#ew paul x reader

[joviepop]

🐝 . . . bzzzz! welcome 2 my blog!!

what’s up? name’s lottie or jovie, either or! :3 19 (mdni), she her pronouns. big fan of smutty smut and i like to write whatever i want. wanna be oomfies? ^_^ ����

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i write for every eddsworld character including their alternate versions like ellsworld girls!!! send it all my way, i’ll most certainly do it :3

open 2 smut, fluff, angst, or any other genre/trope/dynamic/etc,, poly & queerplatonic & familial relationships are also okayy!!!

nooo incest or pedophilia. legal age gap and other kinda morally grey kinks are okay though.

readers are always kept vague for inclusion!

my inbox is always open so don’t be afraid to send me anything <3

[sug4r-sp1c3]

May I request general dating hcs for Paul and patryck (Seperatly) from eddsworld? 💅

Paul makes me go on simp mode..

(btw, since patryck apperiances in the show where just REWARDS that the REAL patryck had for donating, i'll use the FANON patryck[the one that is used on Fanfics, comics, fan-stuff, etc.]

Paul and Patryck Dating HC!

Paul

OH MY GOD WHERE DO IT START

he's an idiot and a dummy, thats for sure

well now he's all that x73404938 JUST BECAUSE OF YOU

he will probably try to end his work at the army sooner just to see you

or if you are with him well, basically beg to the red leader to put you in missions or stuffy like that with him

he would try to hide the smell of cigarrette's

I SAID TRY

speaking about try

he would try to get you flowers or tiny stuff!

or even if he saw something shiny around the army he would pick it up and if its like a ring he would give it to you!

and if this isn't enough to you to be sure that that boy haves something with you..

after some monts!(or even a year i could say) he wil ask you out!

in his own way ofc

the current dates would be(in the case that you aren't in the army), a night dinner or just movie nights! or things like that

if you ARE in the army. The dates would be just walking around the place, going to some places to practice, or even just have a lunch together!

[just imaginated him and you on the army's like caffeteria. in a normal table but with a red blanket, like if you both where in a restaurant, hehe]

HE'S A SWEETHEART LIKE OMG

probably when he gets you flowers they would be kinda dead or even with some petals falling

and he isn't proud of it

he murmures a sorry as he insists that he will get you something better

(SOBBING OVER THE FACT THAT I COULDN'T FIND A GIF ASJHDJS SORRYYYYY)

Patryck

feeling like this bitch would deny all at the start

"i'm not doing it i'm not-"

he keeps saying until he realizes he has been doing tiny things for you..

for example: you both are in the army? he holds you doors and tells the leader to not worry about you and basically speaks good abt you

or when you pass he stares at you, not creepy, just with a tiny shine(and it isn't until Paul tells him that if he's paying attention or when you leaved)

he would start with tiny things

shinning things that he finds, flowers, coffee.

until he forces himself to ask you out

or well try

he would try to insunuate that he is in love with you like sometimes being there when you don't even need him, trying to go out in missions(if you are in the army ofc)

he's there if you are hurt

or when you are hurt he finds an excuse to go and visit you!(and brings some flowers, or even sends, but. lets keep that as a secret)

he tries to be serious or un-expressive around you

but probably fails miserably

You would have to make the first move if you both want to be something..bc it would take him like...4 dating months

[this isn't mine! it was made by fnafhs-aesthetics ! if you are a fan of FHS and want a banner or an icon go and check their profile!]

sorry if they are any spell mistakes english isn't my original lenguage!(its Spanish lolz)

[dxwnfxll]

Heyy!! How are you?<3

I just found your blog and I'm so happy I did! So I decided to leave a request for some hc's of the main 4 eddsworld boys finding out the reader is a stoner? Like they'll just get into the house and see the reader faded af and just being extra chill abt everything??

If you don't do multiple character hc's, then the same premise but only for Tord. Thank you lovely :))

Hiya !! I'm doing swell ! Hope ya are to :) !!

And awesome HC idea totally gonna write it out

Hope ya enjoy it ! (And sorry for the wait i've been busy busy !!)

The eddsworld boys with a stoner reader

(gender neutral reader)

Tord

- So Tord is DEF a stoner, you can't tell me other wise. So when he casually arrives home one day a lil earlier than the others and finds reader faded as hell he just fucking laughs.

- He def gets high with reader, he has a collection of funny lil bongs including a anime girl one he spent a shit ton of money on.

- Reader got munchies? He's got ya, he's got his own lil munchie stash in his room.

- Readers first time getting high? He'll call you stupid but help you through it, make sure you don't freak tf out

- You and him probably sit on the couch looking like idiots laughing at the dumbest shit (probably a dumb commercial Tord keeps rewinding back over and over)

Edd

- I don't see Edd as a stoner but he's okay with the 'lifestyle', though when he came back after a cola run and found Reader staring at the ceiling snickering here and there he's very concerned

- " Did Tord give you something from his stash? TORD !! "

- When he figures out YOU are ALSO a stoner he's like " oh "

- He's kinda curious about what it's like sometimes, especially since he's been casually watching you/Tord getting high randomly and looking like y'all are having the time of your lives.

- Careful if you actually let him get high with you, He's gonna freak tf out and get some bad munchies

- If he never gets high with you though he just kinda keeps an eye on you to make sure you're okay

Matt

- He's not a stoner, doesn't even know what a stoner is. So when he comes home and smells something 'bad' in the air he thinks it's a damn fire

- Idk why he thought it was a fire he just did, he sees smoke coming under your door and grabs a bucket and before you even know it he's thrown water in your room...on you.

- He killed your vibe

- He does apologize though at least

Tom

- He used to be a stoner, he kinda stopped after he got into Smirnoff and didn't wanna be juggling both y'know?

- When he comes home and sees you on the couch he just holds in a lil laugh and goes " i know that face, someones tripping balls"

- He MAKES you give him a hit on the blunt/bong/whatever (or an edible if you prefer edibles)

- He's a pro at this shit so he's chilling, and hopefully you are too. But a few mins in he'll get up and grab some snacks for you two.

- He isn't a very giggly high when y'all two are high but he's more 'idiotic', he'll find random photos and think they're the funniest shit known to man kind. He's also very hungry and thirsty when he gets high

- Tord is NOT allowed during y'alls high time

- He takes big breaks when getting high, so if you're a stoner that does it daily or day after day he's not gonna smoke with ya every day. He smokes like maybe once or twice a week? It really depends

Bonus:

Eduardo

- He judges you, but when he sees how chill you are when high he decides to take a hit. He gets mad when he doesn't get high from one hit

- Excuse him he's a lil dumb, you tell him it takes more than one hit and he just grumbles before taking another hit

- Once he's high with you he just sits there, you probably gotta check on him to make sure he's okay

- After that time he gets high with you whenever he can, dude probably needs it tbh

Jon

- He doesn't really understand but he's cool with it ! :D

Mark

- Mark prefers to not be around whenever you get high, it's not that he hates you being a stoner he just isn't into smoking and all that. He does warn you about the bad stuff with smoking though womp womp

Paul

- Dude doesn't care, he probably finds you high in the barracks at the red army base. He probably sits with you and smokes his own cigarettes just chilling with you

- " everybody needs a break every now and then, just don't be high while your work yeah ? "

- If you ask for anything to help get you down from your high so you can work he'll usually help (if he's in a good mood)

Patryck

- Judging

- He doesn't like that you're high during work, doesn't like the smell and doesn't like how you act while high

- gets a lil annoyed if he has to help you walk around or anything

- def never getting high with you, but he's def had a contact buzz before

Yippe ! Hope you enjoyed sorry if it seemed rushed at all

[gladiatorcunt]

# KINKTOBER 2024 - ♱ ♱ ♱

“You know, outside the circus, most people were afraid of me.”

I. father charlie mayhew / flogging

✟ - a rotten tree bears rotten fruit

II. merman!john b / teratophilia

✟ - belly of the beast

III. sunday / boot worship

✟ - icebreaker

IV. genshin multi (zhongli, capitano, childe, baizhu) / creampie

✟ - molten lava cake

V. aotc!anakin x fellow padawan!reader / scent & food play

✟ - apollo reaches for the sea

VI. rafe, barry, ward / incest

✟ - knock once for the father

VII. cherik / spit roasting

✟ - easter egg basket

VIII. secret agent toji / daddy kink

✟ - joyride

IX. frat boy!gojo satoru / non con

✟ - life of the party

X. eric draven / feet

✟ - dirt in chains

XI. vampire!aemond / blood

✟ - a black ram and a black ewe

XII. best friends!master anakin x newly knighted reader / sex toys

✟ - bedrock

XIII. yoga trainer!oikawa tooru / ass worship

✟ - guess

XIV. ghostface!spencer reid / roleplay

✟ - fears to fathom

XV. paul atreides / dub con

XVI. atton rand / kidnapping

XVII. luke castellan / cheating

XVIII. tyler, xenomorph / painal + baby trapping

XIX. bsf!john b / costumes

XX. dick grayson, bruce wayne, jason todd (separate) / sex pollen

XXI. killers!tyler and boone / scars

XXII. messmer / oviposition

XXIII. bradley bradshaw / shaving

XXIV. messmer / body modification

XXV. tattoo artist single dad!geto / tattoos

XXVI. coaches!art and patrick / teacher-student (loosely)

XXVII. ferrari driver!gojo / rimming + public

XXVIII. dick grayson / somnophilia

XXIX. connor / whipping

XXX. sakusa kiyoomi / piss

XXXI. fandom multi (coryo, rafe, anakin, homelander, logan) / abo

+ ? ????? ???? ::

I. jacaerys targaryen / aliens made them do it

↪️ do leviathans dream of aliens?

II. ???

III. ???

IV. ???

V. ???

VI. ???

VII. ???

VIII. ???

IX. ???

gladiatorcunt 2024

[zombvic]

TINDER IRL PART one (harry lewis x reader)

summary : in which y/n gets invited to the sidemen tinder irl (usa edition) and meets a certain brit and their instant friendship slowly progresses into something bigger

face claim : no one right now (kendall jenner later)

notes : reader is like a 2019 ICON like disstracks against the paul brothers, ricegum etc.. now STILL doing youtube but on a much more lowkey basis. also im sorry but i had to add that the reader is an f1 fan IM SORRY (im locked in as an f1 girlie) 😵 yall im not american or even close to a native english speaker (#slavicstruggles) but i tried making the readeramerican cause i tried to do the american la gf x british bloke bf xx god bless 'merica RAAAAAH. also i used lines from like all the videos and made my own cause the lines from this video were insane.. last also, don't be a ghost reader 🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️

pairings : harry lewis x reader , sidemen x platonic!reader , all the other youtuber in the videos x platonic!reader

warnings : drugs (ketamine joke)

You got invited to the SIDEMEN Tinder In Real Life youtube video. You are acutely aware to what the Sidemen are and you've seen their videos before. Now to be fair, the genres between your channel and their channels were pretty different. The Sidemen were known for football challenges, those 100$ vs 100,000$ challenges and other things with a similar vibe. You on the other hand, you did vlogs, lifestyle hack and tips, in your time you've achieved some disstracks and occasionally broke down some formula 1 grand prix weekend.

