#do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life

[luvoooenha]

Lucky charm!

Pairing- Boyfriend! Jake x Girlfriend! Y/N

Summary- Jake, the top soccer player at UNI, always relied on Y/N’s support—until a huge argument left him distracted before a big game. Without her in the stands, he struggled to play, missing shots and worrying his team. Realizing how much he needed her, a teammate called Y/N, who debated but ultimately showed up, looking her best. The moment Jake saw her, his focus returned, and he played like himself again. After the game, they made up, proving that Y/N was truly his lucky charm.

Warnings- FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF, anger, angst, arguments, happy couple… (jokes! Not really)

Word count- 1.8k

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“You don’t get it, Y/N!” Jake’s voice was sharp, frustration thick in every word.

“Then explain it to me, Jake! Because right now, it feels like I’m the only one trying.” Y/N’s arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her voice shaking between anger and hurt.

Jake let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You think I don’t care? That I don’t appreciate you?”

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Jake, I’ve been to every single game, every late-night practice, every stupid press conference where they ask you the same questions. And not once have I ever complained.” Her voice broke slightly, but she pushed on. “But the second I bring up how I feel, I’m the bad guy?”

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The look in her eyes—raw and filled with unshed tears—made his chest tighten.

“I can’t keep doing this if you don’t want me here, Jake.”

His stomach twisted. That wasn’t what he wanted at all. But his stupid pride got in the way, and instead of telling her the truth—that he needed her more than anything—he muttered, “Maybe it’s better that way.”

The second the words left his lips, he wanted to take them back.

Y/N’s face fell, her jaw tightening as she nodded slowly. “Okay.”

And just like that, she turned and walked away.

Jake stood frozen, watching her disappear into the night.

He had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

-

The silence between them was louder than anything Jake had ever experienced.

Y/N hadn’t texted. Hadn’t called. Hadn’t shown up to practice.

Jake told himself he was fine. That he could focus better without distractions. But when game day rolled around, it hit him like a freight train.

He jogged onto the field, scanning the stands on instinct. But the seat where she always sat—third row, left side, just behind the team bench—was empty.

His stomach clenched.

He tried to shake it off as the game started, but his body wouldn’t cooperate. His passes were off. His speed felt sluggish. Every shot he took either hit the post, went wide, or was blocked by the keeper.

The frustration built with every mistake, weighing him down like lead.

The final whistle blew, and UNI had lost. Jake barely heard the post-game speech from his coach, too busy replaying every missed opportunity in his head.

When he got back to the locker room, he didn’t even bother taking off his cleats right away. He just sat there, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor.

Jay, his closest teammate, nudged him. “Dude. What’s going on?”

Jake exhaled slowly. “Nothing. Just an off day.”

Jay scoffed. “Nah, man. This is more than that. I’ve never seen you play like this.” He paused. “It’s Y/N, isn’t it?”

Jake didn’t answer.

Jay sighed. “Look, I don’t know what happened, but it’s obvious you’re a wreck without her.”

Jake clenched his jaw. “She’s probably better off.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Then why do you keep looking for her in the stands?”

Jake said nothing.

Jay grabbed his phone. “I’m texting her.”

Jake should’ve stopped him. Should’ve told him to leave it alone.

But he didn’t.

Y/N sat on her bed, knees pulled to her chest, as she mindlessly scrolled through her camera roll. Each swipe brought a new memory, a new reminder of everything she and Jake had been before it all fell apart.

There was a photo of him grinning at her during one of their late-night study sessions, his notes forgotten as he balanced a pencil between his nose and upper lip, trying to make her laugh. She had rolled her eyes at the time, but she could still remember the way her stomach had fluttered when he looked at her like she was the best part of his world.

Another picture—Jake, covered in sweat but grinning like a fool after a big win, his arm slung lazily around her shoulders. She had been laughing, caught mid-cheer, his jersey draped over her like a second skin. She had been so proud of him. She always was.

And then, one of her favorites—a candid shot of them from a lazy Sunday morning. Jake, shirtless and half-asleep, stealing bites of her breakfast as she swatted at his hand, laughing at his shamelessness. His hair had been a mess, his eyes still heavy with sleep, but he had looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered.

Y/N’s chest ached.

She missed him. More than she wanted to admit.

Her fingers hovered over his contact, the familiar urge to text him creeping in. But then, like a cruel reminder, his words echoed in her head.

"Maybe it’s better that way."

She swallowed the lump in her throat, locking her phone. If that was what he wanted, then fine. She wouldn’t be the one to break first.

But then, as if the universe was laughing at her stubbornness, her phone buzzed.

Jay: Jake’s a mess. He needs you. Badly.

Her heart clenched.

She should ignore it. He was the one who pushed her away. He was the one who made her feel like she didn’t matter.

But… if that were true, why was he struggling so much?

Y/N exhaled slowly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes betrayed her, filled with something she wasn’t ready to name yet.

She could walk away. Let Jake figure this out on his own. Prove to herself that she didn’t need him as much as he needed her.

But that was a lie.

Because no matter how angry or hurt she was… she still loved him.

And she wasn’t sure she ever wouldn’t.

With a resigned sigh, she grabbed her jacket and touched up her makeup.

If she was going, she was going to make an entrance.

She headed out the door, her heart pounding.

Jake needed her.

And whether she liked it or not… she needed him too.

-

Jake jogged onto the field, his mind clouded with doubt.

His body felt heavy, his nerves shot. The last few games had been a disaster, and the weight of failure clung to him like a storm he couldn’t outrun. He tried to shake it off, stretching his arms and bouncing on his feet, but nothing felt right.

Then, instinctively, he looked toward the stands.

And everything stopped.

His breath hitched. His heart stuttered.

Y/N was there.

Sitting in her usual spot—third row, left side, just behind the team bench.

Jake blinked, half-convinced he was imagining it. But no, it was real. She was real.

And damn, she looked good.

Her hair was styled just the way he liked, her makeup subtle but stunning. She wore his favorite shade, the one he always said made her eyes stand out, and even from across the field, he could see the way her lips curved in something between challenge and amusement.

She came.

A rush of energy shot through his veins, the kind he hadn’t felt since before she left. His pulse pounded, but this time, it wasn’t from nerves—it was from something deeper, something electric.

His lucky charm had returned.

And just like that, everything clicked back into place.

The whistle blew, and Jake was unstoppable.

Every pass was precise, every shot powerful. He weaved through defenders with the confidence he’d been missing, his movements sharp and deliberate. The frustration that had been drowning him for days melted away, replaced by pure instinct.

And every time he scored, he didn’t look at the scoreboard. He didn’t look at his teammates.

He looked at her.

Y/N sat there, arms crossed, trying to look unimpressed. But he saw the way her lips twitched, the way her fingers tapped against her thigh. She was proud of him—he knew it.

By the final whistle, UNI had secured the win. The crowd erupted in cheers, his teammates swarming him with congratulations, but Jake barely acknowledged any of it.

His eyes were locked on her.

Without a second thought, he sprinted toward the stands, pushing past the crowd. Y/N had already started making her way down toward the field, and when she stopped in front of him, they just stood there, staring at each other.

For the first time in days, Jake could breathe again.

