño,” Miguel panted, shaking his head, his dark hair damp with sweat, “I can’t—you can’t—it’s too much, I won’t last.”

You looked up at him with a teary gaze, wanting to make eye contact but he refused, content with turning his head to the side to look at the wall.

“Mig?” He ignored you, jaw clenched and nose flared as he fisted the sheets under him.

“Miguel,” you tried again, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you stood. He ignored you still and you grabbed his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes, “what’s wrong?” You smoothed his hair away from his brow, hoping the action would soothe him. His eyes were lidded but he looked at you, brows arched.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You cooed.

"I don't know what I'm doing." He muttered, shutting his eyes as soon as the words left his lips.

"What do you mean?" You questioned, pressing your lips to his forehead in a chaste kiss, "you’re supposed to sit and enjoy.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he sounded frustrated, his large hands falling to your hips, gripping you tightly, “I’ve…never done any of this before.” You paused, processing his words while stroking your thumbs over his high cheekbones. 

He’s never done this before? Had no one ever sucked his cock?

Did he mean…?

Oh. OH.

“You mean you’re a…?”

“Virgin. Yeah.” He finally said, dropping his into the plushness of your breasts. 

The last thing you assumed was that Miguel O’Hara was a virgin. The man was the very definition of confidence. You’ve seen how women acted around him. It never crossed your mind that he lacked any sexual encounters. But now it made sense. You’ve been dating Miguel for a few weeks and within those few weeks, you did nothing more than kiss like the world demanded it from you. That was fine; he was an excellent kisser.

Anytime it seemed like something more would come from the kissing, he’d stop, nipping it in the bud, saying he had work in the morning. He was a busy man and, well, that was that. You thought he never had much time for anything else.

But you understood now.

“Ahh Mig, nothing to be embarrassed about,” you said sweetly, brushing the tip of your nose with his, “we can stop if you want—”

“No!” He roared, bringing you down to his lap. You could feel his erection, hot and wet with your spit, pressing hard against your clothed core. You gasped, letting your hands fall to his shoulders as he buried his face into your neck, “Don’t wanna stop. Wanna feel you.”

“Yeah?” you breathed, eyes fluttering as he nibbled your skin, “a-are you sure? If you’re not ready then—”

“I’m ready,” He growled, pressing his brow against yours, “just thought you should know, cariño. Don’t want to disappoint you.”

You rode him for what felt like hours, his giant cock slamming into where you needed him the most. You ached from the stretch of him, your cunt swollen and raw, gushing all over his length. He was a moaning mess, biting every surface of you he could: your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones, your breasts. He was insatiable, cumming within minutes of your pussy swallowing his cock. Refractory period non-existent. He’d go again and again and again till he painted you completely with his spend and you were too fucked out to speak.

Nope. He didn’t disappoint. Not even a little.

[dotster001]

Diasomnia boys with a s/o that calls them her prince charming or knight in shining armor?

(ah yes, our cutsie boys, getting the loving they deserve 😢)

CW: Fem Reader, and I have yet to fix Silver's picture. Will I ever fix it? Who's to say?

"Ah, Malleus, you're like my prince charming…"

Child of man, he has told you a million times he is a king. But how sweet that you think he is charming

He goes home to tell the funny story to Lilia. He is certain they will both have a laugh at your human mishap.

Until Lilia explains it is an endearment. It is a high compliment from one lover to another! He's so proud of his boy! Lilia is wiping a tear away as he hugs his son. He's going on and on about how he's such a proud dad, and all his children are perfect.

Malleus dips out in the middle of the speech to properly thank you for the compliment. Aka, scoop you up in his arms, and kiss you deeply.

He gets blushy, now, every time you call him that. He never really believed he'd find a happily ever after with someone, but it might just happen with you…

"Sebek! You are my knight in shining armor!"

"Of course I am, human! I have trained extensively in the art of knighthood!" Those are the words he wants to say.

"Blehsichkenchdjzn" -those are the words that come out of his mouth.

You think you broke him. He excuses himself for a moment, and as soon as the door is shut behind him you hear him scream.

He comes back in and pretends that didn't just happen. But his cheeks are awfully pink. 

Anytime you need him to shut up, or you just want to fluster him, you say it from now on. He hates the power you have over him, and he practices in the mirror, calling himself a knight in shining armor, alone, in his room.

(Silver has walked in on this three times, and may never recover)

"My prince charming…"

Well now he's awake. You'd been resting with your head near his heart, softly caressing his cheek, and pushing his hair out of his face. But that's not happening anymore.

"I'm not a prince, Y/N. I'm just a knight."

"Maybe you're not a prince of a country," you hum, "but you're my prince."

He's shy and blushy, but you grin that cute grin of yours, and he'd agree to anything you say about him.

"If I'm prince charming, does that make you my beautiful princess?"

How is he always so effortlessly smooth? He doesn't even mean to do it, he just is like that!

From here on out, whenever he is about to kiss you, he'll call you, "my beautiful princess"

"Lilia! My knight in shining armor!"

Duh. He's smug as hell. He hasn't trained as long as he has, and read as many romance novels, to just be an average lover!

He'll bow deeply, before wrapping an arm around your waist and giving you a roguish wink.

For the rest of the day, he'll feel mischievous. He'll dramatically help you as loudly as he can, because "it's a Knight's job to help a damsel in distress!"

"Fear not, fair maiden, I shall hold this door open for you!"

"My darling damsel, do not fret, this jar of pickles is no match for me!"

"I shall duel this wretch to the death for the injustice he has done upon you!" -Lilia, after Grim took a bite of your sandwich.

If you want him to stop you can…

Lmao, you're so dumb, nothing can stop Lilia ��

[azen13]

Since Dan Heng is getting a rerun right now, do you have any yan thoughts about him?? He’s so silly…

CW: Yandere Themes

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He is so silly...I do love Dan Heng, he was actually my first main in HSR! I don't think I've posted much of him here though because I have literally no idea about any of the Xianzhou lore sldkjsdgsdg so bear with me lol.

I'm going to make a distinction between Dan Heng and Dan Feng here, as I think the two would have vastly different approaches to how they interact with a love interest. If we're talking about straight canon, the only thing that's changed is that Dan Heng is a yandere, then I think he's extremely subtle about it. First, because that's just his personality. Dan Heng isn't prone to histrionics; he's more practical. Second, because if he isn't, Himeko or Welt could notice, and then who knows what would happen. They might take you away from him, and he can't have that.

So he has to play it cool, keep his obsession undetectable. It shows up in small ways: how he always makes sure to be by your side during missions, even when the Trailblazer and March run off; how he lets you stay in his room whenever you'd like, even if it's just to hang out; how he holds your hand tightly whenever danger approaches, to the point where by now, your palm must be molded to the shape of his fingers. In a similar vein, he works to slowly mold your mind, doing his best to convince you that you can come to him with any problems or worries and he'll help you.

He starts making entries for you in the databank, chock full of your likes and dislikes, your habits, your routine, everything and anything. It's a strange hobby he almost seems to take pleasure in, compiling everything he knows about you. Anytime he learns something new, best believe he'll be heading off to his room to write it down and save it for later. Eventually, he starts using all of that information to his advantage: you like a certain scent? Soon enough, Dan Heng vaguely smells like it. You enjoy hugs? Dan Heng will awkwardly try to fold his arms around you back. You have a favorite food? Dan Heng makes it for you almost daily, until he's mastered it.

I will say he definitely struggles to fight against the draconic urge to hoard you away in his room. To try to tamp down that need, he develops a bad habit of stealing your belongings. Nothing big, just things you might not notice if they go missing. A piece of paper you scribble on, a pen cap that you chew on, a sock forgotten in the recesses of a dryer. He stows it away safely, somewhere nobody will ever find.

One day, he'll do the same with you. Only you'll come alone willingly.

[cannellee]

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! shinichiro x omega! reader (smut)

— soft sex with alpha!shinichiro

my masterlist : ☆

(pls enjoy this as this wasn't supposed to be what I should've posted tonight. it just happened that while writing a smut story about baji, I accidentally clicked on a tumblr notification and it removed me from my draft, while of course DELETING the whole thing I spent 2hours writing. I'm absolutely devastated and certainly not gonna pick this story up anytime soon, it'll have to rot away between other neglected drafts until I've forgotten all about this awful event)

alpha! shinichiro will take it slow. dragging his long fingers across your soft skin. they're rough to the touch but his caresses are so gentle it melts your mind into a puddle.

he's engulfing you in his pheromones, that's the only thing you can breathe and shinichiro loves to see you get high off of his scent. it makes his alpha all proud and satisfied.

with all his kisses, shinichiro succeeds in drawing a few moans from you, encouraging him to keep pleasing his omega even more.

he loves it. loves the way you ask for more, loves the way you cry his name and clings to his neck. he wants to carve in his mind the way your face twitches every time he reaches a certain spot, praising you for taking him so well.

shinichiro takes care of all of your needs, letting you indulge yourself into the blissful pleasure he's giving you. he's nibbling at your neck, the exact spot he knows is most sensitive. the thrill of having your alpha lick and suck such a vulnerable spot puts you in a submissive haze. you're all too ready to obey, omega instincts praying you to satisfy your alpha, mind all fuzzy.

it's clear to shinichiro that you've now switch to a more comfortable space and he lets you, still fully pleasing your body the way a good alpha should.

he's touching you with wonder, breath irregular with the way your sweet pheromones are reaching his nose. he's hugging your form with adoration, his hips are moving rapidly, setting a pace he knows will put you to sleep for a few hours after that. his hands are behind your knees and the position allows him to reach deeper inside of you. the pleasure is almost too much and shinichiro's satisfied growls triggers your body to produce more slick. you're dripping wet and the lewd noises of skin hitting are not even loud enough to cover your moans.

shinichiro is also on edge, feeling himself come close he stimulates you with his fingers even more, never letting you rest. he's getting rougher, messing the nest you're in at the same time. he's sucking and biting your neck, whispering in your ears about how good you feel and how full he'll make you.

shinichiro can't help but be swayed by the thought of his pretty omega all swollen because of him. he imagines you carrying his pup, belly huge and a motherly smile on your face.

it makes him want to stay buried inside of you, until he's sure his fantasy will come true.

he feels himself coming close and in one swift motion, you're back on your knees, ass up and chest touching the mattress. you're seeing stars and shinichiro manhandling you like you're some light doll stir up something inside you.

he's biting the mark on the back of your neck, reclaiming you by renewing it. the pain laced with the pleasure he's giving you makes you shake, shinichiro feels it. his praises become clumsier, "good girl"s being whispered at your ear along with deep moans, and his movements loose their harmony.

he's reaching his own high, telling you take it. and take it you did. feeling yourself come loose too, you cum at the same time. shinichiro's chest pressed against your back, you can feel his erratic respiration. he gives you a few thrust, slow and nice to finish you off.

he falls back in the nest, dick still inside. he hugs you from behind and you both stay here until you drive off your high. a content smile is on your face, feeling his soft dick slipping out of you, your gummy walls letting out a few drops of cum with it.

and you then fall asleep to shinichiro's kisses and praises, his reassuring administrations setting your mind into a deeply satisfied haze.

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1. - Chapter 2. - Chapter 3

Chapter 4. - Chapter 5. - Chapter 6

Chapter 7. - Chapter 8. - Chapter 9

Chapter 10. - Chapter 11. - Chapter 12

Chapter 13. - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15

Word Count: 1410

Chapter 15:

After your little talk with Rio, you wandered around the room; keeping an eye on everyone as you went.

You could see that Alice was uncomfortable being around, trying not to touch anything while nostalgia was hidden behind her round red tinted glasses.

Your attention went mostly to Lilia, who had returned to the main room shaken, and you swore she could be on the verge of tears. Glancing behind her, you faintly noticed certain arts on the wall; depicting witches burning at the stake.

Lilia was the oldest amongst you all. You knew that much. You suspected she had bad memories from the time of the trials and felt sympathetic once you .theorised she must have lost friends that way.

Considering her prophetic abilities, you could not comprehend how outcast she must have felt back then.

As you all gathered in the main room, you realized two people were missing... Agatha and Rio.

Narrowing your eyes faintly, you were about to go find them when the speakes got activated. You heard clearly what was supposed to be the conversation between the two witches; coming from the outer part of the recording booth.

"I get the pleasure of watching you do what you do best." Rio voice was heard over the PA.

Agatha's followed next. "Which is?"

"Killl all the witches around you. One by one."

"Then what?"

"You get your power, and I get my bodies."

Agatha gasped loudly. "Hey! That's my coven you're talking about. I'm m not that kind of witch anymore."

Immediately, the three witches rushed towards the booth; clearly furious with what they had just heard.

You trailed back, hesitant to follow your rushing emotions and thoughts.

Something was not right, and you knew it.

Agatha had tried to frame Rio, perhaps to make the coven mistrust her? Or to make herself sound better and regain some of their confidence to her?

You were not sure.

What you were sure about was Agatha's gasp and last words. That spesific gasp and tone was fake, an overdramatic reaction; a mere acting moment to make others buy it.

You remained further back from the group but close enough, to ensure no one would be throwing hands anytime soon.

Their arguments were loud in your ears but then a different sound reached you. Like nails against a blackboard, like a pin draged against glass...