The moment you saw the instagram dm from the Sidemen official account you weren't sure how to react. Should you be excited? scared? worried? yeah.. all. It was the Sidemen, Logan Paul, Mike and George (idk who Mike and George but who cares).

Eventually you accepted the offer and waited till the day you had to be "picked up" by kinda random men for 5 minutes straight. The day came, you got dressed for the video shoot, they made you wait with the other girls until they called your name and then you walked in.

"Hi, I'm (your name). I'm 24 and i'm from Newark, New Jersey" (go devs go) You've practiced that line like 50 times before you left, not because you wanted to come out of this video with a new man but because you didn't want to embarrass yourself lmao.

"Hi, I'm Vikk. I'm 26 and are you from Tennessee, because you're the only ten i see"

"Would've been funny if i hadn't just said im from New Jersey dude, no sorry"

"Hello, I'm Logan-"

"No. Complicated history" you said as you swiped left.

"One chance please"

"Alright, BUT u gotta watch it tho"

"Okay. SO. If i were a pizza delivery guy, i'd be giving YOU the tip"

"Ew no sorry lmfao.. that was weak as fuck"

"Alright wow, Hello, I'm Tobi. I'm 31 and they say that kissing is a language of love, so would you mind starting a conversation with me?"

"Sure go on.. yes. I love that"

Hello, My name is Ethan and let only latex stand between our love.

"Yeah thats funny.. alright, go on"

"Yo, I'm KSI. I'm 30 and you know how they say skin is the largest organ on the human body? Well.. Not in my case."

"Lmao, yes go on"

���Hello, I'm Mike. I'm 37 and girl, you don't need no vibrator when you got this Pickled Dick.”

"Jesus Christ. No, get out"

"Hi, My name is Simon and.. Simon says you want to swipe right"

"Lmao. I love that, Yes"

"Sup, I'm George and I’m peanut butter. You’re jelly. Let’s have sex"

"Jeeesus, that’s crazy bro... no"

"Hello, My name is Josh and I find your lack of nudity disturbing"

"No, I'm so sorry" (guys i love freya sm i couldnt do this)

"Uhm, Hello. I'm Harry. I'm 26 years old and what do ketamine and your underpants have in common?"

"I don't know" you said looking at the blonde-ish man confused.

"I'd like to sniff them both."

The whole room fell into a laughter, you included. "Yes"

"BUT I GET A NO?" Logan exclaims. "What a scam"

WHY DID YOU SAY NO?

(NO : Logan, Josh, Mike, Vikk and George)

"For Logan i think we left this in 2019 and rightfully so. For Josh i dont really know tbh, i just thought his line couldve been better. Mike, i think you know why i said no. Vikk.. Im gonna be honest i dont even remember what youve said but im sure i had my reasons and George, you couldve been waaaaaay smoother mate.. tough luck"

YALL. this is part one because i cant be arsed and put it all right here right now 😁😁😁

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Malleus Maleficarum | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, smut (MDNI 18+ ONLY), recovering from a sexual assault (heed this warning and take care of yourself, lovie), heeaavvvyyy discussions of Dean's deal/death, canon violence, canon gore, witches and things, an apparent suicide/discussions of it (pls be careful bbies)

Word Count: 5157

A/N: These gifs from @shirtlesssammy are my reason for living

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Now that Christmas was over, Dean wanted to get back to hunting as quickly as possible. He stumbled across a case where a woman’s cause of death had been bleeding from the mouth after all of her teeth had fallen out. 

As a result, you and the Winchesters were posing as members of the CDC to interrogate the deceased’s husband.

Nothing of interest came from you talking to him, but Sam discovered a hex bag under the woman’s bathroom sink; the room she was murdered in. 

“Aw, gross,” Dean whined while you walked down the street beside him and his brother.

“Yeah, there are bird bones, rabbit's teeth. This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned,” Sam explained, picking through the hex bag. He handed it to you for you to examine as well. 

“So we're thinking witch?” Dean prompted. 

“Well, duh,” you replied. “But this is, like, serious witch stuff. Old World black magic for sure.” You ducked down into the car. 

“I hate witches,” Dean grumbled, slamming the door as he sat down in the Impala. “They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.”

“Aren’t you…?” you trailed off, a smirk playing on your lips. 

“Oh, ew—” Sam chuckled while his brother glared at you. 

“It's creepy, y’know,” the older brother continued, “it's down right unsanitary.”

“Yeah, well, someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton,” Sam added. 

“Yeah, someone who snuck into that house and planted the bag. So what are we thinking, we're uh, looking for some old craggy Blair bitch in the woods,” Dean suggested. 

“Could be anyone, man. Witches are literally the girl next door,” you replied. 

“Great. How do we find 'em?” 

“This wasn't random; someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly ax to grind. We find the motive—”

Dean cut Sam off. “We find the murderer.”

Sam nodded, and Dean pulled the car away from the Duttons’ house. 

*** All you and the brothers could think to do was continue to stake out the surviving Dutton’s whereabouts to see if another attack happened. Sure enough, as Dean pulled into the diner parking lot you’d followed Paul Dutton to, he collapsed to the floor outside of his car. 

Before Dean could stop the Impala, you were hitting the ground running toward the man.

“Check the car!” you heard Dean yell while you tended to Paul. 

You hauled his choking body up from the gravel and positioned yourself behind him to perform the Heimlich maneuver. You knew with a witch after him, this was likely futile until Sam could get the hex bag and burn it. “Sammy!” you yelled. 

“I know, I know!” he replied. 

“Got it!” Dean shouted, and Paul soon stopped choking. 

You let go of Mr. Dutton and turned to the burning hex bag on the ground. 

“You okay?” Dean asked Mr. Dutton. 

“What the hell is happening to me?!” Paul exclaimed. 

“Someone murdered your wife and now they're trying to kill you, that's what's happening to you,” the older brother answered sternly. “That's impossible! There's no way—”

“If we hadn't been following you, you'd be a doornail right now. Now, who wants you dead?” Dean pulled no punches, and you loved that about him. 

Paul explained to you that he’d had an affair with a young woman named Amanda, and he broke it off with her about a week ago. 

Immediately, the three of you set off to the girl’s house; as Mr. Dutton had given you her address thanks to Dean’s insistence.

When you opened the door to the house, though, you found Amanda covered in her own blood on her altar. 

“That's a curveball,” Dean commented. 

With the barrel of your gun, you nudged where you thought the source of the blood was: her wrists. Sure enough, three vertical gashes on each wrist came into view. “Jesus,” you breathed out, wincing in discomfort and a twinge of compassion. 

The smell of rotting food and blood in the room was overwhelming, and it was beginning to catch up to you. You buried your nose in the crook of your elbow to try and get some relief. 

Sam said, “Looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here.” You turned around and jumped back suddenly, startled by the fact that you nearly walked into a rabbit corpse hanging from the ceiling. 

“Oh, god!” Dean exclaimed when he saw what happened. “Fuckin’ witches! Seriously man, come on!”

“Guess we know where she got the rabbit's teeth from,” the younger brother grimaced. 

“Poor rabbit,” you whined. You took out your pocket knife and cut the ropes hanging him from the ceiling. 

“Well, Paul sure knows how to pick 'em, huh? It's like Fatal Attraction all over again,” Dean commented. He turned to you gently laying the rabbit on the floor and covering him in a blanket nearby. “And why does the rabbit always get screwed in the deal?! The poor little guy.”

“You know what I don't get, Dean?” added Sam. “If she was so bent on revenge, why do this?”

“Well, she got Janet Dutton, thought she finished off Paul, decided to cap herself and make it a spurned lover's hat-trick,” he shrugged. 

Something about that didn’t seem right to you. “But where’s the knife she would’ve killed herself with? She didn’t alakazam those cuts on her wrists.”

Sam looked under the table Amanda laid on. “I think she’s onto something, Dean. Look.” He pulled a hex bag out from under the table and tossed it at his brother. 

“Another hex bag? Come on!” Dean groaned. He tossed it on the table and took out his phone. “Looks like we got a hit, huh? A little witch-on-witch violence?” He held his phone to his ear. “I'd like to report a dead body, 309 Mayfair Circle… My name? Yeah, sure my name is—'' and then he clicked it off. You had been counting to make sure he stayed under the forty-second limit to avoid the call being traced, and were just about to cue him that he was running close on time. 

“Why are witches ganking each other?” Dean continued. 

“I don't know, but I think maybe we got a coven on our hands,” Sam said. 

***

Later that night, you and Dean laid together in your shared bed; fortunately, in a separate room from Sam. 

Dean kissed up your neck back to your lips, and you sighed contently into him. When he began to trail his hand down to your panties, you flinched. 

“What, what’s wrong?” he asked, immediately breaking the kiss. 

“I don't know,” you replied. “I, uh, I haven’t been having any problems recently, I don’t know why this is happening.” Panic began to grip your chest. 

“Sweetheart, it hasn’t even been a year yet. I’m not expecting you to be completely over what happened to you,” Dean said. His understanding was frustrating you, for some reason. 

“Dean, you only have a few months left,” you huffed, sitting up to face him. “We don’t have time for…” you gestured to yourself, “this! I cannot fucking believe the timing of this, man. And I’m fed up with it!” You got up from the bed and began to stomp around in your tank top and underwear. “I can’t have sex with the guy I’m in love with who’s gonna die in fucking three months because of some asshole that decided to rape me right around the same time you made that fucking demon deal.”

“Whoa, why does it sound like you’re angry with me?” Dean questioned, getting up to join you across the room. 

“I’m not, I’m not! I’m just—” you ran a hand through your hair and sighed, closing your eyes. “I’m pissed off in general. I- I don’t wanna keep… doing… this.” 

“What do you mean ‘doing this’? Don’t tell me—” 

“No, Dean, no. I’m not breaking up with you,” you assured him. “I don’t wanna keep freaking out on you when we try to have sex. And I don’t understand why I can’t— I mean, we’ve had sex since then! I don’t fucking—”

“(Y/N), (Y/N), baby, slow down,” Dean said, gently grabbing your wrists. “Listen, it’s okay! I’m not upset!”

“I know you’re not, but I am,” you sighed. “And before you ask, I have no idea what you can do to help. I’m just pissed.” 