“I was an idiot.” His voice was breathless, raw. “I didn’t mean any of it, Y/N. I was just—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I was scared. Of how much I need you.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, arms still crossed. “Yeah? I figured, considering how hard you flopped without me.”

Jake huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I deserved that.”

“Damn right, you did.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, but Jake didn’t miss the way her tough exterior wavered, the way her eyes softened just slightly.

He took a step closer. “Y/N, I mean it. I never should’ve pushed you away.” His voice dropped to something quieter, more vulnerable. “You’re everything to me.”

She sighed, finally uncrossing her arms. “Jake… you can’t shut me out when things get hard. That’s not how this works.”

“I know,” he admitted, his gaze never leaving hers. “And I won’t. Ever again.”

Y/N studied him for a long moment, and then, finally, she sighed in defeat. “You’re lucky I like you, Sim.”

Relief crashed over him, and before she could say anything else, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms arowund her and pulling her in tight.

She hesitated for half a second before melting into him, her arms circling his waist.

Jake buried his face in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her perfume, and everything felt right again. “I missed you,” he murmured.

“I know,” she teased, voice muffled against his jersey. “I could tell from your embarrassing game stats.”

He chuckled, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Guess I need you to keep me in check.”

“Clearly.”

Jake reached up, brushing his thumb over her cheek, his voice softer now. “So… does this mean you’ll be at the next game?”

Y/N smirked. “As long as you keep winning.”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead before whispering, “Then I guess I have no choice.”

Because she wasn’t just his biggest supporter.

She was his lucky charm.

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[kisssukuna33]

Can i request Sukuna hyping up and being very devoted to his wife who is insecure about her body after having a baby?

Husband Sukuna comforting Wife reader who's insecure about her body after having a baby

"He finally went to sleep" Sukuna said letting out a big sigh of relief as he sat down on the couch beside you.

As much as it was a blessing, being first time parents really took a toll on you both. It's only been 2 months so far and the baby has pretty much changed your life upside down. The dark circles visible in both of your faces say that enough.

"He kept crying even after you left to check the restaurant this morning" a displeased sigh left your mouth matching your husband's.

"I told you to sleep woman" Sukuna said gently grabbing your face into his hands as he observed the dark circles under your eyes, a concerned expression taking over his face.

"Tell that to your son, he's the one keeping me up"

"That's why I told you to call me if he started to give you shit. That's it, I'm closing the restaurant for 3 more weeks" Sukuna said, no almost like he scolded you.

"You're going to lose customers if you keep closing it like this" You voiced your concern because you know Sukuna didn't spend time in the restaurant more than 4 days since you have given birth. Everytime he had to leave he looked at you like he's leaving you alone in a Battlefield.

"That's not something you have to concern yourself with, I pay the workers anyway" He got up from the couch as he went to your shared bedroom and came back with a bag in his hands.

"Besides I already earned enough for my family to be comfortable, you know that" He said as he put the bag in your hands.

"what's this?" You asked curiously taking a peek inside the bag. A dress. A gorgeous tube dress with a large flower in the middle and cut out from the sides. You can never compete with Sukuna's taste when it comes to choosing clothes. He knows what looks good on you everytime and you never doubted his taste until maybe now.

You have given birth only 2 months ago, your post pregnancy belly and the stretch marks surrounding it is still pretty much visible, not to mention you are completely a different size from before. You anxiously check the inside of your dress to see the size Sukuna bought you, in deep down you wanted to check if Sukuna also took notice in your change of weight. But for some reason the size tag has been ripped off from the dress already. That sly bastard.

"Wear it, We are going out for dinner. I already called Choso so he will babysit tonight" Sukuna said as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your hair. He wanted to make you happy, he really did. He didn't want you to remember the early part of your parenting journey as only stress. He thought maybe finally going out for dinner can be a good change for the both of you. But it didn't take him that long to notice the sour expression in your face.

"uh Kuna how about we-"

"No we are going, you have been inside the house for 2 months. You need this" he said in a stern voice leaving no room for arguments.

You sigh thinking of another way to not wear this dress.

"This looks expensive" That earned an eyebrow raise from Sukuna.

"of course it isn't. When the fuck have I ever bought you cheap shit?" Sukuna said like he's personally offended by your comment.

"That's not what i- Anyway maybe this is too much for a dinner" please work! Please work! You mentally chanted as you continued with the lie "I'm gonna save this for a special occasion".

Sukuna wore a dumb look on his face. Clearly trying to figure out what nonsense are you spouting because he can just buy you a new one? Like he always do?

You avoided meeting meeting Sukuna's gaze because that man can read you like a book.

"Woman what are you- And Why do you keep looking that way? Look at me" Sukuna said as he kneeled down in front you.

He cupped your face with one hand as he brought it closer to his face.

"spit it out"

You left out a sigh as you began telling him how you felt about your post pregnancy body and it didn't take long for Sukuna's face to drop. He felt like it was his fault that you felt this way. It's been few weeks since you two shared intimacy and Sukuna wasn't able to remind you how much devoted he is to your body even after you gave birth ( your doctor said 4 weeks of no sex but Sukuna being the protective husband he is, decided to wait atleast two months).

The moment you finished your explanation Sukuna picked you up into his arms. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently put you down the bed as he started to take off your shirt. You were a bit nervous at first but decided to let him do it anyway. The moment you see the scars visible in your belly you looked away hiding from Sukuna's gaze.

"Look at me, Don't look away"

Sukuna brought his face closer to your scars. First he ran his fingers through them. Like a blind man reading a book and touching it with care. Then his lips started to touch your skin. He kissed you softly slowly making his way around your scars. He kept bringing his eyes to yours reminding them to keep watching. Sukuna didn't miss a single scar, no. When he finally separated his lips from your body, you felt like he casted a spell on you. A purifying spell making all the negative energy around your body go away.

"You went through hell with the brat, those scars are reminders that how strong of a fight you put up. Scars or without scars you are still the same gorgeous woman I fell in love with 2 years ago" listening to Sukuna's words you can't help but let the tears fall down. How much lucky you must be to have this man in your life. If you could marry him again you would do it in a heartbeat.

"And don't you dare call my wife ugly I will fucking kill you"

That earned a giggle from your part as you smacked his chest playfully.

"Your wife must be a very lucky woman then" you murmured wrapping your arms around Sukuna's neck as you pull him into your embrace.

"Nah, I'm the lucky one"

[itsnesss]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 | miguel diaz × fem!reader

summary | you accompany miguel to visit his newborn sister at the hospital. as you witness miguel's tender and protective side, you feel your connection with him grow deeper

warnings | fluff, heartwarming moments

word count | 1.1 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You had never seen Miguel so excited.

From the moment he received the news that his little sister had been born, he hasn’t stopped smiling. It’s a refreshing change, especially after so many weeks when he was worried about exams, competitions, and everything else. Now, he’s radiant, full of energy and happiness. It’s contagious because even though you don’t say it out loud, his enthusiasm makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Are you ready?" he asks with a smile so wide that his dimples are charmingly marked as he holds the hospital door open for you to enter.

You nod, a mix of excitement and nervousness filling you. It’s not your first time in a hospital, but this occasion is special. Miguel invited you to meet his newborn sister, Laura, and that means more than anyone could imagine. You know how important his family is to him, and for him to choose you to share this moment makes you feel like you’re part of something much bigger.