The background demonic and loud noise seemed to strike deep into your magical core and even in your mind, causing you inscrutiating pain.

Before you knew it, you were on your knees; hands pressed tightly against your ears in a futile attempt to block the noise. You made no sound but by the way you bit your bottom lip, it was evident you were in pain.

The rest of the coven had similar reactions, some like Alice and Jen reacting strongly; yet not to the level you did.

Rio was the one least bothered, and Teen tried his best not to react to it. While being busy to explain, he played a record backwards; causing all this.

While everyone was fighting against it, it was Agatha who dared to act.

She was the first to see you on your knees, trying hard to block the sound from driving you mad and he knew that face of yours... the face when you were in pain.

Her own ears hurt and she swore this sound would haunt her nightmares for the years to come but she had to act.

The others were too weak, and she would not be standing there while you were in pain.

She had no idea what was happening, but if it affected you that way, it was bad. She did not stay to think about it and merely grabbed the record player before smashing it to the ground.

To ensure the job was done, she stepped on it and the cursed record; ensuring the sound would stop, and it did.

Now, free of whatever was that, you all took a moment to gather yourself.

You slowly stood up, taking silent deep breaths before you felt a metallic taste in your mouth. Bringing your hand towards your face, your fingers touched something wet against your lips. Upon inspecting it, you realized it was blood... your blood.

To try and fight the pain, you had bit your lip so hard you had actually bled it.

You tried to hide your shock and quickly wiped the evidence with the back of your sleeve, all while avoiding Agatha's intended gaze; not wishing to decipher it at the moment.

Yet Agatha kept watching, eyes darker at the sight of your bleeding lip. She could not help but remember the times she had bitten your lip enough to draw blood, only to lick it and then kiss you with hunger; letting you also taste what your blood felt like.

She managed to focus on the present, not letting her thoughts and fantasies get the best of her.

There were still things she had to focus on.

"We've been cursed." Lilia suddenly said as she recognised what had taken place.

At least that made some sense to you, though you had never truly been cursed; not that way. Physical curses had been your biggest enemy but you could fight, purify them even when the moon was full.

Now verbal... it seemed to be a loophole into everything. You were not how to feel about that.

You didn't have the time to do so, either, for a metronome on the piano nearby started to tick.

"I think this means the trial started." Teen pointed out.

Jen took notice that Rio was not exactly shocked or even scared, like the rest. "Why are you smiling?"

Agatha rolled her eyes. "She's a tourist." Was her argument.

Once again, Jen did not agree. "She's a psycho."

"And nothing's happening." Teen pointed out. "Maybe this curse isn't so bad."

You immediately locked your sharp gaze at him, making him feel uncomfortable. One finger was pointed in his direction.

"Do not, under any circumstance, say those words again." Your voice was serious, and it made every single hair on his body stand on end. "Last thing we need is the Road proving us wrong"

As if your words had once again predicted the future, something unexpected happened.

Lilia started to fan herself with her hands, feeling hotter when suddenly she started to scream. You swore you could see some sort of faint smoke coming from beneath her clothing, and the smell of burning flesh quickly reached your nose.

"It burns!" She shouted, grabbing an invisible wound by her shoulder.

Everyone stood close in panic, not sure how to help when Jen remembered something.

"Alice, protect her." She instructed her fellow witches.

Just like her assigned role, Alice did what she had to do. Using Rio's knife, she carved a circle around a screaming Lilia while changing a protection spell in Latin.

By the time the circle was complete, Lilia was laying on the floor but she was no longer burning by some invisible power.

Jen looked terrified. "I need you to draw one of those circles around me, right now"

You paid her no mind as you helped Lilia stand. You did not ask her anything but you could see in her eyes that she was thankful for your help .

"So, breaking a curse," Teen started as he tried to think what he knew. "Smudge sticks? A salt bath... What if we locate and reason with the witch who cast the curse?"

"Once vengeance is loosed, you can't reel it back in." You so wisely commneted as you stopped holding and supporting Lliliam

"So what do we do?"

Once again, the older witch had an answer. "The only way to end a curse is to face it."

New screams drew your attention and everyone turned to Jen, who was suffering the same effects of the curse.

Alice rushed to repeat the protective circle, doing her best to be fast and save Jen from suffering this burning sensation for long.

Surprisingly, when she was done; something became noticable. Jen's skin seemed to bear a mark, a burnt brand on her skin.

Lilia confirmed she had the same, making you all exchange looks of worry with one another.

This was new, way more physical than the other trial, and you were not sure you liked it that much.

Chapter 16

[twost3ps]

This boy has been in the drafts for like a month

I'm feeling like I want an Adam sandwich with two slices of Morningstar brothers so you guys are going to hear me out on my LucifurxAdamxMicheal au (and I mean it in a they both share Adam in the end :3 ) In general I'm calling the ship ✨️GuitarStars✨️ boooyaaa I feel like there might be a better name for it but idk

(Also I’ve noticed there is complaint for guitarhero in the adamsapple tag. I'm tagging this post as adamsapple this once of it but post related to this with both brothers will be counted as #guitarstars.

I also completely agree with the complaints. There is a problem with the tagging so this is a very quick reminder to please tag properly!!! Ik it's not meant to be harmful bcz most guitarhero shippers are also adamsapple as well. But i will admit there has been a lot of unecessary tagging (i am guilty of this im so sorry qwq) so please be mindful!!!! Ik this post might go agaisnt that but its just this post i swear sorrryyyy)

ANYWAYS The actual au:

For now I'm calling the au- Angels on My Shoulder (I can't think of a good title rn grrr)

quick sketchs so you get the idea

General prompt:

Adam respawns as a human with all his memories. He lives a normal happy life until he turns 21 when two angels (Micheal and Lucifer) appear on his shoulders with a mission: try convince him into making certain decisions so that he ensures a spot in heaven or hell.

That doesn’t work out very well because adam hates how theyre forcing their ideals onto him one way or another. He doesnt really want to think about heaven or hell anytime soon. Heaven or hell seems like complete torture to him. The fact that he didn't like either of them before he respawned doesn't help.

A revelation happens and both brothers realize it's not gonna work on their terms so they're gonna have to earn his favor first before trying anything. One of the ways is talking it out beacuse adam had expressed several times over that, while at first it was funny, their bickering needs to die because it's getting annoying.

They talk it out. They make up. It takes a whole but they become close again. They try to earn adams favor in the meantime and between time. Everything is at peace. As time goes on though, the wooing is no longer for just adams favor, its now romantic. Both develop feelings for Adam. And since now they made up both made up they are very willing to share him.

The og goal is completely lost. Gone with the dirt and dust. And now what was once a competition to get Adam into heaven or hell has spiraled into heaven and hell trying to get into Adam. If you catch my drift.

Do they get in there?

God bless they do

(Ps they start off as small little mascots but then later grow into their normal form and an added human form. Adam Prefers the small mascots though)

My in-depth of the au that is very subject to change I just wanted to rant is under the cut o3o

So when Adam had died, he respawned onto earth. Born into a normal family and all that jazz. He lives life as normal and has comes to terms with it. He actually loves his life. He doesn’t have to walk on eggshells anymore and lives as normal. He’s not insanely good or insanely bad, he’s just a guy.

A guy who is very happy with himself. After graduating he becomes a national park ranger.

Heaven and hell both know of adams soul, but contant cant be initiated till he turns 21 (It was recognized because I wanna say 21 would be the age Adam technically was in his creation during Eden, and thats when he can process divinity without his body tweaking as if he were any other mortal. Souls grow along with age and all that drama, adams soul in eden was strong enough to stand the sheer power of a seraphims presence) both sides made it their immediate duty to guide him to their path.

Sera wanted Adam in heaven to clear her mind- to have heaven back to perfection with the original perfection creation (also to have her son back, but she's not ready to unpack that for herself.)

Lucifur wanted adam as he could punish him directly for hurting Charlie and her friends. A little tiny part of him also really wants Adam all for himself grrryrvgrvsgrs

So both heaven and hell spawn a representative guide for Adam to follow once his soul is ready to guide. Lucifur nominated himself and Sera nominated Micheal who agreed.

For some reason (probably amix of earth and god or sumn), Adam's presence nulls the powers of both angels and devils. So the first time they appear, Micheal and lucifur appear as small tiny mascots on Adam’s shoulder.

(Adam has flicked both of them away several times and they can't really do anything about it other than fly back and try again)

Both sides had the same idea and Adam connects the dots very fast on why they are here without them telling him. And he's pissed.

His normal life is now ruined.

Adam actually really hates both Lucifur and Micheal. Lucifur for obvious reasons and Micheal because he's just so nitpickey. Micheal had trained Adam in the past and that guy was brutal. Adam understood part of it was with Lucifurs falling and their brother thing and whatever but god daymn bro needed to chill. If Sera was on him like a hawk Micheal had been on him like a spy camera from space monitored by the secret service. In a way, both devalued adams emotions to some capacity so Adam hated both of them equally. Nothing Adam could do about it though because he was human.

In the beginning, both micheal and lucifur kept it really formal between them. Its strained but neither brother imposes on what the other one advises. That doesn’t stay for too long. The formalities between Lucifur and Micheal die pretty quickly. Under 2 months tops. While both are very old and very much adults, they are, first and foremost, SIBLINGS.

Both begin talking over eachother, butting in, shoving eachother. It's like pre eden all over again between the two on who is better. Most of the time they argue about the most random topics forgetting their og purpose.

After one year of enduring both of their bs, Adam feels like he has a dog and a cat rather than two otherworldly gaurdians monitoring his every move.

He doesn't complain though. After a while he's learned to tune them out. He also finds it incredibly entertaining watching the literal devil fight with the a high angel while being incredibly small. And with no powers it resorts to petty slapping. He's gotten pretty used to it....

Except when it comes to them making him choose what actions he takes.

They're always on him about everything. It sucks so much ass. Everything Adam tries to do something good, Lucifur tells him that it's stupid, that he should be more selfish and blocks Adam. He keeps on telling him that deep down adam really isnt all that, and why should he try and do good when everyone knows that hes not really that. Micheal does the same thing in reverse. When Adam does something considered bad, Micheal raves on how he'll go to hell. That Adam was made in perfection and must reach that perfection. That heaven is waiting for him and is available only if he keeps on doing good.

It makes Adam so mad when they remember what they're trying to do.

Adam doesn’t listen to either angel because after living part of his life as just a normal person, he’s come to realize he doesn’t want to think about living life wondering if he’s going to heaven or hell. Adam does not want to face eternal punishment or be in hell. He still really hates sinners, and while the blood hungry killer part of him died with his second life, he still thinks that the majority of those sinners are disgusting to say the least. But he doesn’t want to walk eggshells to be virtuous enough to enter heaven. Heaven, for all its greatness got tiring after 1000s of years. He's grown tired- already hated hell and grew to hate heaven. He doesn’t want to think about either, he doesn’t want those ideas to deter him from choosing what he wants to do. He wants to make both good and bad decisions without an angel watching over him. He wants to be able to make both good and bad decisions. He makes this very clear after a breakdown.

It becomes less of a competition over making Adam choose and more of getting into Adam’s favor after that because their first tactic is clearly not working.

So both agree that they will have to earn adams favor before making him do anything.

But in order to get adams favor both have to learn to get along because it had become one of Adam's biggest gripes. Funny at first, but the bickering and arguments got tiring after the course of a few years.

So they do attempt to make up. Genuinely. It's hard and its tough. Theres a lot there to unpack. But both jnkw that if they don't do this Adam is not going to listen to either of them because getting along has go go both ways.

And they do make up.

By the time Adam is in his early 30s, the close proximity and a lot of Adam yelling to sort it out, allowed for some slow but needed time to talk it out. They would do it infront of Adam who was the mediator, but they mostly would talk when Adam falls asleep as both watch over his dreams (creepos imo). They begin talking about their decision and their lives. Both brothers do acknowledge that they miss each other and that they have committed several wrongs with each other. And soon the fighting turns to light banter and life is good. They still try to earn adams favor but it's a lot more calmer. Everything's more calm.

Atleast that's what adam thought at first.

While bonding and stuff, they both come to the mutual agreement that they could share Adam. So they both freak it and try to woo Adam together.

And then now it's a matter of Adam freaking out because while before, both his little shoulder angels used to argue, they their bickering distracted them enough that Adam could chill and leave.

Now they're both bothering him and helping eachother try to get in adams pants. They're tag teaming him now.

It doesn't take long for their combined forces to make Adam cave.

The og goal is kinda gone. They still put their input but adams become more open it because they're less demanding and he feels like their goals are more aligned to his wants than theirs. Lucifur and Micheal also come to kinda realize that where Adam ends is where Adam ends. They're going to have to just suck it up when the time comes but they'll enjoy sharing while it lasts.

It gets pretty domestic and slice of life here. So the years following is a mix of sibling bonding and having ✨️the rizz✨️ on Adam.

Lucifur talks about hell and Charlie. Micheal talks about heaven and lucifur and his siblings. (Both Micheal and Lucifur arent permannt shoulder angels, they can actually pop away if they wanted to) Adam talks about his life and stuff.