Dean sighed, looking a little puzzled. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

“I’m sorry this is happening to you,” you responded. “I mean, it’s your last fucking year on earth. I’m sure you wanna fuck, like, all the time— I know you, dude, don’t look at me like that— and my fucking vagina and body are out of commission because I can’t get out of my own head. And, god, I wanna fuck you so bad, but I just… I don’t understand what’s wrong with my body.” By the end of your rushed admission, you were crying. 

“I’m not gonna let you talk about yourself like that,” Dean replied gruffly. “No fucking way. There’s nothing wrong with you, dammit. I’m not upset with you! So let yourself off the hook, please! Practice getting out of your own head with this, okay? It’s fine. We can just… go to bed. It’s okay.”

“You sound upset, though,” you said meekly. 

He turned back around to you. “I’m upset that you’re going through this; not with you. It takes everything in me every day not to hunt that fucker down for what he did to you.”

This pulled a small smile from you, and you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in your chest. “I love you,” you told him. 

“I love you, too,” he replied easily. 

You pulled away from him. “You do?”

“What?” he smirked down at you. “I’ve said it before.”

“I know, but you always seemed, like, pained when you’ve said it before. You didn’t that time,” you grinned lopsidedly. 

“Yeah, well. It’s never pained me, you’re just the first person I’ve ever said it to,” he admitted. 

“Aw, Dee.” You pulled him against you, hugging him tightly to thank him for his understanding. 

“Shut up,” he growled, pulling you closer with his arms wrapped around your waist.

***

The next day, the boys decided you would be the best person to subtly interrogate the women you’d determined were friends of Amanda’s. In fact, the four women had a book club they’d formed over the last year or so. 

With a casserole in hand you’d bought from the supermarket, you walked over to a woman named Elizabeth who was gardening. 

“You’ve got quite a green thumb,” you said. 

“Excuse me?” she questioned, turning around to you. 

“These herbs, I mean. Growin’ ‘em out of season like this; it’s impressive,” you noted. “Sorry, where are my manners? I’m Christine Nicks. I just moved in a few houses down.” You held the casserole out to her. 

“Oh! Thank you,” she replied, brushing off her hands. “So, uh… how are you liking it so far?”

“It’s nice!” you paused, feigning thoughtfulness. 

“What is it?” she questioned. 

“Nothing, it’s just… I heard about this girl who… committed suicide? Just recently?” You watched her reactions to your words carefully, and her expression subtly changed when you mentioned the death. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she sighed. “Amanda was her name. She was, uh, a friend of mine.” “Really? I’m sorry to hear that,” you told her. 

She nodded. 

“Elizabeth? You all right?” you heard a voice ask from behind you. 

Y0u turned toward two other women who’d walked up. 

“I'm fine, uh, Renee, this is Christine. She just moved into the neighborhood,” Elizabeth introduced. 

“Pleasure,” the woman named Renee said. “Renee Van Allen.” She drew her name out as if it was supposed to be of any importance to you. 

You eyed her curiously. “Oh, uh, nice to meet you. Were you… friends with Amanda, too?”

Renee seemed surprised by the fact that you knew about the deceased. “Yeah, we all were. It’s been really hard for all of us.” “Yeah,” the other woman spoke up. “I mean, you think you know a person.”

You nodded. “Well, it was nice meeting you ladies. Have a nice one!” You shuffled away, keeping up your girl-next-door character even as you faded from their view. 

***

Later that night, you and the brothers drove down a darkened road. 

“You should’ve seen it, guys. Belladonna, wolfsbane, mandrake— and she flinched when I mentioned Amanda’s death,” you explained. “I’m sold on Elizabeth at least. 

“Well, she's definitely had a good run lately,” Sam added, reading through something he’d tabbed in a notebook, “gone up a few tax brackets; won almost too many raffles. Kinda thing a little black magic always helps with.” He continued, “I don't think she's alone either. Looks like 'Renee Van Allen' has won almost every craft contest she has entered in the past three months.”

“Yeah, a regular Martha Stewart, huh?” Dean chuckled. “Except for the devil worship, I'm thinking that was the coven you met back there, minus one member.”

“Amanda was clearly going off the reservation. What do you think, they killed her to keep up appearances?” Sam questioned. 

“Definitely an ‘appearance’ kind of crowd,” you noted. 

“If they killed the nut-job, should we, uh, thank them or what?” Dean questioned, quirking a brow. 

“They're working black magic, too, Dean. They need to be stopped,” Sam replied simply. 

“Like, ‘stopped’ stopped?” you prompted, intrigued to see what Sam’s answer would be.

Sam looked at you as if to say, “Of course.”

“They’re human, Sam,” Dean reminded his brother. 

“They’re murderers,” he stated. 

“Damn, I’m proud of you, Sammy,” you remarked. 

Dean’s eyes flicked to yours in the rearview mirror. You could see the smirk pulling at his lips. “Burn, witch, burn.”

Suddenly, the Impala stuttered and choked, the headlights flickering. 

“What the fuck?” Dean questioned.

The vehicle stopped in front of a figure standing in the road. 

“Ruby,” Sam breathed out. 

You grabbed the Colt from your duffel bag. 

Sam had gotten out of the car before you and Dean, and you nodded to Dean in silent communication as you stowed the Colt in your jacket pocket. 

“Sam, listen to me,” you heard the demon saying, “there's no time.”

“For what? What are you talking about?” Sam questioned. 

“You have to get out of town.”

Within your jacket’s pocket, you aimed the Colt at Ruby. 

“Never had the pleasure,” Dean deadpanned.

The blonde ignored Dean’s flippance and cut her eyes at you. “Whatcha got there? Just happy to see me?”

“Sure,” you glared. 

“Point that thing somewhere else,” Ruby instructed. 

Dean laughed coldly. “Yeah, right.”

“Sam, please. Go. Get in the car and don't look back,” Ruby begged the younger brother. 

“Why? I don't understand,” the brunet worried. 

“We can take care of a few kitchen witches, thanks,” Dean commented. 

“I'm not talking about witches, you jackass. Witches are whores,” she spat. 

“Can’t argue with you there,” you muttered. 

“I'm talking about who they serve,” the demon finished. 

You were confused for a moment, but it soon dawned on you. “Demons.”

Ruby nodded. “Yeah. And there's one here, now.”

“Oh, what, you mean, besides you?” Dean barked. 

Ruby continued to ignore Dean, which you could tell was beginning to aggravate him. “Sam, it knows you're in town, and it's gonna come after you, and it’s way more than you can handle.”

Dean turned his attention to his brother. “Oh, come on, what is this, huh? Please tell me you're not listening to this crap!”

“Put a leash on your brother, Sam, if you wanna keep him,” Ruby cooed without looking in his direction. 

“Watch your mouth,” you warned, cocking the gun. 

“Guys, look, just chill out,” Sam pleaded. 

“No! No! She's messing with your head; god knows why, that's who they are!” the older brother answered. 

“I'm telling you the truth,” the demon insisted. 

“And I'm telling you to shut up, bitch.”

“I'm sorry, why are you even a part of this conversation?!” 

“Oh, I don't know, maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank!”

Ruby scoffed. “Oh, right, right. You care about your brother so much. That's why you're checking out in a few months, leaving him all alone?”

“Shut up,” you hissed. 

“At least let me try and save him, since you won't be here to do it any more,” she replied, ignoring you. 

“I said, shut up!” you screamed. Just before you could fire at her, she disappeared. 

You turned back to Dean and Sam, who were both looking at you strangely. Sam looked like a lost puppy, and Dean just seemed angry at this whole interaction. You just stormed back off to the Impala. 

***

Back at the motel, you and Dean joined Sam in his motel room to find out what exactly had been going on with him recently. 

“What the hell were you thinking?” Dean questioned angrily, stomping into the room behind his brother. 

“What?! What the hell was I thinking?” Sam shot a glare at you. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you answered. “She’s a demon. We can’t trust her, man. They want us dead; we want them dead.”

“Oh, that's funny; I remember that demon chick in Ohio, Casey? Dean didn't want her dead,” Sam argued. 

Dean took the opportunity to defend himself. “Yeah, well she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook.”

“No one's stringing me along!” Sam declared. “Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous, but like it or not, she's useful.”

“No! We kill her before she kills us,” Dean said. 

“Kill her with what? The gun she fixed for us?” Sam scoffed. 

“Whatever works.”

“Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives.”

Dean headed over to the sink to turn the water on and splash it on his face. 

“Look, we have to start looking at the big picture, Dean, start thinking in strategies and– and moves ahead,” Sam finished. “It's not so simple, we're not— we're not just hunting anymore. We're at war.”

“Listen, I agree with you to some degree,” you sighed. “I’m just not sure how much I like the idea of working so closely with a demon.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Dean asked his brother while he dried his face off. 

Sam sighed. “Why are you always asking me that?” 

“Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters. And by the way, you seem less and less worried about offing people. Y’know, it used to eat you up inside,” Dean reminded him. 

“Yeah, and what has that gotten me?”

“Nothing, but it's just what you're supposed to do, okay? We're supposed to drive in the fucking car and fucking argue about this stuff. You know, you go on about the sanctity of life and all that crap.” Dean rubbed his stomach with a grimace. 

You looked at your partner in concern as he moved to sit on the bed. 

“Wait, so– so you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you?” Sam laughed. 

Dean shook his head. “No, I'm not mad, I'm— I'm— I'm worried, Sam— I'm worried because you're not acting like yourself.” 

“Yeah, you're right, I'm not. I don't have a choice,” Sam stated. 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Look, Dean, you're leaving – right? And I gotta stay here in this craphole of a world. Alone. So the way I see it, if I'm gonna make it, if I'm gonna fight this war after you're gone, then I gotta change.”

You heart sank, and you couldn’t bear to look at either of the two brothers. 

“Change into what?” Dean grimaced. 

“Into you. I gotta be more like you.” It almost made you smile bittersweetly at how much Sam admired his brother. However, you liked Sam for the fact that he was Sam. You agreed with Dean that Sam was supposed to be the morally gray one, and Sam changing under these circumstances made you sad. 

Suddenly, Dean groaned in pain. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked worriedly, rushing to Dean’s hunched over form. “Baby, look at me.”

Dean clutched at his stomach, seeming hardly able to force words out. “I don't know. Oh— (Y/N), something's wrong— bunch of knives inside of me—”

“Dean?!” 

His head was almost between his knees by this point. 

“Son of a bitch—” Dean cursed, hissing. 

“Dee, hey—”

“The coven, man, it's gotta be the coven.”

You immediately rushed to the bathroom and threw open the cupboards below the sink in search of the hex bag. You threw things about frantically; opening boxes and dumping their contents out. 

You heard Dean choke once more, and your heart nearly stopped. You ran to him to find him lying on the floor next to a puddle of blood he’d sputtered up. 

“Did you find it?!” Sam asked frantically. He’d torn the covers off his bed and sliced the mattress open with his knife. 