"You know," he starts to say while walking down the long hallways, "when my mom told me she was having a baby, I was a little worried."

"Why?" you ask curiously.

"I don’t know, I thought it would be weird. I’ve been an only child my whole life, and suddenly, I was going to have to share my mom, my grandma... everything," he admits, shrugging his shoulders. "But then I realized... I don’t know, I like the idea of having someone I’m going to take care of. Like... a team."

Your heart melts a little. Miguel has always had that protective side, the one that makes everyone around him feel safe, and thinking of him taking care of his little sister like she’s his greatest treasure makes you smile.

"You’re going to be a great brother," you say sincerely. "Laura is lucky to have you."

He looks at you, his smile softening.

"Do you think so?"

"I know so," you reply without hesitation.

When you reach the elevator, Miguel presses the button, and as you wait, you realize that he hasn’t let go of your hand since you left the car. It’s a small gesture, but significant. It makes you feel calm, connected to him in a way you don’t need to explain. You’re just there, next to him, on one of the most important days of his life.

The elevator arrives, and you both step in. Miguel checks his phone quickly, reading a message from his mom telling him what room they’re in. You see him take a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself.

"Nervous?" you ask, giving him a gentle nudge with your shoulder.

"A little," he admits, laughing softly. "It’s weird, right? I’ve been waiting for this moment for months, but now that it’s here... I just want everything to be perfect."

"It already is perfect," you say without thinking too much.

He looks at you with a mix of gratitude and something else, something that makes your heart skip a beat. Before you can try to decipher that look, the doors open, and you both walk toward the room.

Carmen is sitting in the hospital bed with a small pink blanket wrapped around her arms. Her face is tired, but her expression is serene and happy. She smiles warmly at you as she sees you enter.

"Hey! So glad you came," she says softly.

"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Díaz," you reply shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the importance of the moment.

Miguel immediately approaches his mother and leans in to get a better look at the baby. You stay a few steps back, watching with your heart pounding in your chest.

"Hello, Laura," Miguel whispers with a softness you’ve never heard from him before. "I brought someone really special to meet you."

Your chest tightens with tenderness as you watch the little creature in his arms stir slightly. Her skin is soft, and her cheeks are rosy, like the most fragile thing in the world.

"Come on, come closer," Miguel says, looking at you sweetly.

You step forward, almost afraid to breathe too loudly. Miguel gestures for you to sit next to him, and when you do, he leans a little closer to you so you can see the baby better.

"She’s... so small," you whisper, fascinated.

"I know," Miguel laughs. "I can’t believe I’ve been waiting so long to meet her, and now she’s here."

Carmen watches you both with affection, and then looks at Miguel.

"Do you want to hold her?"

He nods immediately, but before picking her up, he turns to you with a mischievous look.

"Do you want to try holding her first?"

Your heart races.

"Me?"

"Yeah. My mom says holding a baby is the best experience in the world."

You glance at Carmen uncertainly, and she nods with an encouraging smile.

"If you want, of course. Just be careful with her head."

You take a deep breath before nodding. Carmen passes you the little Laura with extreme delicacy, and when you finally have her in your arms, it feels like the whole world has stopped.

"She’s so light," you murmur, feeling more protective than you’ve ever felt.

Miguel watches the scene with an expression of absolute tenderness.

"She looks good with you," he says softly.

Your chest warms at his words, and when you look up at him, his expression is different. There’s something else there, something deep and sincere, something that makes you feel like this moment means as much to him as it does to you.

Laura stirs slightly in your arms, and when you look at her, her little mouth opens in a small yawn. Your heart melts completely.

"I think she likes you," Miguel whispers, coming a little closer to you.

"You think so?" you ask softly, smiling as you gently stroke the baby’s cheek with the back of your finger.

"Yeah. And... I think I do too," says Miguel, his voice almost a whisper.

Your gaze locks with his, and the air between you changes. There are so many things that could be said, so many emotions floating in that moment, but no words seem enough.

"Thanks for bringing me," you finally say, breaking the silence with a sincere whisper.

"I couldn’t imagine this moment without you," he replies.

His words take you by surprise, and you feel your heart beating fast in your chest. Miguel has always been sweet and attentive, but this... this is different. This is intimate, real.

Laura shifts a little more in your arms, and Miguel laughs softly.

"I think she wants me to hold her now," he jokes.

Carefully, you pass the baby to him, and you watch how he holds her with infinite tenderness. The way he looks at her, as if she’s the most precious thing in the world, makes something inside you melt completely.

You stay silently watching him, committing the moment to memory. And while you see him whispering sweet words to his little sister, you know, without a doubt, that you’ve just fallen for Miguel Díaz a little more.

[star-har]

be mine (or whatever)

gojo satoru x reader | fluff

“You brought me all the way up here just to kill me, didn’t you?” you say, squinting at Gojo as you kick at the wildflowers near your feet. “Admit it. You got sick of me roasting your blindfold fashion choices, and now you’re gonna push me off the hill.”

Gojo scoffs, hands stuffed in his pockets. “Please,” he says. “If I wanted to kill you, I’d do it somewhere way less scenic. Maybe a dingy alleyway or the dumpster behind a McDonald’s.”

“Romantic,” you deadpan. “So this isn’t an elaborate scheme to murder me?”

“Not today, at least.”

“Then why’d we come all the way up here?”

Gojo shifts beside you, kicking at a rock. “Dunno. Just felt like it.”

You hum, turning back toward the view.

The city stretches out far below, bathed in the soft glow of golden hour. The lake shimmers, the sky looks like something out of a painting, and the warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers.

It’s beautiful, and every part of you is glad to be seeing with Satoru. You’d never admit that to him, though.

“So,” you say after a moment, side-eyeing him. “Are you gonna tell me what’s in your pocket, or are we gonna pretend you haven’t been messing with it all day?”

Gojo freezes.

He plays dumb, tipping his head. “What?”

You narrow your eyes. “You suck at acting.”

“You suck at minding your business,” he shoots back.

You grin. “Satoru.”

“Sweetheart.”

You make a sudden grab for his pocket.

“HEY—!”

Gojo dodges, but you’re fast—fast enough to chase him through the field, laughing as he sprints away like his life depends on it.

“IT’S EMBARRASSING!” he yells.

“SO YOU DO HAVE SOMETHING!”

Gojo twists, but you grab his sleeve—yanking him back—and suddenly—

Suddenly, he’s really close to you.

Like close-close.

Like his breath is warm against your skin close.

Neither of you move.

The sun melts lower, golden light spilling between you, soft and unforgiving. And maybe it’s the angle, maybe it’s the way the wind tugs at your hair, or maybe it’s the way you’re smiling at him, carefree, full of life, so effortlessly you.

The sunset behind you looks dull in comparison.

The golden hues, the soft streaks of lavender and rose—the whole breathtaking masterpiece of it—none of it comes close.

For the first time in his life, Satoru Gojo forgets how to breathe.

Your voice pulls him back. “What are you hiding?”

Gojo exhales. Debates running. Debates lying.

Then, painfully, he pulls a tiny pink envelope from his pocket and holds it out.

You blink.

You take it.