When Adam eventually dies, his soul is neither here or there (because getting absolutely boned by twin morningstars does not make you virtuous or sinful it just makes you a bad bitch) his soul spawns in limbo. He’s deprived from salvation but doesn’t endure the horrors of hell. It’s basically a decent sided garden with a basic house in the middle where the garden ends is white space. On opposite ends of the garden are two doors, one goes to hell and the other to heaven. Turns out, the doors are connected to Micheal and Lucifer’s homes, but only appeared in them once Adam died. He’s allowed outside limbo into heaven or hell of his choosing for a limited amount of time and visites Micheal and Lucifer when he can. On the flip side Micheal and Lucifer can freely walk in and out of the place. I don’t want Adam to be lonely once he enters limbo so Cain and Abel are there because they died before heaven was ready and when he’ll just started.

So that’s pretty much it :3 kinda

incomplete but doesn't have everything I wanna say

Also

I will reiterate what I said at the beginning. I love you my guitarhero ppl but they are right in the tagging. It comes from a place of love so just be mindful!! Also, this is from me, sometimes the adamsapple vs guitarhero thing gets repetitive. It's a very common post ive seen. And I mean in general not just leaking into the adamsapple tag. That might just be me, but I do see it pretty often. Love it but that with the tagging does get a bit old. Really, the problem is a mix of incorrect tagging and the same trope. There's a lot more to the ship, especially with Micheal being free reign rn, so there is a lot of opportunity to show their relationship besides comparing it to Adamsapple.

I feel like somone who ships guitarhero also had to say something so yeyeye

Again, no offense to anyone guitarhero isbmy love but just please be mindful guys o3o

If you read all that thank you lol

[wordsarelife]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: you agree to theo’s ask, on your on terms, and the tension continues to rise

warnings: height difference mentioned, i have zero idea how to play a guitar or how hard certain songs are to play so just act like anything i say is the truth haha

notes: i really love them so much! i haven’t been inspired by writing in such a long time! i hope you like it as much as i do!!

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you had wiped away the tears as soon as you had walked out of the hospital, straightening your back and thinking about which direction would be smarter to walk in.

you would come home no matter what, this small town was basically a circle, it was just the question of which way would be faster. you weren't keen on walking longer than necessary.

"forgot the way home?" a voice beside you made your head turn.

"what do you want?" you asked annoyed as you saw theo walk closer to you "i'm leaving, okay? you don't have to try to get rid of me anymore"

"pixie, i didn't mean it like that" he sighed and tried to touch your arm, but you turned your body away from him.

"i know exactly how you meant that" you protested "and i don't know what you still want now. you won, okay? you won ages ago, but you're the one who always picks a fight"

"pixie" theo muttered and you could hear the regret in his voice.

"don't call me that"

"y/n" he said and you looked up in surprise. you couldn't remember when your name had last left his mouth. "i'm sorry"

you raised your eyebrows. "you're sorry?" you repeated, almost laughing. "i don't think i ever heard you say that before"

you wanted to go home, so you just decided on a random direction and started walking, to your luck, theo was following you.

"okay, get to the point, nott" you demanded "what do you want from me?"

theo sighed once again, understanding that there was no way he could trick you into agreeing, he just had to ask. "i need your help, i mean, we need your help"

"you need my help?" you repeated skeptically. "is that one of your awful pranks again?"

"no" theo shook his head. "i promise it's not"

"okay, then lets hear what you need"

"enzo can't play the concert"

"i know as much"

"yeah, sorry" theo brushed a hand through his hair, unsure how he should ask you.

"there is that word again" you pointed a finger to his face. he gently pushed your hand away. "i could get used to this"

"yeah, don't flatter yourself" theo mumbled aggravated.

"there he is" you laughed sarcastically.

"we need a guitarist" theo came straight to the point "april says you play.." he paused, unsure how to finish his sentence "good"

"you want me to play guitar for you?"

"not for me" theo tried to rephrase it "for the band, the boys"

"why should i do that?"

"i know you hate me, pixie. but you don't hate them, do you?" he almost sounded like he was pleading.

"thanks to you i'm not really friends with them anymore, theo" you remarked bitterly "they were my friends just as much as yours and they still sided with you"

"it's my fault, okay?" theo said helplessly "is it that what you want to hear? that i was childish enough to poison your relationships?"

"that's just it, theo" you shook your head "i don't want to hear anything from you anymore, but you keep on talking, keep on writing songs. why can't you let go of things?"

"you know i need to write to cope"

"yeah, i know" you nodded your head "but anytime i hear one of your stupid songs it physically hurts. you might be able to cope through your writing, but i will never be able to do that"

"it's one song, pixie" theo rolled his eyes.

"so you admit that you wrote pixie dream girl about me?"

"that's not the point" theo argued.

"oh, yes it is" you laughed, while you quickened your steps, so theo had it harder to keep up with you, even if he was taller.

"okay, fine" theo sighed "pixie dream girl is about you"

"i know" you smiled "what about daddy issues?"

theo send you a painful look, almost as if you were torturing him with your question.

"do you want me to play guitar or not?"

"daddy issues is about you too" he finally muttered.

"thank you. now, was that so hard?"

theo send you a look. “will you help us?”

"i'll think about it" you patted theo's shoulder, before you continued walking away. he thankfully caught the hint and stayed where he was.

"not too long" he called behind you and you just raised your hand, showing him your middle finger.

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theo ran into april when he walked back to enzo's room.

"you're leaving already?" he asked surprised.

"yeah" april shrugged "i want to look after y/n and enzo's coming out this evening, i'll come back to his then"

"okay"

"what did she say?"

"she'll think about it"

"she didn't say no?" april wondered and theo shook his head "huh, i thought she would, after everything.." she shook her head, as if to get rid of that thought "you should feel lucky, theo"

"i do" he quickly nodded. "see you, april"

"bye, theo"

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you were staring at the ceiling as the sudden sound of the door made you look up.

"hey" april smiled, as she closed your door behind her "your mum let me in"

"did she get up for once" you nodded with fake impress.

"y/n" april sighed and you could hear the pity in her voice.

"don't" you shook your head and effectively shut her up "how's enzo? how much longer does he have to stay in the hospital?"

"he's coming home tonight" she let herself fall on the chair in the corner of your room. "maybe you want to come and visit him with me later?"

"after everything that happened today? i'll pass, but thank you"

"enzo promised that it'll be just him and mattheo"

you sighed "i'll think about it"

"i really see no reason why you and the rest of the boys just can't stay friends, y/n"

"theo is the reason we can't" you noted "i think it's better for all of us if we keep a distance between us"

"that's gonna be hard if you play for his band"

you sighed deeply "you're in on this too?"

"actually it was enzo's and my idea" she admitted as she looked anywhere but you "you're the only one who is as good as him and you're able to play most of the notes"

"yeah" you sank back down "but i don't know if i really want to. i mean theo is still theo, he can try to be nice all he wants, but he will never get out of his skin"

"the rest of the boys will make sure that he behaves himself" april promised "mattheo told me himself"

"mattheo told me the same today and you know how it ended"

"sometimes you two are a real mystery to me" she muttered "you know each other so well, well enough to know which buttons to push. he can make you cry with only a few words, it's scary"

"you said it" you pointed your hand in her direction "he never knows when it's enough"

"and you do?" she laughed "you're just as bad as him. you should've seen the look in his eyes as soon as you left the room. it's like you both can't be with or without the other"

"i don't know what you're talking about" you shook your head.

"you always say that you just want him to stop speaking to you, but i can see how much you enjoy these discussions, even if you're just fighting. you missed him and this is the only way you can spend time with him"

"that's not true, april"

"yes it is, sweetheart" april said softly "why don't you just tell him that you miss being his friend? everything could just go back to normal, if just one of you makes the first step"

"it's not as easy" you argued "too much happened, things you don't know, things i can't speak about. it's too late to rekindle anything"

"y/n, if it's about le-"

"please just let it go"

"okay" she nodded, accepting your wish "but what are you going to do? will you help them?"

"yes" you nodded "i mean the rest of the boys didn't do anything, right? and i don't want to poision your and enzo's relationship before it even began"

april smiled while her cheeks turned bright red "i hate you" she laughed and you just shrugged, before you stood up from the bed and took the blog, writing a message for theo.

i'll do it. but only under certain conditions. mattheo will receive the list later

"happy?" you asked april, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"yes" she giggled "now let's sort out your conditions"

it didn't take you long to come up with the things that had to change for you to start helping them. april had, surprisingly, a few ideas herself, (april is allowed to watch the rehearsals), making your list three points long.

you accompanied her later to visit enzo, which was, admittedly, a bit unnecessary considering she had already visited him in the hospital, but it seemed like both her and enzo deemed it important for his survival.

luckily, april had been right. it had only been enzo and mattheo. they both were smiling widely as you told them that you would help. enzo promised you to be there for every rehearsal (let alone because april would be) to help you learn the songs the way he played them.

mattheo seemed to enjoy the way you were nicer to him when theo wasn't around. you had always liked him, he was easy to get along with, but the last year you had learned not to enjoy his teasing and joking personality. you apologized for the day before, realizing that you had been quite harsh and that he really thought you would find the song funny.

maybe you would’ve had, but a lot had changed and mattheo understood that you couldn't find humour in it right now.

they promised to show your list to the rest of the band and tell you in school how and when rehearsals would start.

april and you left after two hours and you could tell she was beaming. in her opinion, playing in the band meant that all of you would be friends again and the hope alone was enough for her.

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"here it is" mattheo held the folded piece of paper in theo's direction.

"be honest, mate" theo said "is it manageable?"

"it is" enzo said. he was sitting on the stone wall in the middle of draco and blaise. mattheo was standing next to theo in front of them.

"okay" theo sighed, before he unfolded the paper. "y/n's conditions under which she will safe theo's petty little-" he held the paper in mattheo's direction "i'm not reading this"

mattheo giggled, before he cleared his throat as soon as theo send him a look. "y/n's conditions under which she will safe theo's petty little-"

"you can skip the beginning" theo interrupted "just get to the point"

"fine" mattheo rolled his eyes "rule one: april is allowed to watch the rehearsals"

"yeah, fine, whatever" theo nodded, while enzo was practically jumping up and down. "anyone has a problem with that?" the three other shook their heads and mattheo continued reading.

"rule two: theo is civil”

“can you do that?” enzo wanted to know and theo nodded reluctantly.

“okay and the final rule: we can’t play pixie dream girl”

“sounds alright” blaise shrugged.

“what do you say theo?” draco asked as he noticed the priors facial expression.

“we can’t do the third one” theo explained between clenched teeth.

“what?” enzo asked “why not?”

“when i talked to mr fraser on the phone i showed it to him and he made me promise that it’s one of the tracks we play”

“okay” mattheo shrugged “then you just call him and tell him that we can’t play it”

“he said it’s important that we play it because it’ll impress his boss. we got many streams on the song and it’ll make us stand out against the other bands”

“fuck” draco jumped from the stone wall. “can’t you find a way to play?”

“yeah” enzo shrugged "i'll just play with my feet, no problem, draco”

“let’s all calm down” blaise said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"it's seems important to her that we don't play the song" enzo remarked.

"yeah" mattheo muttered.

"okay, what if we just not tell her? i mean six weeks is a long time, maybe she'll say yes when we ask her later?" blaise suggested.

"that might not be the worst idea" mattheo nodded "maybe if we'll be able to be friends again, she might play the song"

"it's worth a try, right?" draco asked in theo's direction.

"i don't know" enzo shook his head "she will absolutely hate us when she finds out we lied to her. she'll feel betrayed"

"it's just a song" draco crossed his arms "what's her problem?"

"i am" theo shrugged "and the song reminds her of that. fuck" he groaned.

"what do we do, boss?" mattheo asked "do we lie to her? she might understand it once we tell her it was our only chance"

"i tell her we accept her rules" theo nodded as he gripped the paper from mattheo "not one word from any of you, you hear me? this is our only chance to get that stupid record deal and if it means to work with the enemy we will do that"

"the enemy" mattheo rolled his eyes "you're getting dramatic again, theodore"

"you know what i mean"

before anyone could agree to his terms, april and you walked up behind the boys.

"hey" april greeted and immediately stepped into the emptys space next to enzo where draco had sat.

"hi" you said, a lot less happy "how does it look?"

"we accept your rules" theo nodded "rehearsals are every tuesday, thursday and saturday at five. we have to rehearse a lot if we want that record deal"

"great" you nodded "how much time will we have on stage?"

"fourty-five minutes" theo answered "i'd say we try to rehearse all ten songs before we decide on those that we want to play"

"not including pixie dream girl, right?"

"right" he nodded.

"great" you smiled "then we have a deal" you held your hand in his direction, so you could finalize everything with a handshake.

"yes" theo nodded "do you have a guitar or do you need enzo's?"

"i have one" you nodded, before you excused yourself, so you would be on time for your first class of the day.

the next time that you saw all of them was during the first official rehearsal on saturday. you had spent the entire friday searching for old notes forba few of the songs that you still owned somewhere. theo had given you the missing ones when you had stood in front of his door in the evening and you had tried to play as much as possible and it was admittedly not working bad.

"hey" you greeted the boys when april and you walked into the garage. april slumped down on the couch next to enzo as if someone had held a gun in her direction and you looked between draco and blaise. "where should i stand?"

blaise directed you to the empty space next to the microphone stand.