“No!” you replied. 

Dean’s coughs got weaker, and he was quickly fading as you shifted to lay his head in your lap, facing you. 

You saw Sam grab the Colt from your bag. “Sam, what are you doing?”

He moved toward the door wordlessly.

“Sam!” you called. 

“I’ll be back soon,” he told you, and the door slammed shut behind him. 

You kept Dean’s head in your lap, unsure of what to do. Dean continued to grunt and shift painfully, and you just tried to keep him as comfortable as possible. “Stay with me, Dee. Please, baby.”

All you got was a groan in response, but you knew he was trying. 

Suddenly, the door to the room was kicked open. 

You kept Dean cradled against you. “Stay back, bitch.”

Ruby shoved you aside harshly without replying to you and hauled Dean up by the collar. She forced his mouth open as Dean used his diminishing strength to try and shove her away. 

You tried to pull her off Dean, but it was no use. She dumped some sort of dark liquid down his throat, getting you off her easily. 

Dean was still struggling, but she soon got off him. 

“Stop calling me ‘bitch’,” Ruby panted. 

“Why did you save him?” you asked, slightly in awe and slightly apologetic. 

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” she replied. 

“Okay, jeez,” you scoffed. “But… thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Ruby said. “Next time you point that gun at me, I'm not gonna just disappear, understand?”

You nodded and moved to help Dean clean the blood and Ruby’s liquid cure off his face. 

“What was that stuff? God, it was ass. It tasted like ass,” Dean groaned as you wiped around his mouth. He gently brushed you off him and took the towel from you to do it himself. 

“It's called witchcraft, short bus,” she deadpanned. Ruby turned and walked out of the room. 

“You're the short bus... short bus,” Dean grumbled. 

***

As soon as Dean had enough strength to move, you and he were off to find Sam. You knew he’d gone to the Van Allen house where the women held their “book club,” and Dean sped there in a stolen car. 

You burst through the front door of the house with a sawed-off shotgun in hand. When you did so, you discovered the demon possessing one of the women you’d met, and Elizabeth standing frozen in fear.

Before you could make a move, you were thrown back against the wall. 

“Three for one,” the demon smirked. “Lovely.”

“Wait,” you heard Ruby say. She walked in with her hands raised in surrender. “Please. I just... came to talk.”

“You made it out of the gate,” the other demon smirked. “Impressive. That was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it?”

“Doors out of Hell only open for so long,” Ruby shrugged. 

“What do you want, Ruby?”

“I've been lost without you.” Ruby continued to advance on the other demon. “Take me back. That's why I led the Winchesters and their pretty little plaything here.”

Dean looked furious, as were you, and he mouthed, “I told you so” to Sam.

“They're for you,” Ruby continued, “as a gift.”

“Really,” the demon deadpanned. 

“Let me serve you again. I've wanted it— I've wanted you— for so long,” she said. 

Dean lifted his eyebrows at the flirtation between the two demons. You would have slapped him if you weren’t being held to the wall. In all honesty, though, you were intrigued, too.

“You were one of my best,” the demon smiled.

Ruby glared and tried to take her knife out to stab the other demon, but said demon caught it in mid-air. 

“But then again, you always were a lying whore,” said the demon. 

The two demons struggled against each other as you and the Winchesters were powerless to help or hinder. Elizabeth was cowering in fear behind the couch, and Renee’s dead body laid limply on the floor. 

The demon-possessed witch stood with a hot poker in her hand. “You're really telling me you threw in your chips with the Animaniacs here?” 

Ruby tried to stand, but the demon hit her across the face with the poker. 

Elizabeth suddenly stood to move to her altar and began to dump pins onto a cloth littered with demonic symbols. 

“Come on, get up!” the demon roared. 

Ruby panted, unmoving, with blood coming out of her nose. 

“I said, get up!” The possessed witch hauled Ruby up by her jacket. “We've been here before, haven't we?” She chuckled to herself and turned to Sam. “She didn't tell you? Pretty mortifying, I guess. She was one of mine. I turned her out a long, long time ago. Ruby here was a witch. Of course, that was when you were human.”

You were surprised by that, honestly, but shouldn’t have been given the work she’d done to help Dean. 

The witch threw Ruby back down onto the debris of the bookcase she’d been nearly put through. 

“Didn't want your friends to know that all those centuries back, you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing, I guess. But don't worry, love, no secrets where you're heading, remember?” The demon taunted. She began to chant in Latin, and black smoke began to curl out of Ruby’s mouth. Suddenly, she began to cough, and you realized Elizabeth was chanting under her breath at the altar. 

The possessed witch stumbled and coughed harder, and her weakened powers allowed you freedom from the wall. You slid Ruby’s discarded demon knife over to Dean as the demon killed Elizabeth, and Dean took the demon’s distraction as an opportunity to kill her. He stabbed her in the back quite a few times to ensure the demon was truly dead. Your partner dropped the body to the ground, and he moved to help Sam up. 

“Go,” Ruby ordered, looking slightly embarrassed from her position on the floor. She wiped the blood away from her mouth. “I'll clean up this mess.”

You stood between the two brothers, and the three of you helped each other toward the door. You could feel the Winchesters turn to take one last look at Ruby, but you kept your eyes forward. With your urging, they continued walking. 

***

Somehow, the three of you made it back to the motel safely. You and Dean were outside of your motel room, just sitting on the hood of the Impala and talking, when the neon lights of the motel’s sign flickered. 

Dean jumped off his car, shielding you with his body protectively. You turned to see Ruby standing in the shadows a few feet off. 

“So, the devil may care after all; is that what I'm supposed to believe?” Dean asked her. He led you toward the demon. 

“I don't believe in the devil,” she replied, arms folded. 

“Wacky night,” he commented. “So let me get this straight, you were human once, you died, you went to Hell, you became a…” The blonde nodded, turning to leave. 

“How long ago?” Dean asked, stopping her in her tracks. 

“Back when the plague was big,” was her simple reply. 

“So… all of you guys— you were human once?” you questioned, slightly worried for the answer. 

“Every one I’ve ever met,” Ruby shrugged. 

“Well, they sure don't act like it,” Dean scoffed. 

“Most of them have forgotten what it means, or even that they were. That's what happens when you go to Hell, Dean. That's what Hell is— forgetting what you are,” Ruby explained. 

Dean, of course, kept up his plucky attitude. “Philosophy lesson from a demon. I'll pass, thanks.”

Your breath, however, had caught in your throat at Ruby’s description of Hell. 

“It's not philosophy. It's not a metaphor. There's a real fire in the pit. Agonies you can't even imagine,” Ruby continued. 

“No, I saw ‘Hellraiser’. I get the gist.”

Ruby turned and started to walk away. “Actually, they got that pretty close. Except for all the custom leather.” Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks again. “The answer is 'yes', by the way.”

“I’m sorry?” Dean asked. 

“Yes, the same thing will happen to you.”

You could’ve sworn your heart stopped. 

Ruby continued her torturous explanation. “It might take centuries, but sooner or later, Hell will burn away your humanity. Every Hell-bound soul— every one— turns into something else. Turns you into us. So yeah. Yeah, you can count on it.”

Dean tried to keep his head held high, but you knew him well enough to know he was beginning to break. “There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there?”

Ruby sighed. “No.”

“Then why'd you tell Sam that you could?” you asked, finding the ability to speak. 

“So he would talk to me. You Winchesters can be pretty bigoted. I needed something to help him get past the—”

Dean cut Ruby off. “The demon thing? It's pretty hard to get past.”

The blonde laughed. “Look at you. Tryin' to be all stoic. My god, it's heartbreaking.”

‘She’s not wrong,’ you thought. 

“Why are you telling me all this?” Dean questioned. 

“I need your help. Yours, too, (Y/N).”

“With what?” you asked. 

“With Sam. The way you stuck that demon tonight— it was pretty tough,” Ruby addressed Dean. “And (Y/N), I’ve seen you in action, too. Sam's almost there, but not quite. You need to help me get him ready for life without you. To fight this war on his own.” She walked away again. 

You were unsure why she was talking as if you wouldn’t be there to help Sam as well. 

“Ruby!” Dean called, making the demon pause. “Why do you want us to win?”

She turned back around. “Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them. I don't know why. I– I wish I was, but I'm not. I remember what it's like.”

“What what's like?”

“Being human.”

Dean looked at the ground, lost in thought, and you stared at Ruby while she disappeared from view. 

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Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Six

Poly Lost Boys x Max’s Daughter Reader

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California 1986

Maria was the one you wanted. You chose her, and you’d do what you had to to keep her. 

Whatever it took.

The sound of her laugh was the sweetest music that had ever graced your ancient ears. You threaded your fingers through hers, dissolving into a fit of giggles as she wiped ice cream from her nose. 

“I would have licked it off!” you protested with a playful pout. 

She shrugged and brushed the icecream against her nose till it was covered once more, “go ahead.” she challenged.

You raised an eyebrow and leaned in, licking the icecream off her button nose. 

Maria gagged playfully, rubbing at her nose. “You are SO gross! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” 

You doubled over with laughter, “I had to after that! You totally dared me to!” You pouted once more, “besides, is that any way to treat your girlfriend? Do I disgust you?” You threw your hand over your forehead in a dramatic display of faux offense. 

Maria mock gasped, “ah of course not darling,” her hands touched her nose with playful reverence, “I shall never wash this nose again.” 

“Ew,” your nose scrunched. 

She shoved you playfully, “you’re terrible,” she beamed. 

“You love it,” you whispered, your forehead resting on hers. 

“I do,” she whispered back, before moving to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

David’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of you and Maria, too wrapped up in each other to notice he was watching.

He blew out a harsh cloud of smoke, a terrifying smile gracing his face.

“What are we gonna do about…that,” he gestured with his cigarette, before flicking off the butt and grinding it into the dirt.

“Nothing,” Dwayne said firmly, “we’ll only drive her away if we meddle.”

David scoffed.

“Maybe he’s right,” Marko chimed in, “maybe scheming isn’t the answer? How long can she ignore the mate pull anyway, it’s only a matter of time.”

David frowned, “so what? We sit back and watch while our mate parades around the boardwalk with someone else? This is our territory Marko, it’s downright disrespectful what she’s doing.”

Dwayne sighed.

“You’ve been awfully quiet blondie,” David clapped Paul on the back as he hung to the dock railing, staring off at the waves as they crashed over the shore.

“What’s there to say?”

Marko’s face softened and he moved to Paul’s side, hooking his arm through Paul’s.

“What do you mean ‘what’s there to say?’” David frowned.

Paul shrugged.

“You’re giving up? Just like that?” David grit, “you hound us for weeks about this girl and what? You’re just done with her? She’s ours Paul.”