It’s a stupid Valentine’s Day card, cheap and childish, a cartoon panda holding a heart. Inside, scrawled in his ridiculous handwriting:

Be mine (or whatever).

Silence.

Gojo watches your face, regretting every decision that led to this moment. “Look, just throw it away or something—”

But instead, you laugh.

Not teasing. Not mocking. Just soft.

And then—

Then, you step closer.

And kiss him on the cheek.

Gojo short-circuits.

It’s not long, not deep—just a simple press of your lips against his skin, soft and fleeting, but it knocks the wind out of him entirely.

When you pull back, he’s still standing there, dazed, ears pink, brain empty.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Satoru,” you murmur.

And as the sun sets behind you, painting the sky in every shade of hopelessly, stupidly in love, Gojo Satoru finally, finally understands what it means to lose.

———

Awee kill me (or whatever) !

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hello gatorbite, I really liked your imagines with Mark Grayson, could you do an imagine of Mark with a Male Reader who is a vampire?

Mark Grayson x vampire king male reader

Headcanons

Cooking my own headcanons for vampires, how else are they gonna go on cute dates on the beach as the sun goes down?? Ive been listening to abracadabra by Lady Gaga for days, its been keeping me sane.

Mark and the bad bitch he pulled by being a nerd. i had a lot of fun writing this, i would love to write more about these two, or more vampire reader,,,

You guys would first have met after he became a hero, sometime during season 2. Probably before he got Oliver but after his dad left the planet and Mark wanted to fix everything and started working with Cecil.

The GDA knew of your existence of course. You were the first ever vampire, created through horrible magic and rituals against your will. This meant you couldn’t die, even from the sun or a stake or silver.

Every other vampire someone would meet would come from you in some way. Or rather, they were bitten by someone who was bitten by someone, so on and so forth until it reached you, kinda like a disease. The further out you go, the wilder and more animalistic the vampires are.

The few vampires you have bitten and turned yourself are strong and can walk in sunlight, and have other otherworldly powers, but those they bite have weaker powers, etc etc. and all other vampires but you can die. As long as life and death exist, so will you.

How you guys meet can be a mixed bag, but the most plausible is that some rabid vampires have run wild somewhere, and Mark was sent to deal with them since his skin can’t be pierced by their fangs.

The vampires he encounters are naked, human-looking creatures with warped faces, a mouth full of sharp teeth, shark bat-like features and the like. The only thing human about them is their shape.

A nest of vampires has run wild, and as the so called “vampire king”, “vampire well” or even “first vampiric ancestor”, its your duty to take care of it when it gets out of hand.

At this point Mark isn’t at his strongest, so the nest of vampire spawn gain the upper hand. Even with super strength, its hard for Mark since he also doesn’t want to kill at this point, and these technically were humans once.

So, imagine Marks shock, as he’s being overpowered by hundreds of these creatures that are more instinct than sense, when these creatures are sliced in half and turn into dust.

As the vampire king you can teleport all over the planet, you could probably even warp other planets if you focused hard enough. You might have done that once or twice, leading to vampirism spreading to different parts of the universe… but nobody has to know that…

What you wear can be up for debate, do you wear something from the time you died? Something Victorian? Or modern? I can’t imagine you are too involved with the current fashion since time passes so fast for you, so maybe it’s a bit out of fashion. You still look great though.

Maybe it’s having been beaten so hard by the now dead spawn, or maybe it’s just your vampiric influence, but Mark finds himself blushing and breathing a little harder.

The first time you meet doesn’t lead to much other than you taking care of the spawn, apologizing to Mark for causing such a mess and telling him you will take more care of your offspring. Mark just kinda goes “yeah, okay, thanks man…” before passing out.

You end up teleporting mark back to the GDA, or wherever hes being brought, like to the new guardians or whatever. Because obviously none of their protection measures can keep you out. It’s only weaker vampires that need an invitation inside.

They are all pretty damn uncomfortable when you comment about how nice Marks blood smells, because being thousands of years old also means you don’t have any shame in stating the obvious.

You say hello to Immortal before leaving. Of course, you guys know each other, both being immortal and all that. You guys play cards at least once every ten years or so, sometimes more, sometimes less.

This is also why Immortal is the most chill about you showing up, coming and going as you please, and saying Mark smells delicious. You once said he smelled delicious too when you first met, the stronger the person the better their blood and all. Now you guys are friends though, in a way.

After that you guys meet every now and then, mainly because you take his interest and Immortals friendship as an invite to come and go as you please, like a big scary housecat dressed in black.

You also follow him around (stalk him pretty much), and maybe it’s just him secretly loving steamy vampire fanfiction, or some viltrumite instinct, but being hunted is exciting.

You guys finally starting to date would also happen at some random moment when you guys are alone. You would have known about Marks attraction from the very moment you met, but your cold unbeating heart had started warming up around him too.

All his rambling about heroes and fictional stories worked like a charm. The many many questions about vampires and pop culture was cute too. He couldn’t believe that the whole weak to garlic thing started as an inside joke amongst vampires and spread out, when it wasn’t even true.

Mark was positively shocked when the whole pop culture idea that being bitten felt good turned out to be true. Later you would explain it was all about intent and reception. If you wanted it to hurt and he feared you, then it would have hurt. But because he was a little freak who was really into it, then it brought pleasure.

Mark also never thought you would be able to bite through his skin, but you could. Only because of your whole, king of the vampires, first original vampire, deal. Any other vampire wouldn’t be able to bite through vultrumite skin.

Being able to rip through vultrumites will be useful later, and not needing to breathe and being able to fly as well. But that’s for later space adventures.

When the whole thing with Oliver happens, you are of course there to support Mark, but also his family. Cecil also knows not to fuck with you, because its all thanks to you that the dead don’t rise and come for him every single day.

This may mean it doesn’t end as badly as in season 3, or, Mark just has some more support, very powerful support that the GDA knows to fear. Because how is Cecil gonna manipulate the original manipulator? The one strong enough to bewitch the entire planet if he wanted to?

You also have a better time explaining morals and powers to Oliver, since you are still stronger than him at this point, so you can put him in his place when he needs it. Being nonhuman also helps a lot, since Oliver feels his power disconnects him from humanity.

This gives Mark some more room to find himself and settle, and yeah, I feel like him and his family end up moving into wherever you stay. Be it some massive gothic castle in Romania, or a Victorian mansion at the edge of a massive cliff in England, who knows.

Both because its safer, more comfortable, and they get to feel like they don’t always have to look over their shoulder.

You don’t survive the coffin allegations though, since you sleep in a grand one, and have at least 100 different coffins you switch between. Most were gifts from your spawn, or one or two from immortal as “congrats on living another hundred” gift. You gifted him weapons or houses in return.

Mark can’t sleep in the coffins with you, since he hates how claustrophobic it makes him. But he will sleep beside the coffin. You guys keep the lid pushed to the side enough for you to stick a hand out, so you guys can hold hands.

I feel like Oliver would thrive a lot under you and your spawns, since you keep your “children” in line. Being direct descendants of you means they are powerful enough to play and roughhouse with, but also help him train.

Mark trains with you instead, and it regularly ends up with him almost giggling and kicking his feet as you pin him down, barring his neck all “oh please, vampire king, please don’t bite me”.