"where are matt and theo?" april asked and you perked up. you would have rather died than asked yourself, but you were still wondering.

"they're on their way" draco answered "mattheo made a few cds to hand out to people and they are getting them right now"

"cool" april nodded impressed.

"you're only now making cds?" you asked surprised "isn't that like one of the first things bands normally do?”

"generally, yeah" enzo nodded "but in a time like this, most people only listen on streaming platforms so we never really saw the need for it"

"now that we're getting more known, it's more professional" blaise added.

"okay" you nodded "i get it"

"bonjourno" mattheo waved as soon as him and theo entered the room a few minutes later.

"french?" enzo wondered.

"that's italian, sweetheart" you could hear april mutter next to him. you giggled into your hand as you noticed the lovesick look enzo was now sending in her direction.

"you're so smart, april"

"are you ready?" theo asked you, once he took his stance behind the microphone.

"sure" you shrugged, before you took the guitar and plugged it in.

"we'll start with blood//water. the notes should be relatively easy to play"

theo counted and pointed in your direction as soon as it was time for the guitar part to set in. just shortly after, theo began singing. you of course had heard him sing before. you had listened to the songs, but you had never heard him so clear, so raw.

we'll never get free lamb to the slaughter what you gon' do when there's blood in the water? the price of your greed is your son and your daughter what you gon' do when there's blood in the water?

you switched your fingers, picking up the pace of the melody as soon as the pre-chorus set in again. mattheo was changing between playing the bass and clapping his hands. draco was making quick movements on the keyboard, changing the setting to let it make different sound effects and blaise was hitting the drums so hard, your ears almost blew off.

but despite all that you could only focus on theo and the sound of his voice. the way it looked so effortless and hard at the same time. as the pre-chorus ended and the chorus set in, he was full on screaming into the microphone, the veins on his neck showing the strength his voice was using.

i am the people, i am the storm i am the riot, i am the swarm when the last tree's fallen the animal can't hide money won't solve it what's your alibi? what's your alibi? what's your alibi?

when there's blood in the water

when the song ended, april began to clap. "that was amazing!" she complimented "blood//water is my favorite song on the album"

"thank you" mattheo smiled "you were really great, y/n"

"thanks" you nodded "i think this one is one of the easier chord compressions"

"the next song would be daddy issues" theo looked in your direction expectingly.

"do we have to play that one?" you asked "i mean it's so slow and you won't probably play it anyway"

"she has a point" mattheo shrugged.

"i think we should play all the songs" theo argued "so that we can change the setlist until the last minute"

"good point" blaise nodded.

"come on, guys" enzo, who saw the discomfort on your face added "y/n is right, it's way too slow"

"boss?" mattheo looked to theo.

"we should at least play it this once" you sighed as you noticed that theo wasn't going to budge.

"okay" mattheo nodded "you ready? i think the chords are quite easy for this one too"

you were looking straight across the room, but nodded at his words.

theo counted again and you started playing the chords on the paper in front of you. maybe this wasn't as bad as you thought. you would just have to concentrate and blend out theo as much as possible.

take you like a drug i taste you on my tongue

theo's voice almost made you shiver. you moved your fingers along the guitar.

and you might have to tell me again it's crazy what you'll do for a friend

you had listened to the song about a million times after it had come out, but now it was like you were hearing it for the first time. and the softness in theo's voice was going to break your heart, you were sure.

you didn't know if the rest of the boys knew the song was about. you were guessing that only enzo was slowly getting the idea, as he was the only one who had noticed how uncomfortable you had gotten once theo mentioned it.

you doubted that the others new. theo wasn't one to run around and tell everyone what the meaning behind his songs were. you were sure they knew only half the things theo knew and you were glad for that.

go ahead and cry, little girl nobody does it like you do i know how much it matters to you i know that you got daddy issues

you thought back to days in the backyard of your house. how theo came climbing up into the treehouse and would just sit next to you for hours.

when you felt brave you would cry in his lap, but sometimes you weren't able to and theo understood you in a way that no one else did.

he had brushed your hair aside, whispering about the future, wonderland, something that did not sound like it could be real, at least not to you.

he told stories about a world in which your dad was better. a world in which he loved you as much as you loved him, as much as he loved-

go ahead and cry, little boy you know that your daddy did too you know what your mama went through you gotta let it out soon, just let it out

maybe there had been a time where he hadn't planned to use that song against you. a time where he wanted to show it to you so it could console you and your pain. now it just felt like ammunition in an ongoing war.

you were still staring at the wall across from you as a few tears slipped over your cheeks.

and if you were my little girl i'd do whatever I could do i'd run away and hide with you i know that you got daddy issues

you took off the guitar as soon as the song had ended, breathing a shaky breath. "could we take a break?" you asked theo, who, if you weren't mistaken, looked a bit guilty now that he saw the look on your face.

"sure" mattheo answered, while theo continued to stare at you. "are you alright?" he touched your shoulder and it took everything in you not to start full on crying at the gentleness in his voice.

"let's sit down" draco sighed.

"do you want to see the cd?" mattheo smiled and you nodded as you quickly wiped over your eyes.

he held it in your direction and you smiled as you recognized the cover that they had used on spotify. "it looks amazing"

"turn it around" mattheo advised and you did as you were told.

your breath hitched as you saw the photo on the back.

theo cleared his throat at the lack of reaction from you "that's"

"leo" you finished "i know" your fingers gently moved over the boys back. you recognized the white shirt, the black trousers and the bracelet on his left arm. you were wearing a matching one.

"the photo is from last year" mattheo explained "from when theo and leo wrote most of the songs. i thought it would be the perfect one to show who we are"

"it is" you nodded "thank you" you looked up at mattheo and he gulped as he noticed the tears in your eyes. you held the cd in his direction before you stood up. "i need a breath of fresh air"

you walked out of the garage and sat down on the bench in front of the lake. you sat there for ten minutes before you decided it was time to return back inside. 

mattheo had told his friends to settle down and end the rehearsal for today, much to theo's dismay, who basically tried to kill you with his eyes when you came back inside. 

"i don't get why we have to stop" theo muttered "we only got through two songs. what got your knickers in a twist, huh?" he turned his head to look at you, but instead of rushing away, you returned his angry look. 

"you" you said with a roll of your eyes "the rule was to be civil and you're acting like an idiot, theodore" 

theo laughed at that and you were even more angry. 

"fuck you, mr rockstar" you held up your middle finger. 

"i'd love to see you try, miss stuck up" 

you looked at april betrayed when you heard her giggle. 

"even your friend agrees with me" your head snapped to the side. 

you stepped closer to the boy, until you were only a few centimeters apart. the others watched you with big eyes. "do you want to repeat that, darling?"

you could see theo gulp at the proximity, before he quickly caught himself and smirked down at you. "are you trying to kiss me, baby?" 

"no, but seems like you are thinking about kissing me, sweetheart"

mattheo sighed loudly and both you and theo turned your heads, only realizing now that you were the center of attention. 

"that was kinda hot" blaise muttered under his breath and was immediately elbowed by draco, who did not take his eyes off of theo and you. 

"shut up" theo said quickly and you had the sudden need to defend blaise, just because it would get a rise out of theo. 

"seems like your friend agrees with me" you crossed your arms and smiled provocatively "you totally have the hots for me" 

"i hate you"

"finally something we can agree on" you grinned, before you turned around and grabbed your bag. "bye" 

the rest of the group said goodbye while they were still astounished at how you had basically won a fight against theo. 

"oh shut up" theo said quickly, when you had left the room and blaise opened his mouth. 

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Painted Mornings (Ledger!Joker x GN!Reader one shot)

Plot: Joker has a habit of leaving in the middle of the night or early morning, vanishing without letting you know. You catch him one morning before he leaves and help him do his makeup.

Words: 2.5k

CW: just some minor swearing, reference to nudity

Notes: The next part to the series I'm writing should be out, hopefully, by Friday, but here's this to fill the void :)

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When you awaken, you reach your arm out, instinctively reaching for the space beside you in bed only to find it empty. All you can feel is the other half of your blanket, messed up and discarded to the side. You yawn as you sit up on your elbow, peering into the darkness around you. It seemed a certain clown had slipped away while you were sleeping. The Clown Prince of Crime, your boyfriend, the Joker, was nowhere to be found.

You sigh, getting up and kicking your feet over the side of the bed. It’s not unusual for Joker to disappear on you like this. You two may already be a year into dating, but that doesn’t mean Joker has adjusted to typical domestic life quite yet. You don’t think he ever will, and while it can get on your nerves at times, you don’t really mind. He isn’t like any other guy you’ve ever met, and that’s what you like about him. Joker has the tendency to slip away without telling you, sometimes for days at a time, and you never know what he’s up to until you turn on the TV just to see whatever scheme he enacted to mess with Batman. No doubt he’s somewhere now, rigging up explosives, barking at his goons to follow orders. You smile at the thought of it. The worst part is never where he is, you know he’ll be lurking somewhere in Gotham, it’s him vanishing and you never knowing when he’ll come back. Or if he’ll come back. The Joker was the biggest mystery in your life.

You stare at the clock and realize just how early it is, about 2:00 AM, but you know you won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. So, you slip out of bed, and make your way towards the bathroom. Might as well shower or something, freshen up.

As you get to the door, a sound from inside makes you jump. You pause, pressing your ear against the door, hearing rummaging from inside. Someone is in there. For a moment, you think about possibly running to grab one of Joker’s numerous blades that he keeps around your bedroom. If someone has broken in, you know how to deal with it. But instead, you step back from the door, hope blooming in your chest as you call out. “J?” you ask. “You in there?”

For a second, you expect the worst, that maybe one of Joker’s many enemies finally found you, but instead your boyfriend's voice carries through the door. “Yeah, doll.”

Your heart swells. Joker was still there with you! Excitedly, you open the door to see your boyfriend standing in front of the mirror, his greasepaint sitting on the sink. He’s barefaced still, which means he must not have woken up too long before you. Before you even go over to him, you stand for a moment and appreciate the scene in front of you. Seeing Joker without makeup was one of the first times in your relationship you felt that Joker truly trusted you, and everytime you’ve seen him barefaced since then, you always make sure to appreciate it. You look at the mangled flesh that make up his scars, scars that you find beautiful, before your eyes drift to his perfect nose and then his perfect brown eyes. But seeing him without makeup, without his walls up, isn’t even the best part, it’s seeing the Joker in your apartment bathroom, in nothing but a black t-shirt and boxers, now that’s a damn sight. It was a side of him he kept only for you, and it made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer, doll” Joker murmurs, snapping you from your thoughts. You smile and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your cheek into his back. “Didn’t expect you to be, ah, up this early.”

You shrug. “I just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I thought you had left already.” You can’t help but smile even wider. “Pleasant surprise to see you still here.”

“Yeah? Well you caught me just in time. I was just aboutta put my paint on,” he says, smacking his lips together. “You should go back to bed, doll.”

You shake your head, moving so that you press your full face into his back. He smells like soap since he (thankfully) showered yesterday, but you swear you can still smell the lingering traces of gunpowder on him. “I won’t be able to,” you say, pulling back from him. “I wanna stay with you.”

Peeking around his arm, you can see him glower in the mirror. “You need your rest, and ah, I’ve got plans today.” He licks the inside of his cheeks. “I can walk you to the room if you’d like.” You almost laugh at seeing him all upset over you not getting all the sleep you need. It’s his odd way of showing affection, getting upset when you’re not taking care of yourself properly. If you ever forget to eat, he’ll grumble and complain, leaving you as if he doesn’t care until you find food sitting on the kitchen counter. He isn’t the kind to sweetly bring you to the kitchen and cook up a meal for you, or tuck you into bed, but you know he cares, even if he doesn’t show it in the softest of ways.

You adjust yourself, shifting so that your chest is against his side so you can look at him in the mirror. He puts an arm around your shoulder. “Can I stay with you until you’re done?”

“Doll-”

“Please, J, I’ll go to bed right after. Just lemme stay with you until you’re done getting ready. Then I’ll sleep.”

He considers you for a second before sighing. “Fine, you’re, ah, lucky I’m feeling generous.”

Your arms slip away from him, and you grab his tin of white greasepaint. “Can I…can I do your paint for you?”

“My makeup?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. You expect him to deny you. You’ve washed him, dyed his hair, seen him naked several times, and yet there’s something that has held you back from ever asking to apply Joker’s face paint. You’ve been in the bathroom plenty of times when he’s put it on, watching intently as he rubs each color into his skin, slowly morphing into the infamous Gotham villain everyone knows him as. Yet another side of the Joker you love, but one you share with the rest of the city. There’s just something ritualistic about his makeup application, something you have never wanted to intrude on. It’s Joker making himself Joker, and you’re not sure if you have any part in it. You hold your breath until Joker finally responds. “Mmmm, sure.”

It’s a short, ‘whatever’ response but you’re thrilled, trying not to let your excitement show too much, though you’re sure Joker can see it on you. He was always better at reading you than you are at reading him. You grab the rest of Joker’s greasepaint and use your chin to gesture to the toilet. “Take a seat.”