“I can’t…” he took a deep breath, “I can’t stand to see her look at me like she does.”

David fell silent, his arms crossed.

“It’s like that pull between us…it’s like it hurts her,”

“That’s not possible,” David muttered.

“That’s not what I meant,” Paul’s gaze met his. “I don’t wanna hurt her anymore.”

Marko’s hands traced patterns on Paul’s back as he returned to stare out at the waves.

David stomped out his cigarette. “Look, let’s just follow ‘er a bit longer and see what we see.”

“I’m done tailing her,” Dwayne said, “we can’t blackmail someone into loving us.”

“Who said that’s what we’re doing?” David moved to stand toe to toe with Dwayne, “just think of it as gathering info.”

Paul shook his head, huffing a bit, “I’m out,”

“Me too,” Marko added, not meeting David’s eyes.

The boys began to peel off.

“Do what you want David,” Dwayne placed a hand on the bleach blond vampire’s shoulder, “but look at her.” He nodded towards you, and David followed his gaze.

You were smiling brightly, unlike anytime they’d ever seen you. Your fingers intertwined with Maria’s, her lips pressed against your ear, murmuring something that made your smile grow.

“Would you really take that away from her?”

David’s jaw clenched, “we could make her ten times as happy.”

Dwayne shook his head as he walked off towards his bike. Something told him this wasn’t going to end well.

David rolled his eyes as he lit up behind a column while you, finally, kissed Maria good night.

Following the two of you had proved entirely fruitless. Your frequent public displays of affection had only served to increase his ire towards the whole situation.

He’d hate to go home empty handed and face the boys’ smug faces. He hoped that once you were alone, he’d be able to find…something. At this point, he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.

As Maria drove away, you began to stroll off.

David threw his bike a quick longing look, promising to return for it later, before following the path to your home.

As you walked the trail, David was close behind concealing himself within the trees. He was grateful you were always so lost in your own thoughts, or he was sure your heightened senses would have tipped you off to his presence by now. He smirked, being an apex predator had made you…careless.

The closer you got to your destination, the more familiar the woods seemed to become to David. He knew this path, he’d walked it countless times before.

But you couldn’t be…could you?

But when you strode up to that Max’s front door, his tall form waiting for you in the doorway, tapping his foot impatiently, David couldn’t believe his luck.

Max was your sire. He must be. Traditional, family man, ‘mates are the greatest gifts to vampire kind,’ Max.

David chuckled to himself, the beginnings of a plan forming. You had no idea what you were in for.

As the days passed, you and Maria were closer than ever. It seemed like you spent every one of her waking night hours wrapped in her arms. (Even some of the hours you were meant to be working, but what Max didn’t know certainly wouldn’t hurt him.)

It seemed like David’s gang of misfit vampires had gotten the hint too. You hadn’t seen any trace of the bikers since you’d caught a glimpse of them creeping on your date a few days ago.

Good. They should leave you be.

But when you were with Maria, happy as you were, you couldn’t help the consuming feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

You hated it.

It bubbled up in your chest, like you were going to vomit, but nothing would ever come out. It was like pressure, keeping you on edge when you should be completely at ease. ‘You’re missing something,’ it seemed to whisper, ‘you’re always going to feel this way.’

Again and again, you’d shake it off.

You preferred to lose yourself in the taste of Maria’s lips, the softness of her cheeks, the warmth of her smile.

But that feeling, it always found it’s way back.

You tried to suppress your doubts as you trekked home.

When you arrived at Max’s front door, he wasn’t waiting to greet you.

You frowned, but shrugged it off. Surely he’d just tired of your attitude towards him. You’d figured he’d take the hint sooner or later anyway.

But when you opened the door, you were met with the sight of Max sitting at his dining room table and sipping from a wine glass, full of a liquid you knew was not wine.

He gestured to the empty seat across from him, a matching glass placed in front of the chair. “Sit,” he commanded casually.

Your eyes narrowed, but you obeyed.

He took a long drink from his glass, “you have been spending a lot of time with that Maria girl.”

Your fists clenched, but you willed yourself not to react too strongly. “She’s my coworker, what about it?”

Max set his glass down. “Do you think I’m a fool?”

Your breath hitched. “What’s wrong with me dating?” You asked, “I thought you’d be happy to see me putting down roots.”

“Nothing wrong with dating,” he shrugged, “nothing wrong with dating humans, nothing wrong with dating girls…”

“Then what are we doing here?” your nails dug into your palms as you waited for his reply.

“Because there is something wrong with dating a silly human girl, when you have been blessed with mates.”

You felt like all the air had been knocked from your lungs.

“H-how did you-”

“You thought you could hide this? Please,” Max scoffed, “I have eyes everywhere.”

You were too stunned to speak.

“Do you know what I would do to have a mate?” He hissed, “and look at you, wasting what fate has decided to give you. You really are every bit the ungrateful child I thought you were.”

“So what?” Your anger threatened to spill over, “you’re going to order me not to see her? You’re going to thrall me?”

“Not quite,” Max clasped his hands together, “let me put it this way. If you refuse to break off this little dalliance with Maria, I will kill her.”

“What,” you whispered in shock.

“I’m a vampire,” he stated plainly, “I eat humans remember? As do you?” He gestured at the glass in front of you.

“I have never felt the need to apologize for what I am, and I have never been afraid to use my gifts to get what I want, just as you have.” Max reminded you.

Your mind flashed through every disgustingly wealthy man you had “dated,” drained, and discarded for all those years in Manhattan.

“That’s- it’s- that was different.”

Max hummed, “you may see it that way, but regardless, whatever you had with Maria, it’s over. If you want her to live that is. Doesn’t she have that big family to take care of?”

You pushed away from the table, storming towards the stairs. Before you started to ascend them so you could lock yourself in your room, you turned to face him.

“You’re a monster.”

Max nodded, “maybe, but my dear, so are you.”

You tore your gaze away from his, racing up the stairs and slamming your door.

“I’m only doing what’s best for you!” He called after you.

You laughed bitterly and collapsed onto your bed. For the first time in a long time, you wept.

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Can I request a embry x reader where the reader is a natural flirt and without meaning to she could make anyone even girls blush cause she’s naturally pretty and even tho embry is secure in their relationship he can’t help get jealous when the boys decide to have a little fun and flirt back

Please make it super long

You're doing your makeup, getting ready to go to Claire's birthday party.

Embry wraps his arms around you from behind. He locks his fingers on your stomach and presses kisses on your neck.

"Hey baby." You smile, putting your makeup brush down on the bathroom counter.

You look at him in the mirror. He's buried in your neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin. You lean back into him and move your hand up over your shoulder to hold onto his head.

"Baby, we have to get going." You giggle.

He pulls away and smirks, slapping your ass. "Let's go."

You step inside the Uley home. Emily is setting up the table, Sam is eyeballing the cake. At the table, Jared is scrolling through his phone wearing a balloon wrapped around his wrist and a party cone hat.

Emily looks up at you and Embry. "Thank God you're here, y/n! Please help me decorate the living room." She begs.

Embry sits next to Jared. You go in the living room and see all of the party decor laid on the couch. You lift the banner up and begin to set things up.

While you're decorating, everyone else shows up except for Emily's cousin and Claire. Kim asks you a few times if you needed help but you shrugged her off.

You go into the kitchen and grab onto Kim's waist. "What's up, beautiful?"

She blushes and leans on your shoulder. "You're beautiful." She replies.

You giggle and then sit on Embry's lap.

Kim stays standing, talking to Sam. The pack is at the table, and Emily and Rachel are standing at the door, talking about a plan on how to surprise the girl.

Embry holds onto you, and you feel a pinch on your elbow. You twist and smack Jacob.

"Ow, shit." He laughs.

"Mhm. Watch it, Black." You glare.

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You stand outside against the tree eating the dessert on your plate. You see and hear kids playing and adults talking.

"So, what are your plans for tonight?" Paul smirks.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Asshole. You roped Embry into patrolling on his ONE NIGHT available." You roll your eyes.

"What you gonna do if a vampire comes to your house?" He teases.

You widen your eyes and then get closer to him. "Guess I'll have to call you over on your night off." You giggle.

He looks down at your beauty and smiles.

Even though he's in love with Rachel, your goddess power is strong. He'd never cheat. None of them would. You wouldn't either! Thing is, you don't even know you're flirting.

Embry walks up to you two and kisses your cheek. "Bothering my girl, Lahote?"

Paul scoffs and crosses his arms. "More like, she's bothering me." He jokes.

"Uh huh, sure." You spit back.

Jared runs over to you guys. "What're you guys doing? The party is over there!" He's soaking wet from the kiddie pool and small waterslide. He has face paint on him and icing on the sides of his mouth.

"AWE! You're a cutie!" You shake his arm.

He's taken aback. "H-huh?" He asks.

Embry starts laughing. "You're like a kid." He wipes off some of the icing. "Ew." He wipes it on his shorts.

-----

Paul, Jared, and Quil are sitting in a circle talking about whatever boys do.

"You know what'd get Embry riled up?" Paul smirks.

"What?" Jared stuffs yet ANOTHER cupcake in his mouth.

"If we flirt back with y/n."

Quil and Jared look at each other with menacing faces.

"Fine. But if Embry gets mad, you're the victim." Quil pats Paul's shoulder.

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You wake up to see Embry already left to go to work. He's a mechanic with Jake and Quil. You usually bring Embry lunch along with Renesmee, but her and Jacob are actually on their honeymoon.

You get up and make his lunch. You check the time. PERFECT! You get in your car and drive to the shop. Once you get there, you get out and walk in through the garage. There's a car in there that they seem to be working on. You walk into the small door where the break room is. Quil and Embry are at the table, and they both look up at you.

"Baby!" Embry pipes up and pulls a chair out for you.

"Awe, hey, my love." You walk over and kiss his cheek. Then you move toward Quil and hug him. He hugs you back, and you look down at him. "You hungry, too?" You smile all cutely.

He nods his head with a smile, too scared to do the bet alone. But thankfully, the pack is coming here to eat with you three.

You end up giving Quil your lunch because when you leave you can eat. Not long unto lunch, the door opens and in walks Paul, Sam, and Jared.

"The gang's all here." Paul says.

You all are at the table, eating beside you, but Embry gives you some pieces of his food. You look over at Paul and see him staring at you. Without thinking, you throw a playful wink.

Paul sends one back, but it looks too serious. You don't know their bet, and you just toss his action aside. But you look at Embry, who is staring at Paul, chewing on a toothpick.

Paul chuckles, "What? How can I not flirt back? Your girl is fine." Paul says.

You raise an eyebrow and see Embry take the toothpick out of his mouth. He looks down and then chuckles. He looks back at Paul. "You're fucking dead."

Jared leans over and wraps his arm around you. "Too bad Embry doesn't like sharing such a beauty."