It takes Debbie a while to settle in, but maybe she meets one of your spawn to gets on with well, or she doesn’t at all. Maybe she just takes the time to heal and find herself when she sees her sons are happy.

You end up getting the shovel talk from her though, which all your direct descendants peek around the corner of the doorway to watch. Somehow you look meek as she points a finger at you and tell you to treat her son right and with respect.

I haven’t read very far in the comics so I cant tell you what happens after this, but Mark will have you by his side when everything goes down, and that might help change it to a more positive outcome.

It might help to have a lover who isn’t held back by his humanity and morals. You are more than willing to turn entire planets into your mindless spawn if it means keeping your dear ones safe. It does lead to a horrible argument and Mark not talking to you for a while, but he forgives you at some point.

Reading his secret fanfic does help with that, even if it means you have to dress like a man from the current era, style your hair and stalk him when he sleeps (as if you don’t already do that).

Being a super ancient and rich vampire also means you can pile gifts on Mark, Oliver and Debbie. Mostly Mark, but you don’t want his kin to be left out. So, Mark gets to live out his nerdy dreams to the extreme.

You’ll remodel a whole part of your house for him if it comes down to it. Your direct spawn will coo at you becoming soft. You let them, for now, but you’ll get your revenge, especially seeing them all tied around the Grayson’s fingers too.

You are so used to dealing with the GDA that it also isn’t hard to keep them at bay, how are they gonna invade a place that’s existed longer than democracy? You will burn the whole place down if you have too. Anything for your nerdy little hero.

[oeuvrinarydurian]

So, a couple of us were reworking season seven. It wasn’t working for everyone for a number of reasons, so we pressed pause on it, and I’ve been wanting to return to it in a very specific way with the help of @too-antigonish, but my schedule is really intense from September to about March and I just haven’t had the bandwidth.

I’ll tackle it again in the spring, but in the meantime, @jessieren reposting this reminded me of a little moment that I had written that I quite like that goes along with this very scene. Reposting just to blow off the dust. I’ve really missed you guys, and I really miss how creative being part of this cult community makes me. 

It starts at the beginning of the doorway scene, just after they leave the basement and Thursday says the line about “a hunch.”

Morse felt a little lost without Thursday at his side. He followed Thursday to the doorway and stood next to him. Despite their rupture, there was something about the older man’s physical presence that was solid and reassuring. He needed to tie himself back to earth.

“What was it brought you here?

Morse looked away. He didn’t have the energy for this. “You don't want to know. Strange'll tell you.

Thursday didn’t know what to say. It felt wrong to say nothing when Morse could have been killed, but the easy kinship they had always shared was in ruins and he couldn’t think of a thing.

“When do you start at Kidlington?

“New year. Fourth of Jan. Like you said, it's for the best.”

Shame kept him mute to anything more. He’d chased a dream-life and left the real life he’d worked years for in tatters. He had traded grey reality for vivid, liquid, scarlet-coloured fantasy that turned out to be a lie, after all. There was nothing to say.

Thursday walked away from Morse towards Siddle who was waiting for him at the car.

Thursday nodded at his new bagman. “Siddle.”

Thursday and Siddle got into the car. Morse didn’t take his eyes off the mundane movements of Thursday reaching for the handle, removing his hat and lifting the bottom of his overcoat to keep it from catching in the door. Every motion the old man made was practised, was routine, was the rhythm of a thousand times before, with him, the Morse before Venice.

In his mind, he heard the little sound of the brush of Thursday’s coat as it slid onto the leather seat of the Jaguar, the slight scrape of his shoes as they rested on the car floor, the heavy, reassuring slam of the Jaguar door as he settled himself in the seat, and the whispery plop of the hat landing on his lap as Morse would start the ignition and take them on their way.

Thunder punctuated his dreamlike trance, jarring him back to now, and the everpresent rain began once again. He stared at the vanishing tail lights of the car carrying Thursday away until he couldn’t see them any longer, and then went to head inside, but as he walked back into the house, he couldn’t help turning and looking over his shoulder one last time.

There was nothing but darkness.

When do you start at Kidlington?

The New Year, 4th of Jan.  Like you said, it’s for the best.

[lokisprettygirl]

Come As You Are (Eric Draven! Bill Skarsgard's Version x Female Reader) (18+) (Slight Au)

Read chapter 7 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 8

Summary : After learning about how you were snooping into his relationship with Melody, Eric deals with the situation much differently than how you expected him to.

Warning: 18+, Smut, more smut, dirty sexual thoughts, Description of self harm, dry humping, Eric is a past drug addict with suicidal tendencies, self harm, use of cuss words, description of claustrophobia, reader is in her early thirties, mention of sexual assault, death and murder, Consumption of alcohol and weed, periods

He knew he should have deleted it a long time back but to be honest he had forgotten all about it, when you brought it up a week ago by that point he didn't even remember his email or password, after getting his phone smashed he never really went back to that part of his life and now he was regretting it. It just felt too soon to open that pandora box that he knew in the name of Melody once, it was too soon to tell you about her, you wouldn't even believe him if he hit you in the head with his truth.

As you came out of the bathroom he walked past you to go inside, he needed a moment alone, for some reason you sensed a weird energy between you two and it bothered you. You could always tell when he was in his head. You grabbed your phone and called Dina immediately, she was bawling her eyes out, some guy ditched her in the club alone and she was absolutely drunk. You had to go get her so she'd get home safely. While you were putting on jeans and a shirt Eric came out and he got dressed as well.

“Are you okay?” You asked him so he hummed in response.

“Yeah. Of course” he said to you so you looked at him for a moment.

Something just wasn't right.

“Are you coming with me?” you asked him so he shrugged.

“I'm not letting you go alone in the middle of the night y/n” his voice came out sharper than he intended it to be.

“Okay..was just asking”

None of you owned a car so you just called a cab, Dina had already sent you the address of the club. He was so quiet on the way to the club, well quieter than usual so you scooted closer to him.

“Did I do something?” You asked him so he chuckled before he turned his head to look at you.

“I don't know..you think you might have done something?”

“Okay what is it?” he sighed as you questioned him, he didn't want to pick an argument with you, especially not right after you had given him that mind numbing pleasure but he was so fucking pissed right now.

“I asked you to not snoop around into my past life? Didn't i?”

You gulped as he said that, no wonder he was being weird, he must have seen the evidence on your phone, serves you right for keeping his profile open all the time.

“I was just curious Eric-” you mumbled, your voice low and meak so he snickered again.

“You have no right y/n” your brows creased in slight irritation as he said that. You felt offended.

“No right? I have no right to look you up?”

“No you don't..i asked you to do one simple thing and you can't even respect my wishes.”

Okay maybe he didn't realise it but he was being very mean right now, almost as mean as he was in the beginning with you.

As you went completely quiet he felt like a jerk for speaking that way to you, he didn't blame you for being curious but that didn't make this situation any easier to explain for him.

As the venue arrived you immediately got out to find Dina and bring her back to the car, luckily she was right outside and she was safe so you grabbed her arm “Ohhh it's The weed guy..hiiii” she said as she looked into the cab from the window, “Can I sit in the middle?” She asked you as she turned to you.

“Actually I'd prefer that very much right now” you glared at Eric, making him roll his eyes in response.