Slowly, Joker sits on the toilet lid, and you settle in front of him, bending down. Again, you just sit there and admire him, reaching up and tracing along the scar on his right side, feeling the ragged flesh beneath your fingertips. Joker leans into your touch for just a second before pretending to try and bite at your finger. Well, you’re sure he would bite you, just not hard. “Focus, doll, I have places to be.”

You pull your hand away, smirking before opening the tin of white greasepaint, unscrewing the lid. “What’s your plan this time?” You dip two fingers into the paint, reaching up and smearing it on Joker’s cheek. The paint feels nicer than you thought.

Instead of shutting his eyes, Joker looks intently at you as you apply the white all over his face. “Oh ya know, a little this, a little that.” He licks his lips. “A bit of destruction here and there.”

His answer is vague, which leads you to believe he has something big up his sleeve. You’ll have to keep your eyes peeled on the news later. When it comes to Joker’s schemes, that’s yet another part of him he tends to keep on the down low, but occasionally he’ll let you in on a plan or two, showing you his erratic sketches and notes in his journals. It’s not that Joker doesn’t want you to know what he’s doing, he just likes to be secretive, likes a good surprise. “Sounds like fun, J.” You finish up smearing the white all over his face. It’s a bit splotchy, but it usually is, and you think it adds to the look. “Gonna have to close your eyes now, gonna put the black on.”

“Aw, but I’ve got such a nice view,” he complains, his voice a low, tired growl and your stomach flutters. 

You poke his chest. “Eyes. Closed. Now.”

“Bossy, bossy, bossy.” He grumbles, but obliges, though you know he isn’t actually upset over you bossing him around. You can tell he’s tired, the way his eyes shut immediately, his head tilting, but he’d never admit to being tired. He manages to stay awake from a mix of black coffee and adrenaline. 

You grab the black paint next, popping off the lid and diving in, rubbing the paint around Joker’s eyes. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

He sighs. “Dunno, doll, maybe a day or two. Depends just how much of what I do goes right, assuming Batsy doesn’t mess it all up.” His ‘t’s are more pronounced when gets upset, and honestly, you find it awfully adorable. “Chaos is un-pre-dictable.”

When you’re done with his left eye, you move on to the right. “You know, it’s not very fun to wake up and see my boyfriend has vanished without a word to shake up the streets of Gotham…” You trail off, not quite sure where you’re going with this. You’re not angry. You weren’t even planning on saying anything about it. But sitting in front of J, in this quiet, sacred space, you felt the need to say something. To get it off your chest. 

His eyes blink open. “Should I, ah, leave a voicemail next time?” He’s joking about it, trying to defuse the tension, but that makes you even more upset. “Send a letter?”

You drop your hand, frowning. “J, I’m being serious. You worry me.”

“You know I’ll be fine.”

“No, I don’t.” Your words have a bite to them. Because you don’t know if he’ll be okay. Joker is afraid of nothing, and you’re scared one day this will be the death of him. You’re not expecting Joker to ever fully settle into domestic life, to be the prized boyfriend a younger you may have wanted. You like the wild, chaotic relationship you have with Joker. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t scare you. “What if one day you go out, never tell me, and I lose you and don’t even get to say goodbye?” Your voice cracks. Shit. You wipe your eyes. You weren’t expecting to cry.

At the sight of your tears, Joker softens, his shoulders deflating. He reaches up and grabs your face, his palms gently settling on your cheeks. “Hey, uh, don’t cry doll, I didn’t mean to joke. You know I can’t help myself.” He shifts awkwardly. As ever, he is still clumsy at dealing with your emotions, and if it were any other time you may have laughed. “That stupid Bat isn’t gonna get me, neither are any of those Gotham crooks, come on, darlin.”

“Just because you’re scared of nothing doesn’t mean I’m the same.” You sniff. “I’m scared of losing you, J. And here you are, vanishing in the early mornings before I even get the chance to know.”

Joker isn’t exactly empathetic. He doesn’t deal with emotions in the same way you do. You cry, he blows things up and fights fellow criminals. He tries not to feel things. But you’ve certainly softened him, allowed him to feel more than he has before. You can tell it scares him. He’s trying though. Really damn hard. “Aw, well, doll, next time I make my way out for a, ah, night on the town, I can let you know beforehand.” He smiles, leaning in closer. “You shouldn’t worry about me.”

“But I do.”

“I know, it’s upsettin’.” Before you can even react to his words, he continues. “I don’t mean as in I’m angry, but I don’t like knowin’ that every little thing I do is gonna worry you.” Joker was not the best with words either, but you can tell what he was getting at. He wasn’t gonna say it, but you being upset over him made him upset for you. He didn’t like seeing you upset. His version of sympathy, you suppose. “I know I seem reckless, but I really have been tryin’ to be careful ever since you came along.”

Careful was not a word you would use to describe Joker, but you didn’t think he was lying. Had he really been trying to be more careful? Just for you? “Really?”

“Really, doll. I won’t go dyin’ on you anytime soon. If I was gone, other people could have you all to themselves, and I won’t let that happen.”

You roll your eyes, biting back a smile. “So greedy.”

“Only when it comes to what’s mine.” His hands drop, but he lets one finger trace along your lips. “Stop the frownin’, doll, you look so serious.”

The Joker was unlike anyone else. He would not say he was sorry, or that he loved you, because those words meant very little to him. Joker was all action. He may have made you upset over his disappearing habits, but now that you brought it up, you knew he would start trying to be better at it. Frankly, you were glad he didn’t apologize. The words would mean very little to you either. You needed to see him actually do something about it, and you were confident he would. “J…” You lean in and kiss him, smiling against his lips. “You’re really hard to stay mad at, you know.”

He smiles back at you. “I, uh, believe you need to finish up my makeup.”

“Oh, right! Well, I was just about done with your eye makeup. Gotta work on your smile.” You take the red greasepaint, putting some on your fingers and tenderly swiping it across his smile, starting at the tip of his left scar and moving towards the other end. “Beautiful. I think I just might have to start doing your makeup more often.”

Joker grunts, getting up and looking at himself in the mirror above the sink. He leans in real close, analyzing every little detail as if he’s some critic. You can’t help but laugh. “Mmmm, you did do a pretty good job, dollface. There’s only one person this makeup would look better on, though.”

“Who?”

He spins around and grabs you, and you squeal as he lifts you into his arms. “You.” His mouth lands on yours hard, and you wrap your arms around him, desperately clinging on. It’s a messy, desperate kiss that is sure to leave red paint all over you. 

Just what Joker wants.

[tiredmamaissy]

hey 👋

i think this is the longest i've been gone. i missed you all a lot. i've been writing this entire time, and wanted to finish the last (for now, it’s definitely not completed) two chapters of the ralak series before officially coming back. i didn't want to come back without some sort of peace offering (lol how could i come back empty handed?) and i don’t want to leave you guys hanging again, gotta give some sort of closure to this series!

i'm almost finished, but i felt like i needed to come on here and explain myself.

i've been really struggling with my mental lately. it's just been pretty bad, to be frank. and when i get like this, i find it extremely difficult to juggle all that life entails, and will typically neglect certain aspects of it just to get by. unfortunately, this, and my social life, have taken the biggest hit. i find it hard to keep in touch regularly with friends, and i end up just retreating into my shell. motivation becomes little, or nothing at all.

i don't want to go into too much detail, but i've found myself between a rock and a hard place. i don't feel like i have many options in my current situation. i feel trapped. i suppose i've felt this way for the past few years, but it's just been pretty bad recently. issy has been an escape for me. i created a ‘new’ identity, one that i could unapologetically be myself. no face to the name type of thing. i fell in love with pandora, yearning to go there. and suddenly, my ideal world--my ideal everything was at my fingertips.

when i first started, the feeling of regaining my identity after so many years was exhilarating. i put many, many things on the back burner to immerse myself into this feeling and this world. quicker meals, shorter showers, later bedtimes. i did any and everything to dedicate as much time as i could muster up to hold onto this new identity. i could feel myself becoming happier, slipping back into who i was before i lost her.

but life just happens. you know? it continued, and it did so ten-fold. it was one thing after the next, and soon my plate was so full that i had to take something off of it. i guess i'm used to choosing myself to neglect first, so i told myself i'd put this off until i could get through this and then come back. so i did, and i came back. then life happened again. so i left, and came back.

but this time around life hit me hard. i felt like i was playing a game on the hardest difficulty, with a half a life, no pauses, and no way to exit safely. i'm still playing that game, but i've realised that i should really try to make the most of it. so i've been writing in what time i have. it's been one of my biggest escapes and it makes me happy that i can share it, and see that others enjoy what my silly brain comes up with.

i'm ready to come back, but i'm honestly still really overwhelmed with life. i really, really don't want to disappoint anyone…and i can't promise that i won't leave again anytime soon. i never want to leave. and honestly, i don't think i'll ever really leave for good. i will forever love avatar, and all that it’s done for me for the past 14 years. i guess i’m just trying to say… thank you all for your patience and love.

okidoki, let me stop here while i can lol.

ill be posting the chapters as soon as i'm done with them, ofc. i love you guys!! i’m heading to bed and will try to clear out my inbox and dm’s asap

-issy 💜

[mr-yuugo]

Maybe Next Time

-[Lilia Vanrouge x Reader [Gender Neutral]-

Words: 1,204

Summary: Lilia wishes to spend more time with you. You without a fail always tell him, "Maybe next time."

I also posted this on AO3 and Wattpad!

You and Lilia had different paths that would most likely end up meeting in the end. Being warriors for a never-ending war only leads to two things, blood or peace.

As for the general deep crimson enveloped his vision. Your final moments loomed over you as your wounds only got more dangerous. You couldn't quite see or smell anything in particular.

Your senses were blurred by the tears that fell onto your face. When he was finally able to get you to safety time seemed to slow down for you. You rested on something soft, the familiar feeling of a bed touching your back.

You felt someone take your hand in their palm. The feeling of a shooting arrow impaling your chest surrounded you as you heard him cry. He cried out for you as you could only furrow your brow, in an attempt to get rid of the pain of the other faes treating your wounds.

You heard him mutter nonsense. You closed your eyes. Your past actions flash through your mind.

"Come closer, let me be with you at least for tonight..." You remembered him telling you. "I can't Lilia, you know I can't."

"Well at least for tonight yeah? I'm not sure I'll be able to see you anytime soon after tonight. So please?"

"I'm sorry but maybe next time?"

Lilia, he was always there when you needed him. You were sad that you wouldn't be able to be there for him anymore. Tears fell from your eyes as you opened your eyes to look at him.

The nurses treating you were trying to get him to leave. You were so incredibly hopeless. You could barely move your body, truth be told if you were anything else but a fae you would most likely be dead already.

Your father was human but luckily for you, you were able to get most of your mother's genes. Your slow aging and strong body allowed you to be someone that the queen could rely on.

You regret a lot of things in your life, for instance not being better at certain things. Obviously, if you had been the strongest amongst the people that you were fighting maybe you wouldn't be like this.

Lilia reached for you as you didn't dare move from your spot on the bed. The irritated nurse demanded for him to leave once more as Lilia began to slowly leave the medical tent.

He turned to look at you once more as he saw your hurt smile. "I'm sorry but maybe next time, Lilia?"

...

Lilia was often left alone with his thoughts. Now that time had passed he was to start a new school year while accompanying Malleus. Silver who was Lilia's son would be officially joining them soon.

He would often think of you. Trying his best to remember how you looked like, down to the last detail. The way you spoke, the way you acted. He would replay it in his head.

Especially the moment when he last spoke to you.

He shook his head to get rid of the dark thoughts swarming through his head. He had missed most of the orientation as once again no one had told Malleus and he had to go himself to try to find him.

Ultimately he couldn't find him anywhere. Lilia had decided to just go ahead himself and see to it that he took the freshmen to the dorm.

He let out a sigh of relief when he realized he still hadn't missed his son's turn to go up to the dark mirror. He walked through the middle of the two sections of seats to go to the front to be able to sit with the other vice house wardens.

As he walked he felt a slight shiver, he walked with diligence as his eyes quickly scanned the room. "Nothing..." He thought to himself. The person that had just been sorted into dismonia walked on the same path he was in. The hood covered your face as you went to sit on your seat.

You began to whisper at the person next to you telling them how nerve-racking being in front of everyone was. Lilia's breath hitched, he was certainly not expecting that. That sounded...well...like you. He had arrived at the row at the front where he would be sitting with a dumbfounded look on his face.

The orientation ended without any problems. The other house wardens began leaving as they took their respective groups back to their dorms.

...

The sun had set and mostly everyone was back at their respective dorm. The moon lit up the sky as Lilia moved from pillar to pillar. It was almost impossible to get you to be alone with him.

For some odd reason, he could never find you, or when he did something was covering his view of your face. it was almost like someone was playing tricks on him. "No fair...that's my job!"

Finally, he was able to corner you as he saw you walk into one of the club rooms. "Photography club..." Lilia read in his mind.

Lilia teleported himself in front of the door. He looked through the glass and there you were scanning through a file holder as you put away some of the photos you had taken that day.

His heart thumped rapidly in his chest as he quietly opened the door, sneakily entering the room without you noticing. Lilia planned to surprise you when you turned around from your spot in front of the file cabinet. He was hanging upside down from the ceiling like a bat.