You inch closer to Embry in confusion.

"Alright." Embry says. He stands up and grabs Jared. He pushes him against the wall and raises his fist. "I'm not sure what's gotten into you guys, but we all know I'm stronger than you, Jared."

Quil is quick to stand up and grab Embry's wrist. "Hey, brother. They're just fucking with you."

Paul behind the guys start to laugh. Sam claps his hands once in a stern way. With that, he's telling them to stop.

Embry growls and lets Jared go. He turns around to Paul, who's still laughing.

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You're putting lotion on your legs while sitting on the bed. Embry is taking off his necklace and rings, putting them on the dresser.

"I know you don't mean it when you're flirting, but the guys pulling that shit wasn't cool." He huffs and then lays on the bed.

You put your lotion on the nightstand and then lay down beside him. "I know. It really confused me." You softly rub your thumb on his cheek.

His eyes glisten as he stares into yours. "You're so beautiful." He whispers.

You lean in and kiss him. He kisses back and pulls your body into his. You wrap a leg over his waist. He kisses you rougher, grabbing behind your knee to lift your leg higher on his waist.

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You bend over to grab the ball off of the ground that rolled to your feet. You hear whistling and look to see it's Paul.

The guys are across the yard playing soccer. You and the imprints are at the grill talking while Emily grills meat.

You see Embry push Paul. You throw the ball their direction and turn back to face the girls.

"They're still fucking with Embry, I see." Rachel laughs.

"Yeah, it's not funny." You groan.

"I'll tell Paul to stop." Rachel replies.

Kim sighs and nods her head. "Yeah, Jared told me he about killed him yesterday. I think they should stop before someone gets hurt." She sips her drink.

"They're just so immature." Emily rolls her eyes.

Once she's finished, the guys come to make their plates. But you're quick to grab the plate from Embry's hands and shoo him away to sit on the wood where you all are about to sit and visit.

"Quil, put that plate down, I can make yours, too." You smile and lay your head on his shoulder for just a second.

"Mm, a woman that can take care of her man. How fucking hot." Quil bites his lip at you.

You scoff and look at Embry. He grabs your wrist, making you drop the plate. He pulls you away from everyone.

"Get in the car." He warns.

You only back away and notice him shaking.

"Embry. Calm down." Sam says. "You guys, I demand you to stop. Now. It's not funny." He yells.

Embry phases and charges at Quil. Quil quickly phases, too. They start fighting, rolling around until they get in the woods.

"Yeah, no. Our bet is over." Jared says.

Sam charges over to them, phasing when he's close to the trees.

You breathe out and look at the girls. "Shit."

"I knew it was a bad idea." Kim thumps Jared's head.

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After a few minutes, the guys come back. They're in different clothes due to the fact that they ripped theirs.

Embry walks up to you and hovers over you. "Had to get clothes from Jacob's." He says before leaning down and pressing his lips on yours.

You kiss him back and then pull back. "Are you okay, my love?" You ask.

"Now I am." He smirks and then playfully bites your cheek, making you giggle.

[6lostgirl6]

could u do something for the lost boys with a cute and innocent gf? maybe like cat valentine or sumthin

Ingénue

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Innocent!Reader

TW: small mention of sexual innuendos, hints of possessive behavior.

You are the exact opposite of the group of vampires and they found the striking difference to be extremely attractive.

While they were clad in haunting dark colors and leather, you sported outfits that were decorated in floral patterns and pastel colors.

They were very surprised that you weren't apprehensive of them when you all met the first time.

You simply smiled sweetly with doe-like eyes and engaging in conversation with them without a care.

They knew that they had to keep you for themselves. That selfish need that consumed them prevented them from letting you go until you were offically theirs.

Your relationship with them turn heads when you all visit the boardwalk.

The image of a sweet girl spending time with a bunch of trouble-makers left many people thinking that the world was ending.

You are practically their bright and shining star that has blessed them with your love and sweetness.

Whenever a surfer nazi bothers you, they immediately are on the defensive.

Marko has no trouble starting a fight with them to get them to leave you alone.

You're theirs.

They love the sound of your voice, high-tuned that reminded them of bells.

You don't understand sexual innuendos and jokes and Dwayne slaps Paul when he tries to explain it.

David pretends he doesn't like your style and wants you to dress darker but it's only because he can't handle how delectable you look.

Dwayne has a silent yet expressive fascination with your outfits.

Whenever he would see you wearing ruffles and lace, he would quietly and gently grab the fabric and play with it with his fingers.

Paul loves the sound of your laugh and will constantly make jokes to hear it.

He also loves your expressive gestures because he does the same thing and the boys used to tease him about it.

Whenever Paul sees you dressed in bright colors, he playfully hisses and shields his eyes, yelling, "Too bright!"

Marko appreciates fashion, given that his jacket is handmade, he likes learning about your style.

Marko, the artist, has hundreds of sketches of you in your different outfits.

Every night is a new outfit, he never sees you wear the same one twice and teases if you have those specially delivered or something.

"No I made them! (^w^) ♡" You would say.

You created matching bead bracelets consisting of pastels and you all wear them. Despite, David complaining.

"Ew, what is this?" "A bracelet, I can take it back..." "No, it's mine, fuck off."

When you discover their secret, you were understanding, but had so many questions.

"Does garlic hurt? Does the sun kill you? Can you turn into a bat? Bats are so cute!!"

Your bond with them would be even tighter with them.

At times, your innocence triggers their vampiric instincts which they try desperately to control.

You're their mate, yet their instincts scream at them to pin you down and consume you in a primal urge to claim.

Best to stay away from them when they're starving or going through heat.

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[bella-goths-wife]

Night on the town

Faith x reader x James

“What did you just say?” You stood their dumbfounded as you looked at your fathers

“Your allowed back on the boardwalk” David said nonchalantly as he read his newspaper.

“Seriously?” you ask genuinely “I can go out again?”

“Yep” Marko says with a smile as he holds your cheeks “as long as you follow some rules”

“What rules?” You ask

“Well first of all, your not allowed to see that boy” David said as your face fell slightly “and you have to stay close by and let us know where your going, it’s dangerous for you to be running around especially with hunters being hired”

The mention of hunters brings a chill down your spine, you unconsciously grip marko tighter and he held you to him in an affectionate manner.

“Can I go out tonight?” You ask hopefully

“Of course sweetheart” marko says condescendingly but you choose to ignore his babying behaviour in order to have some freedom.

You thought about where you could go, and who you could hang out with. Most of your friends where associated with James so you couldn’t exactly call them. An idea popped into your head.

“Can I go to church first?” You ask hopefully “I’ll meet you at the boardwalk afterwards and I promise to be 15 minutes”

“Hmmm” David looked you up and down with his usual thinking face “15 minutes no more, go now”

“Thank you!” You jumped up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your coat and running out.

The boys shared a look before turning to David with a serious expression

“Your plan will work right?” Dwayne says with a guilty expression

“Of course it will” David says confidently “she’ll be back to her old self in no time”

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You burst through the church doors in a rush and look around. Faith was sat at the very front as she was most evenings. You rushed to her and stood in front of her while grasping her hands.

“We’re going out tonight” you say with excitement

“Excuse me?” She says confused

“Me and you” you answered “we’re going out for some fun tonight on the boardwalk”

“Oh n-no I won’t be allowed” faith says sadly as she looks to where her father stood, staring at the two of you with suspicion, you shoot him a sweet smile but he doesn’t return it.

“Your 18 faith” you crouch down to meet her eyes “he can’t stop you from going out with a friend”

“I-I can’t” faith replies quickly

You think for a moment before pulling faith up off of the pew and holding her shoulders and pulling her into a hug

“Tell him you feel sick and go home” you whisper into her ear “I’ll wait for you at your house and we can sneak you out”

“S-sure” faith agrees while blushing at your hot breath fanning over her ear, she’d do anything you’d say if you held her a little longer

Faith gains some self control and scolds herself before pulling away and going to talk to her father. She hoped she wouldn’t be in too much trouble for hugging you, her father always said that two girls shouldn’t be affectionate with each other.

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After picking up faith, you inform your fathers of your plan to go for lunch at the local diner with faith before having some fun at the fair, you left out the part of the plan where you drop by your grandfathers store to say hello. You missed him so much lately.

You and faith enter the diner and instantly gain some attention from surf nazis. They stare at you and faith as you find a booth near a window. You wave at Dwayne through the window and he smiles at your acknowledgment of him. Faith takes note of the interaction

“Friends of yours?” She asks, trying to find some conversation

“Something like that” you chuckle out as you watch Paul and marko play fight while David slapped them both around the back of the head

“Oh, is one of them your boyfriend?” Faith asks sadly, hoping that you’d say no. She wondered why she wanted you to say no

“I just don’t trust them with my new friend” she thought to herself “that has to be it”

“Ew absolutely not” you gag at the thought “they look after me”

“Oh” faith says with a smile, happy that you weren’t dating them, you were obviously too good for them.

“No my boyfriend is much more age appropriate, and he has cooler hair” you sigh as you fondly remember James, you missed him “what about you? Got a boyfriend”

Faith lets a disgusted look go onto her face at the thought of you having a boyfriend, but also the thought of her having a boyfriend

“No my father said I’m not to date outside the church” faith sighs sadly “and all the men in the church are much older than me”

“Oh that’s a shame” you say before ordering food for the two of you “do you mind if we split a milkshake? I don’t have enough for two”

“Oh yeah that sounds fine” her face heats up, wouldn’t that be a romantic thing to do? No absolutely not, girls don’t do romantic things like that together. This is strictly platonic

The two of you chat idly into the food comes, you take a sip of the milkshake and let out a huff of satisfaction as you push it to faith to get her to have some. He wraps her lips around the straw and blushes

“An indirect kiss?” She thought before shaking her head “of course not, don’t be stupid faith”

“I’m just going to the bathroom” faith excuses herself

As she gets up and walks past the surf nazis table they let out a whistle. She tries to quicken her pace but they stop her as one of them stands in front of her and blocks her path. She looks at you for guidance and you get up from the booth and walk closer to her.

“Where are you going sugar tits” one of the men let’s out crudely. Faith feels herself growing uncomfortable.

“Please can I get past” is all she said as she tried again to walk away but they block her again.

You get to her and she goes behind you and clutches your jacket while peeking over your shoulder. You stand defensively with your hand, which was currently in your pocket, clutched a pocket knife you borrowed from marko

“Ohhh I see you two are queers” the man slurs out while laughing “that’s fine by me, as long as we get to watch”

Faith feels embarrassment rush to her cheeks as they grow red, she clutches your jacket tighter in her fists and you try to give a glare that would look similar to the ones James would give.