Okay!!! Perhaps he could have started this conversation in a less passive aggressive manner but that didn't change the fact that you snooped around behind his back. As she got sandwiched between you two in the cab, it became quiet again until Dina spoke.

“Surprised to see you here..what's going on?” she asked him as she nudged his shoulder with hers so he glared at her.

“Just being a good neighbour..you got a problem with that?” His tone was rude and dismissive so she rolled her eyes in response.

“I completely forgot that you are an asshole”

After you both dropped her home it was a silent ride back to your apartments but when you couldn't take it anymore you gave in first.

“Eric I'm sorry” you said to him as politely as you could. You were indeed sorry but the way he was acting as if you had killed someone wasn't helping.

“I know you are.. it's not going to change anything”

And that made you upset again.

“What does that even mean?”

“I just need time to cool down..can I have that?” He snapped at you and your eyes teared up again so you just crossed your arms and looked out the window. As the building arrived you immediately got out and made your way in but he quickly followed behind you, he didn't want you to go up alone, he had a trauma regarding that after how things had happened with Melody on the day they had died.

As you both reached the 11th floor you stared at him before you opened your door. He entered your apartment even before you just to look around and make sure it was safe.

“We should just sleep in our own beds tonight” you heard his voice as he made his way back to the main door, your jaw clenched in anger but you controlled your reaction.

“Whatever suits you..good night” you said before you closed the door with a loud thud.

He was being an asshole again but he was so upset right now, it wasn't as harmless of a thing as you thought it to be. Digging into his past would do you no good, he didn't want you to get yourself involved in that part of his life, it wasn't safe for you.

Being with you was a blessing for him but moments like these made him regret ever getting so close to you because if you get hurt too he'd never be able to recover from that.

You couldn't even sleep after that. How could you? You knew you had made a mistake, you went against his word, but you really thought he'd never find out about it. The rest of the night you kept wishing for him to knock on your door but he didn't and that hurt you alot.

When you were finally able to drift off your alarm rang merely two hours later, you felt so tired, so sleepy and so fucking pissed because of Eric.

Pretending to be a good waitress was going to be harder than usual today.

While you were leaving for work, a part of you wanted to knock on his door but you found a note stuck to his door so you picked it up. He could just text you now that he had a phone but nope.

“Let's talk in evening when I'm back”

No baby, no love, Eric at the end, no smiley face, you could almost hear his nonchalant voice saying that to you.

Was he going to break up with you? You could feel the impending heavy weight on your chest as you thought of that possibility, you knew you had a tendency to do dumb shit like this but was it all it took to drive him away?

You couldn't really focus on the work that day, you messed up orders and Dina was on leave so you were doing two people's jobs at once, you really wanted to scream and cry but you couldn't afford to do that because you lived paycheck to paycheck.

When you reached home he hadn't returned yet so you showered and put on a black shirt of his that went past your thighs with just an underwear beneath it.

Perhaps you could just try and seduce him if he was planning to dump you?

“No that's so fucking manipulative y/n..what's wrong with you” you groaned as you paced back and forth in your living room.

The moment you heard the elevator coming up you opened your door and stepped out before you closed it and leaned against it. You had to take a moment to position yourself in a way that would look natural and not as if you had been awaiting his arrival for hours.

As he turned the corner he stared at you before he took his keys out.

“Let me just shower-”

He said to you, you looked so cute right now in his clothes, all he wanted to do was get down on his knees and pleasure you right against that door but he really needed to drill this in your head, his past wasn't worth exploring, it would only bring you confusion and pain.

“No..we are going to talk now” you said to him as you crossed your arms, voice firm and assertive. He sighed as he turned around and put the keys back in the pocket of his dark grey hoodie.

He didn't seem bloodied today so you wondered where he had been if he wasn't at his ..umm job?

“Are you going to break up with me or something?” You asked him, your voice trembled slightly as just the thought of it made you want to break down. He looked at you perplexed before he spoke again,

“We are having an argument and that's your first thought? Have you never been in a relationship before?” His brows raised up inquisitively as he leaned against his door, his posture mirroring yours.

“I have…and that's usually how it ends” you said, eyes moistened so he shook his head, he was going to answer but then you continued “I mean I do something stupid and then it's just unacceptable for them to let it go.. like it was hard as it was that I wouldn't put out for them and then I had the audacity to make a human error, a mistake? But at least we are doing the sex stuff so perhaps you might be a little more lenient -”

He interrupted you mid speech. Usually he found your rambling cute but not like this, he hated it whenever you disrespected yourself like that.

“Y/n fucking stop..god why do you always degrade yourself this way?” His jaw clenched as he approached you, you weren't even looking at him anymore so he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefingers and made you look up at him.

“If it was so easy for me to let you go I wouldn't have allowed myself to be in this position in the first place you dummy” he said firmly as he leaned his head down and placed his forehead against yours, his nose rubbed against yours for a moment before he kissed you softly to calm down both of your nerves.

As he pulled away he cupped your cheeks between his palms.

“I warned you that I won't be a fun person to be around. Didn't I?” He asked you so you nodded in response. Okay you were starting to see what he meant but this wasn't really going to change how you felt about him. “I asked you to not dig into my past but you're so nosy i should have known” he said to you, voice filled with anger but then he was holding you so lovingly so that confused you.

“Are we still fighting?”

“Of Course we are.. what does this look like to you?” he asked as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer until you were squished into his hard chest.

“Seems pretty sexual to me” you said, making him sigh.

“Y/n..baby..i need you to be serious about this” you couldn't help but huff as he said that.

“I am..I spent the night crying over it and fearing the worst so don't tell me to be serious” you matched the tone of his voice so he sniffled before he spoke again.

“Yeah well you brought it on yourself, you'll get no sympathy from me for that, you hurt me too when you went behind my back” You gulped as he said that, you really needed to not find him hot as fuck when he was angry and spoke to you like that.

“Eric..I made a mistake”

“It's not a mistake if you're doing it on purpose”

“I can't go back and stop it from happening, I can just apologise which I have been doing constantly since last night” he groaned as you said that.

“I don't need your apologies..i need you to understand that my past is not something you should be exploring. It's dangerous, it's not good for you, how many times do I have to repeat myself for you to get this into your silly little head?” He asked you and he was waiting for an answer but you just stared at him so he brought his hand up and curled his fingers into your hair to pull your head back.

“Nothing to say anymore? Have I managed to shut that garrulous mouth of yours? Do you understand me or not, baby?” he asked you again but you were too turned around by his aggressive yet gentle demeanor to give him a proper response.

“I understand but I need you to know that I have flaws too..I'm not perfect”

“I don't want perfection, I just want you to be a good girl for me and listen to me. I'm trying to keep you safe. My past is nothing but a black hole y/n and i won't be able to pull you out of it if you get sucked in too deep and I can't have that..i can't lose you ..you're fucking precious to me..do you hear me?”

You nodded as he said that so he loosened his grip on your scalp and pulled you in to kiss you again, his lips moved gently against yours before he pushed you against the door and trapped you between his body.

His hands trailed down slowly and your breath hitched as he cupped your ass under the shirt, his fingers grazing over the bare cheeks.

“Couldn't even bother to put on shorts hmm? Arguing with me in your cute little underwear. You're so filthy” he said to you as he kissed down from your jawline to your neck.