He heard you hum in joy. "Finally finished organizing." You spoke to yourself. Lilia smiled widely, he always did love hearing you speak. He was anxious as he waited for you to turn around. When you finally did your eyes widened. He expected you to scream but you didn't.

"Okay...maybe that's not them, I remember them screaming at the littlest things." He thought to himself as he frowned.

He saw your hand extend at lightning speed. A slapping sound echoed throughout the room as Lilia was once again left dumbfounded.

"Ahhhh!" You yelled as you booked it out of the room. Lilia dropped down to the floor, landing smoothly feet first. "Delayed reaction...okay yeah it's them." He smiled brightly as he ran after you, able to catch up in no time.

"Hey!" He called out to you as your vision was filled with sparks of green. He had teleported right in front of you. "Augh! Lilia stop playing tricks on me!" You told him angrily.

He was surprised, "You know my name?" He asked you in confusion. You raised your brow. "Yeah, you are my vice house warden how could I not?" Your answer left him disappointed. Almost hurt as he wished you remembered him.

"Well, why don't we play a bit more? Just for tonight, I promise!" You tilted your head, thinking of a response to give him. You let a sigh slip past your lips before you gave him a smile. His heart ached as he heard the dreadful words you always used to tell him.

"I'm sorry but maybe next time?"

[roosterbruiser]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐈𝐭

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤!

He goes peacefully.

It's the middle of a sunny afternoon and your mother calls you into the bedroom with a calmness that makes your toes curl. You know as soon as you hear her voice. You know.

Your sister is crying. You're not.

He's still breathing when all of you crawl into bed with him, when all of you hold onto him. He hasn't been awake in a couple days and he isn't awake when you lay your head on his chest.

It's surreal; you feel like you're in a dream. Everything feels fuzzy, like your brain is lined in precious cotton. Your mother strokes his hair and you listen to the slow beats of his heart. Your sister is still crying. But you have never been able to cry in front of your father--you're not going to start now, even if his eyes are closed.

The sun warms the cashmere blankets he's covered in and makes your cheeks pink.

"We're here, Tom," your mom keeps saying tearfully.

"Don't go, daddy," your sister keeps weeping. Her breath reeks of pinot.

But in your heart, the one that has been modeled after your father's, you know that isn't what he needs to hear. You know he doesn't need to be begged to stay or reminded that his women are with him. You know that and your mom and sister don't.

So you raise your head, look at his face that is slacked with peace. And you raise your lips to his ear, which you somehow just know is still hearing, and rest your forehead against his temple. He's still warm; he smells like leather.

You whisper very softly to him, "It's okay, dad. I'm ready. Fuck it."

That's when he lets go.

It's a blur after that.

You are certain you're in some sort of fugue state, certain that this is all a bad dream. You keep thinking you're going to shoot up in bed and be seven-years-old again. You keep thinking that your dad is going to come into your dark room and squeeze himself in your little princess bed and hold you tight. You keep thinking that none of this is real and you'll be able to start over--just as soon as you wake up.

Somehow, the afternoon passes. You're not sure where you are or who's around you. Your family, extended and extended-extended, are all fluttering around to get things in place. Someone keeps putting a warm mug in your hands and someone else has shrugged a cardigan over your shoulders. But other than that, you're just sitting at the kitchen table, unblinking.

You're heartbroken, really. Of course you are. Your father was your world. He was the best person you ever met. He made you brave and he kept you strong and he never yelled. And now that he's gone, even if it's only been for a few hours, you can't remember what you were doing before. Not just before your mom called you in the bedroom (you had been reading a book on the porch), but before he was sick. What was life like when he was here and everything was good and you could pad into his bedroom anytime and tell him your qualms?

You can't remember.

And that is what breaks you.

That is what makes you reach for your phone and keys. Honestly, you shouldn't drive. You know that. You do. But everyone is so caught up in grief and funeral planning that they don't stop you. You don't even really remember driving over to Jake's, certainly don't remember walking up the concrete steps. You don't remember knocking or waiting.

But you come screaming back into your body when he answers the door.

He's standing there in his service khakis, his hair gelled nicely, his boots still laced on his feet. His green eyes are glimmering in the early-evening sun and his brows are blanched and his lips are frowning. He heard on base--he'd been calling you all afternoon and was just about ready to head over to your house if you didn't answer.

Here you are, standing on his porch. You're wearing a sundress and a cardigan and no shoes. Your hair is messy like you've been laying down and your eyes are rimmed with red. Your lips are bitten and swollen and pink has bloomed all across your chest and throat. It makes Jake ache all over to see you like this--to see you so utterly and completely broken.

You, the hardheaded pilot that does everything by the books and tried to get into a brawl with him on the tarmac a couple months ago.

You, the girl who ripped the shower curtain open and sized Jake up while soaking wet and butt naked--and who'd actually frightened him.

You, the girl that had taken to inviting Jake to everything he wasn't previously invited to before--bowling, barbecues, bonfires, movie nights, pizza joints, mini golf.

You, the girl who'd tenderly asked Jake to fuck her, who'd keened at his touch and come undone over and over again. You trust him so completely, so totally.

You, the girl that has ended up sleeping in his bed almost every single night. The one who presses her cold feet against his calves and hogs all the blankets. The one who wakes him up as soon as the sun is up because we're wasting the day away, Jakey!

And now you're looking up at him like a realization has dawned on you, like you've just stepped out of some alternate dimension and reality is settling in. Your lower lip is trembling and your eyes are filling with tears and you're beginning to whimper.

"Wisty," he whispers to you very softly, reaching out to wrap you in his arms. You collapse into his chest, knees nearly buckling under all this grief that's sitting on your chest. You hold onto him like he's the only thing keeping you on earth--and he kind of is. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

Jake has always been someone that is uncomfortable around crying people. He's had almost comical responses to upset in the past. His mom still talks about when his sister broke her arm and he asked her if she wanted to thumb wrestle in the car on the way to the hospital. He saw his father cry once and all he could do was ask his father if he wanted another scotch; Jake was only 12.

But there is something in his bones that knows what to do and say to you as you break down in his arms. There is not an ounce of discomfort in his being as he wraps you up, as you wet his shirt with tears and snots and residual makeup. He relishes in being able to hold you and feels deep down in his chest that this is a privilege. As upset as you are, as difficult as these next few months are going to be, he feels elated that you have put your trust into his hands. His.

And you're sobbing so hard that it's making your skull ache. You are getting snot and spit and tears all over his pressed khaki and you can't stop hiccuping, but you're not embarrassed. This is the most comfortable you've grieved since your father's death. It's the most held you've felt by anyone since the day your father held you and told you his life's philosophy: fuck it.

"Fuck this," you nearly yell into his chest, balling his uniform in your hands. "This fucking hurts, Jake."

Jake nods, lowering the both of you carefully until he's sitting on his concrete porch and you're heaped up in his arms. It matters not that anyone could see the two of you or that anyone could hear you. You don't care and neither does he. But he makes sure to hold the hem of your dress against your thighs to protect your decency.

"I know it does," he whispers to you, pressing his lips to your forehead as you mercilessly weep. "I wish I could make it stop."

It's something that anyone could say, really. But when he says it to you, you believe him totally and completely. He would make it stop if he could.

Him and his solid body and his steady breaths and his warmth are already doing their part in the matter, helping to ease you into an upset lull.

"Fuck this," you mutter again.

He strokes your hair gently, hoping the dying sun is enough to keep you warm as he holds you against his chest.

"Fuck this," he agrees.

Jake is somewhat of an unwavering force in the weeks that follow.

He comes to your family's house with flowers and muffins and makes everyone a fresh pot of coffee. He passes out kleenexes and subtly cuts your sister off after her third glass. He dons his black Navy dress and stands beside you at the funeral. He holds your hand and salutes your father. He buys your family dinner that night and insists that it's his treat.

He sleeps with you each night you ask him to. He lets you cry as much as you want and never makes you feel bad about it. He washes your hair when you're too tired to do it yourself and helps clip your fingernails.

He takes notes for you during trainings because even though you're on leave, he knows you don't want to be left out of the loop. He keeps his ringer on at all times when he isn't with you, even if it's just a grocery store trip.

Your mom comes to love him, as does your sister. He's there when the rest of your family eventually trickles off in the days after your father's death. He cooks and brings good wine and always suggests dessert. He takes your mom to church on her first Sunday without your father and helps your sister buy a plane ticket home, even drives her to the airport.

He makes love to you very gently. You kiss his shoulders while he languidly strokes your clit and whispers your name. He sinks into you carefully, holds you close. He lets you set the pace. He lets your nails dig into his back. He rests his head on your breasts and breathes you in as he's buried to the hilt in your precious body.

It's a month and a half later that you find yourself here at The Hard Deck, standing around the pool table with your squadron, holding a glass of ginger-ale in your hands.

It's been good tonight--better than you thought it would be. It's good to see everyone's faces again. They're busy people, but they've stopped in here and there to bring you a book or a bouquet of flowers or a coffee. But to see everyone in the golden glow of The Hard Deck, a frosty beer clutched in their hands, acting like the world has not stopped turning at all has been something of a relief for you.

You've been here for a few hours now. It's good to be out of the house and doing something normal, even if it makes your throat hurt every time you see a man in uniform wander into the bar.

Jake checks in on you every half hour, ducking to whisper in your ear, "Say the word and we'll blow this popsicle stand." And each time, you smile and tell him that you're okay. And you are--right now, you're okay.

After watching Jake destroy Coyote in another round of darts, you end up by the pool table, leaning against the pillar.

"Look, I know you've had a lot going on," Rooster starts, bumping you softly when you give him a weak smile. He points to Jake, who's sitting beside you with his arm slung across your shoulders. "But it's time you come clean about the whole timeline of this...relationship?"

"Relationship," Jake confirms, thumping Rooster on the shoulder. "Ass."

Rooster laughs--Jake knows he's only chiding. And Rooster also knows that he can reference what's been going on in your life because he's lived it; twice.

You take a sip of your drink, shrugging. For a moment, you watch as Phoenix sinks three balls in pool, which encourages a deep-rooted shame in Payback and Fanboy as they watch on.

"I guess it's been almost five months now," you tell Rooster with a small and tired smile. That's one side effect of grief that you weren't accounting for--you're tired all the damn time. "Well, five months since we..."

Rooster's eyes widen. He takes a swig of beer and smacks his lips.

"Right," he says. He leans in a bit closer now, taking a look behind him before he continues. His golden skin is gleaming beneath the lights and he's smiling that shit-eating smile at you. It makes you feel better in a strange way--just to see him acting so normal with you. "Please don't tell Payback that."

Jake sighs. He knows why, but he asks anyway.

"How much did you bet?"

Rooster tries to act offended by Jake asking but then drops the act when you start to laugh.

"More than I care to admit," Rooster answers. He looks at you again. "C'mon, Wisteria. You and I go way back! Keep a secret with an old pal, will you?"

You just nod, smiling again.

"Scout's honor," you tell him.

"And just so you know, I have about a million more questions about--" Rooster gestures to you and Jake with a tight smile on his lips, "this. But out of my deep respect for you and your grief, I will refrain from asking. For about the next seven to nine business days. Then I'll be asking all of them."

"Such a gentleman," Jake laughs dryly.

Rooster nods.

"Didn't know gentlemen made bets," you quip, eyebrow perched.

That is the exact moment that Bob falls in beside you, bumping you in a friendly way. He hands you a new glass of ginger ale and then crosses his arms with a small smile.

"Was Rooster telling you about his bet with Payback?" Bob asks nonchalantly.

"Bob--you know?" Rooster asks incredulously.

Bob just nods, eyebrows furrowed.

"I was there when you made it," Bob answers.

Rooster stiffens.

"Right. I remember that now," Rooster says. "Yeah, okay--it's all coming back to me now, Bob. You were there!"

Then everyone's laughing and Rooster is flustered and you can't help it--you're laughing, too. It feels like it's been a very, very long time since you've laughed. The sound is almost unfamiliar, but it feels good bubbling out of your throat and into the air around you.

Jake holds onto you, peering down at your face that is awash with glee suddenly. He knows he's been doing his best to make you happy, he knows that you've been relishing in his company, and he doesn't expect you to suddenly be okay with everything that happened. He doesn't expect for you to just wake up and feel fine one day. But to see that sweet face of yours, the one he's painfully and certainly in love with now, smiling and pink makes his heart hurt in the best way possible.

"Hey," Jake whispers to you, breaking you out of the banter that's begun in the squadron now. You look up at him, a smile still softly adorning your lips. It's tentative but it's there. "Wanna dance?"

You swallow hard. You look around the bar--it's crowded tonight, including every member of the squadron. You want to say no--really, you do. But when you see that pleading glimmer in his eyes and that lump in his throat and that smile tugging at his lips and you're saying it before you even realize.

"Of course."

You were expecting him to tug you over to the jukebox, expecting him to clear the floor so the two of you could dance. But he knows you better than that--he knows you don't want everyone in the bar to watch the two of you, especially not tonight. He knows you're still fragile, he knows that this is all still something you're easing back into.

So when he leads you to the parking lot, the one that is jam-packed with cars but entirely void of human life, you feel a weight lift from your shoulders.

Sand crunches under your shoes and the clinking glasses and voices inside are muted in the quiet out here--all you can hear is the crashing waves in the distance.