“Back off” you say defensively “we’re just leaving now, we don’t want trouble”

“I bet you taste good sweetheart” the man slurs out as he grips your chin, you cringe at his words and his touch “am I right sugar tits?”

He goes to grab faith from behind you but you pull your arm back and punch his square in the nose. He groans as he goes to cradle his wound that had began bleeding

“I told you to back off” you snarl out “touch her again and Next time I’ll break it”

“You little bitch” the men surround you and are about to lunge at you but they stop when they hear a cough from behind them. You all turn to see your fathers standing at the entrance, they must have seen the commotion from the window.

“We’ll take it from here” David said as the men quiver in fear as you drag faith towards the door to leave

“Are you okay sweetheart?” Dwayne asks, stopping you and patting your head affectionately, he knew this stuff could be triggering for you.

“I’m fine” you answer to calm him “we’ll be at the fair, find us when your done”

You and faith exit the diner and she looks back concerned at the sounds of pain and yelling, the lights were now turned off so you couldn’t make out the figures of the men or your fathers.

“Don’t worry” you reassure her “they’ll sort it”

She looks at you as if she was going to say something but she just closes her mouth and you take her hand in yours, she blushes.

“Let’s go on some carnival rides” you say as you drag her towards the bright colours and screams of terror and glee

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After dragging faith on every ride and making her sick beyond what she thought was possible, you decided to drag faith to one more place, your grandpas store.

“Where are we going?” Faith asks through giggle as you still had her hand in yours, it felt right to her.

“It’s a surprise” you say with excitement dripping from your voice.

As you got closer to maxs store you saw your fathers, you have a nod of acknowledgment, they got the blood off at least. You didn’t want them scaring faith off.

Something else caught your eyes as well, bright curly blonde hair. James. You looked at your fathers but they didn’t make a move to stop you so you carried on, only something stopped you.

He was holding Marie, the girl who worked at your grandpas store. You had gotten to know her quite well and actually liked her since she was close to your age. He was holding her by her waist, like he always would do with you.

He moved his face closer to hers and they kissed passionately as he caressed her cheek as he always would with you. He laughed with her and you made eye contact but he just rolled his eyes and laughed at you, he was laughing at you.

This couldn’t be your James, your James was sweet. He would never mock you, he would never cheat on you. Was it really cheating if you hadn’t seen him in weeks? You never broke up with him but he probably thought you ghosted him. This was your fault

You felt your heart break slowly as you watched the boy who claimed he was in love with you passionately caress your friends and kiss her deeply all while making eye contact with you. But what hurt you the most was when he looked at her, he looked at her like she hung the moon and the stars. The way he used to look at you.

“Who’s that?” Faith asks, tugging on your sleeve.

“My boyfriend” you said bitterly “I’ve changed my mind, let’s just walk on the beach”

As you walked you began to cry, your dark makeup running down your face slowly as you let out sobs of anguish over your lost love.

Faith did her best to comfort you before sitting you on the sand and putting your face into the crook of her neck while stroking your hair.

“I’d it makes you feel any better” Faith says sweetly “I think you are way out of his league”

“Thanks” you let out a giggle through the tears “but that’s not true, he’s beautiful”

“For now” Faith corrects “but once he hits 25 his looks will have dried up, your always going to be beautiful”

“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask through a laugh at her comment, she really was making you feel better.

“Your one of the most beautiful people I know” she says while continuing to stroke your hair as you cry on her shoulder “inside and out”

“Your very sweet faith” you say as you grab her hand and stroke your thumb on her knuckles, she enjoys that gesture very much as she relaxes her body more.

“Your really brave too” she says gently “the way you defended me from those guys, id never be able to do that”

“I’ll teach you if you want” you offer with a grin “by the end I’ll have you in leather jackets and black lipstick” you tease

“I think I’ll stick to my bows and dresses thanks” she teases back playfully.

“It’s late” you state “I better walk you home”

“Oh alright” Faith replies sadly, she wanted the moment to last forever.

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As the two of you let the boys watched before Paul spoke

“Do you think it worked?” He asked

“Should have” David states “we even made sure her little friend saw it so she believed it”

“Are we sure that was the right thing to do?” Dwayne asked with a guilty tone “we always said we’d never make her see things in case it turns her crazy, and now we create a hallucination to break her heart? It doesn’t feel right”

“She’ll be fine” marko waves him off “she’s got her friend, and us of course, what more could she need to get over a little heartbreak?”

“Just make sure she never finds out” David demands Dwayne “we don’t want this to blow up in our faces”

The boys would never tell you that the real James was with max that night, training to save you. While you sobbed into your pillow over the heartbreak of first love

Hope you guys enjoyed ❤️

[justice-is-a-weapon]

In vino veritas [Dazai x gn reader]

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Chapter 9 / ?

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TW: like one suicide joke from Dazai

Me and Dazai began to grow closer throughout the following weeks. We began to meet or text almost every day, even if it was just for an hour or two. I felt truly happy in Japan. Maybe this would be the place I finally began to settle, having been a wanderer for such a long time.

As we walked the streets of Yokohama I began to lose myself in his words. He had completely bewitched me, my body and soul. He was far too interesting for his own good. I knew that I should keep my distance. That was what my whole life had been about after all. But he? He made it way too difficult for me to do so. I had begun to accept that I had grown fond of him by now. I had grown closer to Dazai and I thought he probably did too, never letting me fully see inside his mind but having me understand his certain quirks. He made an effort to have me understand him just a little bit yet not too much. So I felt like he wanted to let me in, have me closer. Especially now that our shoulders were touching, cramped under my black umbrella. It was raining cats and dogs, yet we had decided to go for our nightly stroll around the town.

We reached an alcove for shelter at some point.

“Ah fuck me. My bandages are all wet.”

I laughed at that.

“I think I might have some toilet paper left at home. You could use that. Wouldn’t look any different.”

He gave me a sour but playful look. Then he began to smirk.

Oh? OH.

Then he pushed me. Right into the rain. I had tried to keep myself dry with the umbrella the whole way here but now my hair clung to my face, wet just like my clothes. I shook my head in disappointment.

“You’re a manchild Dazai.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Nah… I’m just being fair and you are just being boring.”

I took a step forward, now standing directly in front of him but still in the rain. I looked him directly in the eyes.

“Boring?”

He leaned forward, then whispered.

“Yes.”

At that I quickly grabbed him by the hand and pulled. He began to stumble forward. Into the rain with me. His already dark brown hair was becoming even darker with the rain pouring onto it and lost part of its previous fluffyness. He had to move it out of his face with his hands.

“You son of a-“

He looked at me.

“Oh I’m gonna get you good for that!”

Dazai charged at me and I began to run. The few passerbys looked rather confused watching us goofing around and chasing each other through the rain.

Panting, we stopped at some point. The rain had slowly begun to clear up, now only being reduced to a drizzle. It had become quite late.

Dazai asked for the time. After I told him he began to speak.

“I’ve got to go now I’m afraid. Can’t have Kunikida ripping my head off. I want to do that myself. Maybe I could use-“

“Dazai. Not now.”

“Alright, alright… But yeah I have to go. Another case, y’know? Apparently a bigger thing. Something mafia related. So I won’t be getting any sleep today I guess.”

“Ah yes, the sleepless nights of Detective Dazai.”

He had to smirk at that.

“You’re the only one who calls me that.”

"Oh, am I?"

“Yes and I’m not quite sure if I like that.”

I gave a small huff.

“So what shall I call you? What title does our dear Dazai long for?”

“Ideally, I would wish to call myself ‘a good man’ someday.”

I looked at his face. There was a hint of sincerity in his eyes. Although he tried to hide it behind a sly smirk. I had a feeling being “a good man” held much more meaning to him than he’d like the world to know. He tried to have me forget this previous sentence by continuing.

“But Dazai Osamu works as well I guess.”

“Your first name is Osamu?”

“Yeah yeah, quite basic I know.”

“Well I’m German so not really basic to me. If you were you’d be named Paul. Or Jonas. Or ew you could be a Jakob.” I shuddered at the thought “Imagine your name would be Jakob.”

This made Dazai laugh. I loved Dazai’s laugh. At least when it was a sincere one. It made me believe I was doing something right for once. So now it had kind of become my personal mission to hear and make him cackle as often as possible.

We were interrupted by his phone making a noise, telling him it was time to go. He looked at me again. There was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. But I was content with this. I was happy and looking at him, he was too. That was all that mattered to me.

Dazai then took a glance to the side before speaking.

“I guess it’s time for me to leave?”

It came out as more of a question.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I don’t want to go if I’m being honest.”

“I know. But they’ll be needing you.”

I gave a sigh feeling a soft smile forming on my lips.

“And you can bet that I’ll be waiting for you and greet you with open arms once you come back.”

“Would I also be greeted with open arms now?”

Yes. You would. I got what he was probably hinting at. So I opened my arms. I didn’t know when I last hugged someone before but getting to hug Dazai felt great. Yes, he may have been still wet from the rain and we were both a bit awkward at first, not knowing where to place our hands and generally the hug didn’t last long at all, but it felt comforting. Dazai smiled afterwards.

“Bye Ophelia.”

“See you around Dazai.”

With that he turned around and left. I decided to shout after him one last time.

“Don’t catch a cold and be careful! You hear me?”

A shout from him came back.

“Yep! Will do!”

I got home with a smile on my face that day.

What I did not know however:

I would end up not seeing Dazai for two and a half months after that.

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[Hello hello! We’re going the angsty route from now on. At least for a little bit. Enjoy this last bit of fluff you got this chapter. I have the next chapter written out already so it won’t take that long. I’ll probably upload it in a week. Also please tell me you got that dark era reference. Fun fact: while searching for the ao3 chapter title “Don’t Leave Me Now” by Supertramp was playing (I was looking through some of my old vinyls at the time) and I thought “Yep that’s it. That’s the title.”]

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The Adidas Sneakers of Jacques Chassaing

Jacques Chassaing, Foreword by Peter Moore

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The definitive book on the creations, career, and legacy of one of the world’s greatest sneaker designers. Often called the father of modern running and basketball sneakers, Jacques Chassaing has shaped and influenced sports and street fashion like few designers ever will. For the first time, Chassaing reveals the story behind the forty-year career of a pioneering designer who has continually pushed boundaries and led the creation of many of the world’s most beloved sneakers. Chassaing thrills and provokes readers with his life experiences, taking them on a journey of continual evolution and revolution. We learn about those who have inspired him and meet those he has inspired. We discover what drove his design philosophy and the process behind some of the greatest sneakers and sports technology ever created: the Forum, Rivalry, Lendl, Edberg, ZX series, Predator, EQT line, Torsion, and his Porsche Design collabs, to name but a few. And we see how Chassaing’s designs have impacted modern culture and won a place on the feet and in the hearts of millions of people. This book features stories about and contributions from athletes, celebrities, and designers who have worked with and been influenced by Chassaing and his work, including Michael Jordan, Stefan Edberg, Patrick Ewing, Run DMC, Gary Aspden, Paul Gaudio, and many more.