“Well i was going to seduce you if you were planning to break up with me” he smiled as you said that before his expressions turned serious again, he looked at you, his hand came up to gently grab your face.

“Don't ever do that, don't ever lower yourself to such standards. You're beautiful, you're amazing, you're a goddamn blessing and I need you to remember that..just because I'm upset with you about something doesn't mean I'll just leave you..you're mine now aren't you? Who else am I going to argue with?” he asked, his voice was so soft and gentle now, it made you want to cry just so he'd keep using that voice on you.

“People leave when I make mistakes..I do something and it changes the way they pictured me in their heads” you answered him so he shook his head in disbelief.

“I'm not most people y/n. It's not fun and games for me when it comes to you. Do you not feel it darling? When you're close to me..can't you tell how much i adore you?” He asked as he placed your hand over his chest, his heart was beating rapidly.

“I can..I am just scared at times”

“I know I am too” He whispered as he sucked a mark on your neck before he bent down until he was on his knees, even when he was on his knees he almost reached your chest.

“Eric what are you-” you mumbled as you looked at him but he cut you off.

“I'm apologising for being so short with you like that, you deserve better” you gulped as he said that, you were too aroused to stop him but you weren't sure if doing this right outside your door was such a good idea.

“Perhaps we should get inside and you can apologise all you want -” you spoke but were met with sharp interjection.

“No..shut up and take it right here”

He lowered down your underwear until it was pooled around your ankles, then he grabbed it, sniffed it and placed it in the pocket of his hoodie, your breath hitched in your chest at the gesture, you thanked all your stars you had started to keep yourself trimmed since you two began dating.

“What if somebody comes and-”

And he interrupted you before you could finish that thought.

“Nobody is coming.. except you..in like five minutes”

He stared at you with his big eyes before he spread your legs apart and placed one of your thighs over his shoulder, his mouth immediately latched over your lips and he let out a satisfied hum as he tasted you for the first time. Five minutes seemed a lot, you didn't think you'd need five minutes.

“Mmm baby-” you moaned loudly as your fingers ran through his hair, your knees felt weak and began to tremble so he grabbed your other thigh and placed it on his shoulder as well so you were just levitating while he practically held you over him, your back being supported by the door.

Never in your wildest dreams you ever thought of this happening to you, not in this life at least, you read about it and fantasized about it but you never thought of this happening to you.

“Smell so fucking good.. i could live down here forever” he murmured softly, his nose spread your lips apart before he dived in again. His tongue slipped out as he licked over and over again like a kitten lapping up on milk.

When you said virgin, you meant it. He couldn't even push his tongue in there, how was he going to stick his cock in that tiny hole of yours? Just the thought got him uncomfortably hard, he knew he'd not last in that tight cunt for even a minute.

He focused his attention on your clit, sucking it and stimulating it to his heart's content, the constant moans, the gentle tugging of his hair and the way you squeezed your thighs around his head encouraged him to keep going.

Every time your wetness dripped, he placed his whole mouth over your lips and sucked on it like he was eating an oyster. He didn't want to waste a drop, something awakened inside him the moment he tasted you and like a man starving he needed to satisfy his hunger until he was completely sated.

You wanted to see him so you raised your shirt up and pooled it around your waist, a gasp escaped your throat as you looked at him, it was obscene, everything about this scene was so obscene, he looked so hot, so fucking beautiful down there.

“Need you to cum for me baby..can you be a good girl? Give me what I want?” He said, his voice deep, his tone gravelly and husky. His big eyes pleading with you.

“God…eric..baby I'm gonna..oh god” you whispered as you clutched your thighs around his head, almost suffocating him, he groaned in pleasure and held onto your hips when he felt your body quivering and shaking with the wave of your orgasm.

“That's it…my sweet girl, you look so good when you listen to me” he mumbled before he sucked on your clit again while you rode through the best possible orgasm you have ever had in your life.

After what felt like forever he finally put you down, once he was assured you won't fall down, hd used the hem of your shirt-his shirt to wipe his mouth before he kissed up from your torso to your chest and as soon as he reached your mouth he kissed you deeply, you could taste yourself on his lips and you didn't mind it at all. He kissed you until your lungs were deprived of oxygen.

As he pulled away he breathed in deeply.

“Don't know why I ever did drugs when all I needed was this-” he murmured against your mouth, he was just speaking his thoughts out loud.

Your pussy tasted so good he was contemplating his life choices.

Your arms curled around his neck as you hugged him as tightly as you could, he was yours, he had made it clear, just because you two had a fight that didn't mean he'd dump you or abandon you. You needed to repeat his words in your head because you were going to need them every time there was a fight or an argument and you'd begin to feel like the most unlovable person on this earth.

****

“What did you do today?” You asked him as you sat between his legs on your bed, you were reading a book while he held his drawing pad in front of him and drew mindlessly, well not that mindlessly, he was drawing you again, you the hours before while you received pleasure against the door, he thought about your question before he kissed your temple.

“Nothing..there's a lake outside the city, I go there when I'm feeling troubled” he answered softly.

“You have a secret spot?”

“Mmhm I'll take you there someday” you smiled as he said that before you put the book down and just turned your head to stare at him, he looked so aesthetically pleasing to you, the tattoos and the earring, his perfectly chiselled face, his broad shoulders that you had sat on so comfortably while he ate you out, everything about him made you want to stare.

Thinking about him and Melody still bothered you though, there was a history there and you wanted to learn about that part of his life but you weren't going to force him if he didn't want to share.

You really didn't want to but it was if he had read your thoughts.

“We met in rehab-” he said nonchalantly.

“Hmm?” You looked at him as you sat up completely and turned around to face him.

“Rehab.. that's where druggies go to rehabilitate and shit” he clarified as if that's what you were confused about. You just didn't know why he was sharing it after everything he had said.

“I know i mean you don't have to talk about it baby”

“I know. I don't want to but I'll tell you enough because I know you won't stop obsessing over it” you sighed as he said that. He knew you too well now and that terrified you at times.

“I mean, yeah fine okay!! I'm obsessed but you dated a celebrity..it makes me curious. Wouldn't you be curious if you find out I dated like...I don't know Hugh Jackman?” you said to him so he chuckled.

“No I'd be truly concerned for you, wondering if you had severe daddy issues. Isn't he like sixty? That makes him almost double your age?” You rolled your eyes as he said that so he continued “Besides she wasn't a celebrity when we met, she was just a girl” his brows furrowed as he thought about their early interactions in the rehab. He had barely known her for a week when they escaped from the rehab. It's been five months of him knowing you now, that was more time than what he had spent with Melody when all hell broke loose on him.

“Did you love her?” you asked him so he sighed.

“Yeah..she was the only girl in my life that I loved” At the time “And for some reason she chose to love me too” you nodded as he said that, trying hard to not showcase your jealousy, you had never been in love before, not truly anyways. Not until him.

Their whole relationship was a blur to him now but he knew he loved her as much as a man is capable of loving a woman..

“What happened? Why did you two break up?” his jaw clenched as you questioned him but he composed himself.

“Something bad happened..to her, to us. It just wasn't the same after that..not for her anyways, she had a life ahead of her. She was going to be who she is today. And me? I was just Eric..just some junkie she met in rehab and took pity upon” he said it so casually and it broke your heart.