"Did you rent the place out just for us?" You tease.

He grins at you, his face aglow in the light of the white-rice moon.

"Of course I did," he tells you. "Just for you."

He wrangles a pair of wired headphones from his center console and meets you on the patio, where it is just as quiet and not as bright. And he plugs them into his phone, giving one bud to you and taking the other.

Flowers in December by Mazzy Star is playing. It's loud enough that you can't hear anything other than the waves and the song now--it's drowned everything else out.

Jake holds you close, your chest against his and his leg slotted between yours. He holds your hands in his, keeps you against him with a capable palm flat against your lower back.

You're giggling a little bit, especially when you two fumble as soon as you start to turn. He laughs, too, but kisses you gently. And then the two of you dance in the moonlight very near the beach with all your friends just inside.

There are places in your chest that still feel hollow without your father here. Sometimes you still feel like you're dreaming. Other times you wish that you were dreaming so you could wake up as a little girl and read the newspaper on your dad's lap once more, sticky with syrup and bright-eyed.

But when you rest your cheek on his chest, when you hear the steady beats of his heart and feel him humming along to the song, that hollowness lessens. It doesn't fill it all the way, no, but it's a start.

It's a start.

They say every man goes blind in his heart / And they say everybody steals somebody's heart away / And I've got nothing more to say about it

Jake feels like the luckiest fucking bastard in San Diego to be holding you right now. It's been so easy to fall in love with you, something that almost happened on accident. But he's here and it's happening and he feels like he's about to burst with all of this love and affection in his body.

"Jake," you whisper softly.

His eyes flutter shut. He loves the way his name rolls off your tongue.

"Hm, baby?" He whispers.

The two of you are still dancing, he's still holding you close, you're still resting your cheek against his chest.

"Are we in love?"

It's something you've been wanting to ask for a while now. The first time you wondered it was, of course, at your father's side. And then you wondered it again whenever Jake took you on an aimless drive through the hills just because you were feeling restless. You wondered again whenever he handed you a thick stack of handwritten notes he's been keeping for you. Then you wondered it again when you looked through the notes and found little personal notes in the margins; little I wish you were here's and Maverick is so little today and do you think Bob and Phoenix have ever kissed and what perfume do you use? Gonna start spraying it on your seat because I'm depraved. You're wondering it again right now, resting against his body, knowing with your entire heart that he brought you outside because he knows how little you want to dance in front of that crowded bar.

Jake presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his heart in his throat. He inhales your shampoo and lets his lips linger there. And then he nods because he doesn't trust his own voice. But you feel it--you know.

So you tilt your face towards him, eyes glazed in tears, and cup his stubbled cheek. He's looking at you with all the tenderness in his being, letting that love wash over him freely, letting himself get lost in the glass of your eyes.

"I love you," you choke.

And you thought this would be scary, looking someone in the face and giving them your entire heart. But you're not scared. You're not even a little scared.

"I love you so much," Jake tells you softly, fluttering kisses against your cheeks and your nose. He basks in the glow of your love, holding you tighter. "So, so much."

You two hold each other tight, pressing your lips against each other's. The kiss is sweet and long, something you have always wanted in a kiss. It's more than a promise, something that resembles an oath: everything's going to be okay.

When he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours, he's grinning. He strokes your cheek, lets a teardrop wet his thumb before he kisses your nose again.

"Guess I've gotta take you on a real date now, huh?"

The two of you laugh--it echoes across the beach.

And because the two of you are in your own universe now, you don't notice that the squadron has gathered around the windows. They're all watching with their arms crossed, smirking or holding their hands to their hearts.

"He's done-for," Coyote says with a fond shake of his head.

"Oh, totally," Fanboy agrees.

"Hey, Payback?" Rooster calls, grinning when Payback raises his brows at Rooster. "When do you think they'll tell Mav?"

"Tell me what?" Maverick suddenly asks, appearing behind the squadron with a handful of beer bottles.

Bob nods at maverick, taking one of the beer bottles, relishing in the shocked expression on Rooster's face right now.

"Nothing," Rooster says quickly. "What are you talking about?"

Maverick furrows his brows.

"What? I heard you say--!"

Rooster laughs aloud, loud enough to cut Maverick off completely.

"Good one," Rooster says. Then he turns to Phoenix, who's biting her lip hard. "Rematch?" He nods to the pool table.

When Rooster leaves with Phoenix at his side, blushing and sighing in relief that he didn't give your relationship with Jake away, Maverick steps beside Bob with a sigh.

"What's he being so weird about?" Maverick asks.

Bob takes another drink of beer and smiles at Maverick.

"Wisteria and Hangman," Bob answers.

Maverick raises his brows. "What? That they're together? Hangman told me last month."

Bob shrugs.

"What Rooster doesn't know won't hurt your pockets," Bob answers.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭: 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟

RIP Ice but we all knew it was coming, right?? I promise I'm not evil!! I tried to give you as much fluff and humor at the end of it!! I promise I don't want you guys to suffer!!!

they will be going on a date next chapter and it will be SMUTTY!!! I promise!!! thank you guys so much AGAIN for all the support on his chapter. it's been an honor putting it out for you guys!!

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[writingforstraykids]

Sweet disaster

Pairing: Chanlix x femReader

Word Count: 1080

Summary: Noticing Chan's current discomfort and stress level, you decide to prepare some brownies. There's only one problem; you suck at baking.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, baking, domestic shit, cuddles, softboy!channie

A/N: Love you 💕@miuracha

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan has been really stressed lately with the upcoming comeback. Felix was as well, but Chan always got a different type of stressed out as their leader. So you thought you'd surprise him with brownies. The only problem is, you're not exactly naturally talented in the kitchen like your friend Minho or know your way around the kitchen like your boyfriends. After getting Felix's recipe and all the ingredients you stood still for a moment, feeling nervous to mess this up. 

You start out slow, weighing some of the ingredients and getting closer to a mental breakdown with every gram that's too much or too little in your various bowls. 

Felix comes downstairs from his shower and frowns softly, seeing you. "And what is that supposed to be?" 

You look up, blushing a little with embarrassment. "I'm trying to surprise Channie."

"Did I miss something?" Felix asks, shocked. It isn't his birthday; their anniversary is in two months. 

"No, relax," you giggle and eye the cartoon of eggs suspiciously. "He just looked like he'd pass out soon or start crying, and at this point, I don't know what I'd prefer to let him have a break." 

"Oh," Felix nods and comes over, sitting down at the kitchen island. "And you're making brownies?" he asks after scanning all the bowls and packages on the table. 

You grab an egg and push your fingers against it. "Yeah, I'm trying." 

Felix watches you, stunned. "No, baby, that's not -" The egg breaks into two, running down your fingers and onto the table. 

It's your final straw, and tears shoot to your eyes, frustration settling in your body. "Fuck this, I'm useless at that." 

"No, no, no," Felix quickly chimes in and gets up. He gently guides you to the sink and washes your hands. "It's your first time doing this, of course, things go wrong." 

"Yeah, but I don't want him to eat some fucked cake," you pout as he dries your hands with a towel. 

Felix gently cups your face and kisses your forehead. "Let me help you, okay? We'll do it together." 

"Okay," you nod and smile as he brushes your hair back. Your boyfriend steps behind you, braiding your hair for you quickly so it won't be in the way. He guides you back to the table and orientates himself quickly in your mess. 

"Alright, so we start with this," he says, leading you through the process step by step. He shows you how to mix ingredients together, telling you why a certain order is important. 

You put it into the oven after a while and beam at him. "Thank you, Lix," you smile. 

"Anytime, baby," he smiles right back at you, eyes sparkling with joy. "Okay, now let's clean up in the meantime." 

You two are done just in time when the keys to your front door turn. Chan steps inside, the hood of his sweater on his head, and sets down his backpack tiredly. He freezes for a moment, picking up on the sweet scent floating through the apartment. "Felix?" he calls out, making his way into the apartment. "Did you make brownies?" he asks, the thought alone putting a tired smile on his face. 

"No," Felix shakes his head from his place on the sofa and looks over at you, who's getting some drinks from the kitchen. "Y/nnie did." 

"Wait, really?" he asks, surprised, and you nod shyly. "Aw baby, how did it go?" 

"Lix helped me out, obviously," you chuckle. "I still have to learn a lot." 

"You did great, baby," Felix shakes his head. Chan gives Felix a soft kiss as a greeting. Felix notices how he slightly contorts his face, bending down to meet his lips. "Once you said hi to our girl, you come right back here and let me take care of your neck and back.". 

Chan laughs and nods gently. "I'll need that," he says before making his way over to you. "Hi, baby girl," he smiles softly. 

"Hey, Channie," you smile and lower your gaze shyly. "I uhm I thought I'd make you some because you looked exhausted this morning." 

Chan's heart is about to burst hearing that, and he pulls you into a tight hug so you won't see the tears brimming in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispers, burying his face in your shoulder. 

You gently pull back the hood of his sweater and run your fingers through his untamed curls. "Lix and I are very proud of you for working so hard," you tell him, and Chan squeezes you gently. 

He's about to answer when Felix steps behind him and wraps his arm around the two of you. "We love you so much, Channie," he says, kissing his neck. 

"I love you too," Chan tells you quietly. 

"Now go and let Felix take care of you, okay?" you say, gently patting his back. You carefully take the brownies from the oven, and after letting it cool down for a bit, you cut a few pieces, knowing how much your boys loved practically burning their mouths to eat them still warm. 

Chan bites back a groan as Felix works on a very tense spot in the back of his neck and squeezes his eyes shut. He knows he needs this, but still, it hurts. His eyes flutter open as your hand slips into his, and he flashes you a tired smile. 

"Wanna try?" you ask, holding up a plate. 

"Lix, hang on for a moment," Chan says, and Felix stops, gently rubbing his arms. "You want some as well?" 

"Of course, I wanna know how our girl did," he nods eagerly, making you giggle. 

You try a bite yourself as they do and nod to yourself. This wasn't too bad. 

"This is amazing," Felix compliments you with a sweet smile. 

Chan leans forward and cups your face, kissing you lovingly. "That's exactly what I needed today." 

"I thought you might," you smile gently. You continue feeding him small bites as Felix finishes his massage, and Chan looks positively tired out. "You want to take a nap?" 

Chan nods gently. "Can you two join?" 

Felix giggles and pats his side. "Of course we can." 

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Only a little later, you're all cuddled up with Chan in the middle. He's falling asleep soon, and you allow yourself to rest a bit as well when you notice Felix drifting off slowly. Sometimes, cuddles and a good nap are all your boys need.

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Maleficia: *has arrived to Night Raven College after receiving Lilia's message* *looking at MC*

Malleus: What do you think, grandmother?

Maleficia: ...

Maleficia: *smiles* Beautiful. I've never thought anyone would look great in my crown until I've seen them.

Lilia: This is not the time for that, Maleficia. What is wrong with our human?

Maleficia: They are under a spell, that's all. Quite a rigorous one. It's been a while since someone has been subjected to it. Or should I say that this is the first?

Malleus: What?

Maleficia: *chuckles* Faes, mermaids, humans... One would do everything just to be with someone they love. They would do the unthinkable. And that's what is happening right now.

Maleficia: *turning her head at the kids*

Maleficia: You two are not from the future. Who are you?

Baby bean and Dumpling: ...

Malleus: They are my children with the child of man, grandmother—

Maleficia: No. I'm certain. Though I sense no ill intent from these children, but their presence is quite... questionable.

Dumpling: We're Mama's children!

Baby bean: Sister...

Maleficia: You, young man. *referring to Baby bean* You could be honest with us.

Maleficia: Who are you?

Baby bean: ...

Baby bean: We're... Mama's children in their dreams.

Baby bean: They raised us in the dream world.

Dumpling: Don't tell her that!

Baby bean: But I have to!

Malleus: ...

Malleus: How did you two arrive here if you were born from dreams?

Baby bean: Mama said they will turn everything into a reality... We just need to wait.

Maleficia: *smiles* What a clever human. *looking back at MC*

Maleficia: They will wake up in a few days, however, there's a big problem you need to resolve as soon as possible.

Malleus: What is it?

Maleficia: This human has to be back in their own timeline before they wake up. Or else, these children will disappear.

Malleus: *wasn't happy with his meeting with Vil, Leona, and Kalim*

Malleus: I'm afraid the celebration has to be postponed. But don't worry, my queen. I'll make sure that everyone will know that you have come back.

MC: ...

MC: Malleus?

Malleus: Yes, my queen?

MC: I have been observing you for a while. You look... exhausted. *touching his face*

MC: Don't tell me... Are you even sleeping?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *smiles* *holding their hand* *nods*

Malleus: Are you not going to ask about the current situation you're in?

MC: I'm guessing that you wouldn't be telling me anytime soon. So I will just figure it out myself.

Malleus: You can do so, my queen. Because it has been a mystery to me how you have fallen into a deep slumber. And for such a very, very long time.

MC: ...

MC: If I solve that mystery, will you send me back?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: I can't promise. And I hope that you will not consider going back.

Malleus: You are part of this world now.

MC: ...

Baby bean and Dumpling: *looking at MC*

Dumpling: *to her brother* You shouldn't have told everyone.

Baby bean: ...

Dumpling: If Mama realizes we are not from the future, we will not see them anymore. *starts crying*

Baby bean: But we only existed so Mama wouldn't be lost in the dream world.

Baby bean: And if Mama wakes up... Shouldn't we be happy?

Dumpling: ...

Dumpling: But I want us to be real.

Baby bean: ...

[halfmoth-halfman]

Leaving this blog.

With my mini-series finishing up soon, I've decided to leave this blog as well as my AO3 account once it’s finished. This is not a decision I've made lightly, but circumstances have left this a place where I no longer feel safe.

As of now, I won't be deactivating this blog and will be leaving my fics up for anyone who'd still like to read them. I can't say this decision won't change later, but right now I feel that I've put too much work into this blog to simple delete it.

Below the cut is an explanation of why I'm making this decision, and what has been happening on this blog since the end of last year. It's not required to read or anything to understand the gist of this post; it's simply for my own peace of mind knowing that I spoke up about it. There will be topics that are possibly triggering such as harassment, threats, and racism so please mind the warnings and tags.

The mini-series is queued to finish next week, but there will be no more fic polls or wip wednesdays. I'll still be on here to make sure the queue does its job, and maybe post some stuff from my old drafts as a last bit of fun.

I'll have dms tentatively open for the next two-ish weeks for those who'd like to follow my new account, however I will not be answering anything from empty blogs. After that, asks and dms will be turned off, and I won't be coming back to this blog very often, if at all.

I cannot say thank you enough to the wonderful readers I've had and the amazing people I've met. I don't think I would've ever continued writing without your support and friendship. There's nothing I can do to show my appreciation for all of you.

Maybe we'll see each other again. If not, I hope your inspiration is always flowing, and 2024 treats you kindly.

Mothie 💜

Again, TW: rape/death threats, violent racism, repeated harassment, and mental health.

Back in November, I started getting rude, mean-spirited anons. It wasn't anything I was too bothered with because it didn't happen often and, honestly, my inbox gets flooded for a week or so anytime I post about certain topics. I blocked, deleted, reported and moved on thinking whoever it was would get bored and leave.

However, what started as a few rude anons calling me a bitch or stupid turned into a lot of anons being vile and racist which only worsened over the next few months.

I spoke about it in this post (link) near the end of November. In that post, I mentioned that those were the nicer asks and that was not an exaggeration. I have gotten my fair share of shitty anons as seen here (link) when I had to take a break from my blog because of said anons, but I have never gotten the amount of vitriol that I saw in these asks.

When I turned anon off, I started getting even worse messages from empty blogs that would either be blocked or deactivate within a week. When I turned my askbox off, I started getting hateful DMs. When I turned DMs off, it jumped from Tumblr to my other social medias which I had to private, completely avoid, or outright delete.

I got messages attacking my writing, calling me slurs, threatening to find me and rape or kill me, sending me explicit porn and rape videos while insulting my sexuality, and going into gross detail about how much people I interacted with hated me or how I would never be as good as them. I tried to power through it, pretending everything was fine while I pulled away from this blog, from writing, from friends that I loved and talked to every day. Everything about this blog, the fandoms I enjoyed, the people I talked to, made me so anxious because of these constant messages.

I took several breaks while dealing with this in therapy, repeatedly trying to come back and get comfortable on this blog, but within a few days of coming back the messages would start up again, either here or on any of my social medias I tried to unprivate, and I couldn't deal with it.

Only in the last week or two has it started to slow down and stop on a few of my other socials, which is the only reason I even feel comfortable making this post. However, in regards to this blog and my feelings toward it, the damage is done.

I don't think I can ever truly convey how isolating this has been. So many of these messages were about how I've spoken about my struggles as a black woman in fandom, how much of a burden it puts on the people who interact with me, how inferior I am to them and that I am everything that's wrong with fandom.

I felt scared and anxious to talk to anyone about this, especially people mentioned in those messages, out of fear that this harassment would jump to them. There are friendships that I stepped away from that I will never get back because of that. There are friends that I've felt like I was betraying by never telling them about what was happening because I felt too ashamed about letting this get to me.

I constantly worried that making a post like this would feel like, "Oh, Mothie's whining and trauma-dumping into the void about fandom racism again", that those messages would be right and it would force people to feel like they had to support me. Or worse, that people would agree and it would only make things worse. I've wrestled with so much guilt trying to decide to make this post and figure out what to do to make me trust myself again.

Ultimately, I don't think I was wrong for talking about my issues in fandom, and I don't think anything I've said has warranted this kind of harassment. I don’t know the who’s or why’s behind of this, but I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never really know. Truthfully, I'm not sure it even matters at this point. In the end, I think moving on from this blog entirely would be the best thing for me right now.

But, man, does it fucking suck.

This was the blog where I felt comfortable enough to start writing again, to start posting my fics. It's the blog where I met so many friends, got the courage to join new communities, found new hobbies, new music, new things to enjoy in life. It feels silly to say about a blog, but this was a place where I felt like I was able to carve out a space for myself. I put so much work into making it my own, and now the only thing I feel about it is anxious.

Hate messages and threats and racism have always been a part of fandom, and the internet as a whole. I’ve known since I started participating in fandom spaces that it was going to and continue to happen. I've known that I had to have a tough skin, especially if I ever spoke up about problems I faced because no one was going to have my back if I didn't have my own. I thought I had learned how to deal with it, and how to make a safe space for myself. But this goes beyond that. I did not deserve this. No one deserves this.

In some ways, it feels like admitting defeat, like I'm weak or hypocritical for not being as strong as I pretended I was and leaving. In other ways, it feels freeing to start over, and I'm choosing to view look at this optimistically even if it bittersweet. I don't want to let this scare me away from writing or from speaking about things that are important to me. All I can do now is say I'm so incredibly sorry to those I've hurt by stepping away or keeping this secret, and make sure I'm able to at least leave this blog on as happy a note as I can have.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡-𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧~ ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Laito Sakamaki X afab!Reader

Trigger Warning: Underage

Synopsis: When a certain vampire decided to finally mark what's his.

Word Count: 1,723

"Bitch-chan~"

Laito teleported into the music room where he always plays the piano. Inside the room was a [s/c] girl around 16-years-old with [h/l] [h/c] hair. Her hair had an [f/c] highlight on the bottom of it. The redhead smirk when the sweet tune entered his ear as [Name] played the piano gracefully.

"What a beautiful melody, bitch-chan~" Laito walked over to you.

Stopping, you opened your eyes to meet with Laito's emerald ones. A smile gracing on your lips as you fixed yourself up."Laito-kun, I'm sorry I didn't notice you. You must have searched for me for my blood." You stood up. The redhead stopped in front of you, a hand on his hips as he wears his signature smile. You pulled your clothes a bit, exposing your neck freely for him to take. "Here."

Laito licked his lips at the sight. Without any hesitation, he snaked his arm around your waist and adjusted his face to your neck. Finally, he bit on it, drawing delicious blood that he loved sucking so much. You gave a slight moan as you felt yourself arouse by his touch, pink decorated your cheeks.

"Ufufu~ Bitch-chan is such a slut. A very dirty girl," he commented after pulling back. He looked at you with a blush on his cheeks and licked the blood from his lips.

Some blood kept coming from the holes that were made on your neck. You looked at him as you touched the injured part.

"You made me like this Laito-kun," you remarked. "You and your brothers forced me to become a masochist. Just like Yui."

"Aw... Don't be so mad, bitch-chan." Laito once again pulled you against him. He neared his face on your ear and whispered. "I only take your blood. You are only mine~"

"Only yours?" You gave a chuckle as he pulled back. "Ayato-kun said that a plenty of times to me before. I found it hard not making him mad when he witnesses the others drinking my blood."

Laito frowned at your remark. He removed his arms from your waist then locked eyes with you. He smiled suddenly, making you surprised. A very sadistic smile.

"I will make you mine, only mine."

With that said, Laito had teleported with you in his room. He placed you on the bed so harshly that you shriek in pain. You closed one eye and he climbed on top of you. You found yourself trembling under his gaze, the eyes that hold so much lust.

"L-Laito-kun... ugh!"

You shut your eyes close when he bit on your thighs, the pain made your muscles weak. You really hate it when he bit on your legs, the neck is acceptable, but on your legs, it is not. You found it rather hard to keep your balance when your legs are all wobbly and would give up anytime soon.

"It's your fault you are in this situation, bitch-chan," Laito smirked then licked the injury he made on your legs.

"How... is... this... my fault?" You heavily breathed, getting all weak and drowsy.

"You don't love me," the redhead pouted cutely, his hands massaging your weak legs.

"Laito-kun... I-I... I didn't say that..." you looked at him with a soft expression, smiling gently at him. He looked at you in confusion. "I... d-don't know why... but... I love you. I love you, and only you. I'm so sorry if I upset you, I really think I need this punishment."

Laito was speechless, he was surprised at your words as his hunter green eyes widened. His body stopped moving as a blush came onto his pale cheeks. He then licked your sweet cheeks and kissed it. You closed your eyes as your breathing relaxed.

"You should have said it sooner, [Name]-chan. You know how much I wanted you to notice me as what I am, not as a sadistic vampire that only wanted your blood." He then looked deeply into your [e/c] orbs. You opened your eyes in sudden shock when he called you by your name, locking eyes with him. Laito usually calls you bitch-chan as well as Yui, but now, he is a whole different person. "I love you [Name]-chan. And I wanted you to be mine~"

Hearing Laito's light chuckle, you smiled to yourself. "Take me."

Laito smirked as he removed the buttons of your school uniform. He then removed the ribbons from your shirt. A blush crept into his face after seeing a half naked [Name] in front of him. Laito licked his lips seductively.

"Ufufu~ your scent lingers longer in this room, [Name]-chan~ and it turns me on." Laito licked your collarbone as you gave off a pleasurable moan. He then bit on your collarbone and suck the sweet blood from your body.

Your breathing hitched when he drained the blood out of you. Your hands found its way to his red hair and played with his locks, unintentionally knocking off his fedora. Laito moved down from your collarbone to your cleavage, licking and teasing as you arched your back in pleasure.

"L-Laito-kun..." you moaned, feeling wet down there.

"You're such in hurry, [Name]-chan," the redhead chuckled, his breath vibrating into your skin.

Laito pulled away then looked down at you, your lips curved into a frown as your brows knitted together, hands still entangled in his hair. The look you are giving him pleads him to continue going further. Laito chuckled and understood what you want, he slowly unbuttoned your uniform until it finally revealed your breast. The air entered your revealed skin as you shivered under him. The vampire licked his lips as the blush stayed on his cheeks. He removed your clothes and tossed it across the room, revealing your body to him. Your face lit up as you noticed him kept staring at your body.

"L-L-Laito-kun... p-please stop staring at m-me..." you muttered while looking away.

He just chuckled. "But who wanted to look away from a beautiful body. Especially when she's still a virgin."

"Mou!" Your face turned another shade deeper. "Remove your clothes too, it's unfair."

Laito chuckled then obeyed your request. "Yes, yes, milady."

Laito then proceeds to remove his uniform. First is the hoodie long sleeves, then his tie, his button up shirt, pants, and lastly, his boxers. You sat upright and couldn't help but blush at the sight before you. Springing out of his body is his hardened erection. Once the cold wind brushed onto his body, Laito gave off a soft moan and arched his back, eyes closed. You bit your lips and tried so hard not to get aroused too much.

The redhead saw your expression and smirked. "Ufufu~ like what you see, [Name]-chan?"

You glanced at him and averted your gaze away, feeling your body heat up. You nodded slowly.

"Yes."

Laito chuckled then moved towards you. He laid your back down and positioned himself on your womanhood. Your eyes bulged when his hard member is positioned in front of your entrance.

"Don't worry, [Name]-chan. I'll go gentle on you~" Laito reassured.

Hearing this made you at ease, but you know that he won't let you go that easily. The next time you will be having sex with Laito, you know that there must be a consequence. You gulped then nodded, allowing him to continue.

"Ngh!" You shut your eyes tight when the pain surged in, clenching the fabric beneath you.

"Relax~" Laito whispered in your ear as he moved slowly into you.

You can't help but tear up because of the pain. Biting your lower lips to muffle the scream you're trying to suppress,  resulting to drawing out blood. Laito gritted his teeth and tried to control his lust, but seeing you in your current state makes him wanna pound right into you. He smashed his lips into yours, kissing you harshly and drinking your blood. Laito pace fastened minute by minute as your walls adjusted to his size. He stopped kissing you and thrusts faster and faster.

"L-Laito-kun~" you moaned out, feeling the pleasure replace the pain.

The redhead smirked and decided to go deeper.

You moaned out his name every time he hits your special spot.

"L-L-Laito-k-kun... Uh! Uh!" You moaned out once again when you felt the bottom of your stomach coiling.

Laito thrust harder and faster, getting close to climax as you were. Finally, the dam inside you exploded and screamed out his name. Laito, too, climaxed inside of you. You huffed, feeling all tired and drowsy. Laito smiled to himself and got his member out of you, his cum coming out of your entrance.

"I love you, Laito-kun." You hummed as he laid down beside you.

"I love you too, bitch-chan~" Laito pulled the covers beneath him and over the two of you. You snuggled close to him as both of you drifted to sleep.