He also brought her back from the dead and traded his soul for her but he wasn't going to tell you that.

You wanted to ask what bad thing he was talking about but you knew he wouldn't tell you, perhaps it had something to do with his profession, maybe he pushed her away like he pushed you away in the beginning.

You didn't know that none of it was his fault, he just found love and wanted to be happy finally and then it was all taken from him for no fault of his own. Vincent Roeg wouldn't have come into his life if it wasn't for Melody.

“Melody banks or not..you're you Eric, you deserve so much more than what you let yourself believe” you said to him as you held his cheeks.

“No I don't..i didn't deserve her and i don't deserve you either, you're too good for me, you know that, I know that but I'm not going to hurt you again” he said to you so you tapped on his cheek lightly.

“You're stupid and you don't know what you're saying” He chuckled as you said that before you leaned forward to kiss him.

“No more snooping around into it okay? That chapter of my life is closed forever and I don't want it to come between what we have..ever” he mumbled softly so you nodded and kissed him again before you snuggled into him.

That's what he thought, he really thought that chapter of his life was closed, that he'd never have to come face to face with Melody again but a month later she came back into his life, unfortunately that wasn't even the worst part about it all. She also claimed to see Vincent Roeg again and he didn't know how to deal with it.

That wasn't possible. He had sent him to hell himself.

He didn't understand what was happening but he knew he had to keep you away from this mess and he was willing to go to any lengths to keep you safe.

😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

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[magnus-the-maqnificent]

One (1) more sleep till High Infidelity day 😍

[paperbackbunnies]

High Infidelity is so jegulus coded like c’mon ???

[vorpalmuchness]

high infidelity is such a good song for past Feyre/Tamlin

[septembersghost]

April 29 is nearing😭

you have to believe me when i tell you i said this in the hallway holding laundry last night and tears started...

[foolishone-downbad]

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[raticalshoez]

i'm having hyperfixation drought so i did what i did best and created a crossover episode

[gingerale2017]

time for my reasons 😈

sometimes when i’m in a silly mood i make au’s where they get together but never goes all the way. since they’re best friends, it makes it all the more heartbreaking and angsty. they suffer for my happiness :)

so thorne is literally driving the getaway car (the rampion) and they are literally escaping prison. “i wanted to leave him” could be cinder wanting to leave the complicated kai situation, or maybe her wanting to leave adri.

so they escape, get shot at, have intimidated moments, and get close. cinder feels herself getting attached to him and panics since her feelings are all over the place. remember, she’s still getting over peony’s death, the most humiliating moment of her life just happened, dr erland gave her a shell shocking revelation, and the kai thing— there’s so much going on that she just wants to lock that situation in a box and not think about anymore, but her feelings for him are obvio still there.

everything is rushed, the great prison break, the ball, the rampion, and naturally, their relationship. she knew that this wouldn’t end well. they’re both convicts on the run “think about the place where you first met me”.

“he was running after us, i was screaming go go go but with the three of us honey it’s a side show” this could be them running away from kai’s army 💀

so they kiss ig before they meet scarlet and it’s short and basically a peck. thorne, ofc, wants to kiss her more but she just walks away stunned. thorne definitely fell harder than cinder, even it’s the opposite with cresswell.

they went through a lot together and mistake that bond for romantic love instead of platonic love.

so when cinder sees kai makes the cyborg relevance speech, that box she tucked away begs to be reopened. so kind of leads thorne on for a little bit because he’s a distraction.

then cress happens, they’re separated, thorne meets cress, and cinder is in africa with bigger fish to fry. when they meet up again, it’s awkward. they’re still friends but that passionate feelings that they shared starts to fade, especially since thorne carried most of the relationship and now he’s starting to fall for cress.

they kidnap kai and cinder decides to reopen the box. she realizes that she wants kai more than she wants thorne. she switched to the other side (other side is kai).

she feels guilty about the whole situation with thorne because girly loves to blame herself for everything that goes wrong 😔. she chooses kai and kisses him before she can break the news to thorne. so in one sense, it’s cheating, but it was practically over once cress showed up.

thorne regrets the whole thing but he still wants to be close with cinder while she is pushing him way because she feels guilty. it’s angsty and sad but they get over it and become best friends who kissed once or twice.

yay!

getaway car is (bear with me, ik i am dying inside as i type this) cinder and thorne if they had a romantic relationship

yes 👍 or no 👎?

i have my reasons dw :)

Okay, the criminals theme definitely works. I also think the idea that the relationship was doomed from the start because it wasn't based on love, rather desperation for freedom, works. It makes sense, as I don't see Thorne and Cinder pursuing a relationship if they were thinking clearly.

(I'm strangely okay with CinderxThorne. I don't really ship it, but I see why some do and it doesn't bother me.)

I have a confession. When I sing Getaway Car and I get to the part that says 'Bonny and Clyde', sometimes I sing 'Cinder and Kai.' 😂

So in conclusion, 👍

[lonelychicago]

seven-ish sentence sunday

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Buck cracks an eyelid. 

The streetlamp outside the house lets in enough light to the living room that Buck can make out shadows and shapes. 

He reaches over and feels the coffee table for his phone, a few second later finally grabbing it and turning it on so he could look at the time.

7:34 AM 

Buck sighs. Any second now he's gonna need to get up and wake up Chris to go to school. His back is killing him from sleeping on the couch for all of this past week and Chris has told him he's being silly a thousand times, but— Buck glances to the dark hallway, Eddie's bedroom door at the end if it. He can't get in there. He just can't. It somehow makes everything more real. 

If Buck stays on the couch and sleeps there, he can pretend it's just another quiet and normal night that he's staying at the Diaz house. He can pretend Eddie is fine and that he's sleeping a few feet away from him. If Buck stays on the couch and closes his eyes, he can pretend his whole world isn't falling apart for a second time. At least for a few hours. 

"Buck?" A small voice comes from Chris' room and when he turns, the kid is standing in the hallway, looking at him with tored eyes. 

"Couldn't sleep, huh?" 

"Yeah, you snore a lot." Chris smiles, a weak and small thing that doesn't reach his eyes. 

Buck chuckles weakly. "So I've been told." 

Chris steps closer to him until he's sitting on the couch and Buck moves and scoots around, making more space for him, an arm coming to wrap around Chris' smaller frame. 

"Can I skip school today?" 

"Chris—"

"Please, Buck. I wanna go to the hospital and stay with dad." 

Chris is a teenager now. He's grown a lot since the first time Buck met him. But right then and yhere, he looks exactly like that scared little boy Buck saw at the funeral after Shannon died. It makes something inside him break. 

"He needs rest, buddy. And he wouldn't want you missing school because of him, now would he?" Buck ruffles Chris' hair. 

"Can we visit him after school then?" 

"Of course. I'll pick you up and then we can go see him. Maybe we could even bring him some gifts? You could make him a card or something." 

"Yeah, maybe." 

"Hey, Chris. It's going to be okay, alright? We're gonna be okay." 

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[ourladyoftheflytrap]

My mom always complaining about how I never spend time with her.... ma'am the last time we had a serious conversation you told me you thought i was making traumatic memories of my childhood up just to demonize you