Art directed by Peter Moore, designer of the Nike Air Jordan 1 and creator of the adidas Originals line, From Soul to Sole is a story, a statement, an experience, and a celebration of a life and career that is still impacting how we think about sneakers and street fashion design today. Jacques Chassaing is one of the most respected and admired sports shoe designers in the world.

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EW X READER X TF2 (chapter 4?)

tw: gore, thats it babes! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^~~~

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

a/

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

Y/n was on the floor, inpatiently waiting for medics arrival, y/n was siting with her knees to her chest and arms hugging her legs, something about this whole thing, the fact that y/n got shot and, hit with a bat in the back of the head that may or may not be to sivire, and the fact that her to roommates edd and tom where running around like a bombing happened. 

It was Wrong, really wrong, but y/n couldn’t help but chuckle to her self. Seeing people freak out for a dumb reason was funny.

Y/n started laughing at this as edd and tom was in a mid life crises.

“ Stop laughing! You’re bleeding your guts-out! Y/n!” edd said in turmoil wile shaking you by the arms, you winced at the pain, it hurt, and tom took notice of this and shot you a apology stare, he looked like a cute little puppy it was adorable, and so you noted to promise to tell edd AND tom about this…once I figure this out..that is!.

“WOOSHHH” the teleporter turnd as medic spawnd on it. “ oh! Hey Frau,” Medic said looking at y/n with a mad-villain face but let out a soft chuckle, y/n couldn’t help but stand up and hug him, “ oh! Medic, it’s been so long!” Y/n said suffocating her face into medics chest, then medic saw the blood on her and sighed “ Frau, stop getting into trouble, you know how many times you almost die from things like this?” He said lifting her chin to examine her bleeding head. Y/n coudint  help but mentally scream, his face, so close to hers, y/n knew he’s just doing this to check the bat mark on my head, but she still,……the only thing y/n could just do is pretend he’s going to kiss her. 

“AHHHHHHHH” a scream…from tom?

Y/n, medic,  and edd all looked at tom, “ NOT HIM!, HES THE GUY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT! T-THE GUY WHO TRIED TO CHOP OF MY H-HEAD!" tom contendid his face fell, was was scared, y/n wantind to laugh soo bad but she knew better, then to make some one feel bad.

"tom~!, stop being rude~!" edd said and continued " i told you last time!"

"yeah tom!, thats rude! " y/n said, medic loooked a bit hurt at toms statment but y/n knew it problbly did happen.

medic sighed and took out his medi gun and shoot y/n as she turnd to him.

" what will we do with them? will they stay?....i mean they alredy know too much...so they have to come with...right?" y/n whisperd to medic " vell,...i guess it wouldiint hurt?...vright?.....and i do need more test subjects soo....miss pauling wouldint mind."

he ashured to y/n seriousely. then y/n turnd to facetom and edd.

"follow me to GREATNESS!!" y/n screamd as she pushed both of her roomates to the teleporter and spawning to base.

~to be continued....maybe..~

a/n: sorry for the wait!, i got sick and couldint stop pukeing, it was crazy! so this is a peace offering for now.

[x-junwrites-x]

You Were Right There.

Paul x Reader Drabble

tw: mild blood mention

Summary: Paul had been distant with you for weeks. Work had been stressing him out, but he couldn’t share any details with you for fear of putting you at risk if anything happened. You had enough, leaving the safety of your home to go and confront him in the Red Army’s main base. You didn’t bank on nearly losing your life when you did as everything exploded around you in screaming flames. Paul could feel his heart sink as he saw the debris covering where you stood.

“Darling?!” Paul yelled, throat feeling raw as his nerves overwhelmed him, “Where are you?! Honey, answer me!” 

He sluggishly moved through the rubble encasing the entrance to one of the Red Army’s conference rooms in the main base, flames roaring around him. If he stayed any longer, he would pass out from smoke inhalation. He could already feel pinpricks digging into his palms and traveling up his arms as he failed to cover his mouth. The right-hand man had to find you.

He ignored nausea beginning to roll in his stomach. You had been right there, right there. All he could’ve done was reach out and touch you, but your argument was like a bitter slap in the face seconds before everything went dark.

If he strained his ears, Paul could hear yelling and rounds being fired out from somewhere in the collapsing base-it had been months of tailing and attempted invasion from other authorities trying to take them down. Just narrowly avoiding being corrupted from the inside out with his boss losing it constantly. 

He grit his teeth at the thought. They had a good run, he supposed.

Shaking his head, Paul stepped over split brick in haste to get to where he last saw you. The explosions that rocked the building had flung him across the room, back smacking against the cold concrete with enough force to make him pass out for a few moments. The man could feel a headache already pounding in the back of his head where his skull met the wall.

No, he had to focus. 

He could feel the bile rise in the back of his throat as he noticed a large part of the ceiling had caved in right where you had been.

“Please, where are you?!” Paul pleaded, voice cracking as violent coughs racked through him. He was an avid smoker, but this was too much for him to handle.

He was just about to lift part of the debris when a grip on his arm made him flinch hard. He whirled around, teeth bared before his eyes widened at the sight of you.

Blood seeped its way down the side of your face from a cut on your brow, flooding your vision in your right eye. You squinted at him with your good eye, looking far too relieved for someone that nearly broke his heart just moments before everything happened.

“Hey-“ you were cut off as Paul wrapped his arms around you, his strong hold tugging you further into his chest. You coughed, a weak whine leaving your throat as you clutched onto him.

He had been so distant with you these last few weeks. Touches were fleeting and tempers were short around the house-well the few times he was home. You had gone to the base to confront him about it. You certainly didn’t expect to have your life almost taken in an instant.

If it wasn’t for you scraping yourself off the ground seconds before the ceiling caved in, you wouldn’t be here.

“Paul-“

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” The flood of regret and anguish in his voice broke your resolve, your arms encasing him in a tighter hug. “I’m so glad you’re safe.” He murmured against his neck before moving back, cupping your face with shaky calloused hands. There were small cuts on the back of his hands that he hadn’t noticed until now but they were unimportant.

He had you again.

“I’m glad you’re safe too.” Your throat felt tight, giving him a wobbly smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle the way you loved so much, “We should go before anything else falls on us.” You mused, missing his long reverent gaze on you. He checked you over quickly for any other injuries, hands never leaving yours.

He may be clumsy at times at the hands of Tord and an idiot when faced with more stress from work than he could deal with. With you, however, he would not miss a single detail. 

“You’re right, let’s get out of here. This way.” He nudged you along with a protective arm slung around your waist. You could tell he was hurt, his steps faltering at times as the two of you made your way over more debris. You both coughed simultaneously as you stepped through thick clouds of black smoke, eyes stinging something fierce. It made the cut on your head that much worse as you hissed at the sudden jab of pain. 

“No matter what’s out there-I’m getting you out of here,” Paul yelled over the sound of beams catching on fire, making your heart jump. 

You were partners with a fugitive, a wanted criminal. The last thing you wanted was for him to get sent behind bars to rot-but you had to get out.

You took a breath from beneath your soot-covered sleeve, tasting the grit and smoke on it. The two of you had made it to the last stretch of hallway with one of the back exits shining like a beacon, its door still somehow undisturbed. It could be a trap for anyone that reaches the outside. There could be anything behind it.

You looked back at Paul, eyes shining. He looked determined, the bags under his eyes from the last few weeks without good sleep showing in the dying light of the fire behind you both.

“I love you.” He smiled, giving your waist a squeeze. 

“I love you.” You answered quietly, a familiar response no matter how much shit the two of you went through.

He nodded curtly, huffing before he was pulling the handle open and barging his way through with you in tow.

The end.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Uhhhh the the main 4, neighbors, and Paul and patryk with a s/o who owns a bakery please??

Edd: Always stops by to see how you're doing (and buy a pastry or two bc he wants to support your business). He'll probably buy all the cola in the fridge if you have it--even if you insist he leaves it for other customers.

Matt: Would constantly flirt with you to get a discount. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, and sometimes he'll hold up the entire line. Not that he cares, though, he wants his damn discount for dating you.

Tom: Walks in, looks around, says "lame", and walks out...only to return with cash a little while later. He'll get a pastry and just sit down in the café area. He actually enjoys it. It's a nice change of scenery compared to the rowdy bars and noisy arcades.

Tord: At first he didn't care too much for your business, but ends up making a blueprint for a robot coffee machine waiter (like Coffee from Desolate Hope but taller). It's still in the works though you're glad he supports what you do.

Eduardo: Visits to get coffee and that's it. He might occasionally put a few bucks in the tip jar but won't ever admit it's him. You see it though and might flirt with him openly to embarrass him in front of the other customers.

Jon: Would take your entire stock bc he loves you and supports your business that much. Whenever he has a bad day you'll give him a free doughnut or something to cheer him up (though you warn him not to expect that all the time).

Mark: Usually stops in after work often to get tea or biscuits or both. Like Matt he'd flirt with you to get a discount, but not as often and usually he succeeds. He leaves good tips.

Paul: Always finishes his smokes outside before going in bc he respects your "no smoking" sign. He'll usually grab something to go or for Red Leader. Bonus points if you got any Dutch pastries in stock.

Patryck: Orders the same stuff as Paul would, whatever it might be. Usually you'll have something already prepared for his next flight.

[glamoureddreamer]

I’m sorry

Eddsworld (Future Tord x Reader)

Warnings: Self harm, dark themes, blood/gore, bruises, dark thoughts (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

If you or a loved one has been suicidal thoughts or actions in anyway please get help from one of the multiple help hotlines. You matter and you deserve help. Thank you everyone, have a great day and know whatever your going through gets better <3

Translations at the bottom

(Y/n) knew it was a stupid reason to be upset but it didn't stop her mind at all. She had woken up late and was mean to everyone because of it, she didn't have time to put on makeup which only made it worse. Not to mention she forgot her keys and was locked out of her office.

(Y/n) knew that she didn't have a reason to be upset at everyone else, she knew it was only her fault. So why was she still mad at them? Why did she want to scream at them? They didn't deserve it, if anything she does. 

(Y/n) was in the bathroom -in a stall- just staring at the wall that separated the other stalls. It was a brick wall, painted a very pale red to fit the aesthetic of the building. It was probably cold, it probably would feel good on her boiling skin.

(Y/n) stomps her foot and bends over grabbing her hair. She grinds her teeth trying not to scream and keep it all in, her mind only reminding her of why she should be upset. 

It was too much, (Y/n) straightens herself and punches the wall, there was a sickening crack. She does it a few more times until her mind was slowing down. She stands there staring at the wall, it was bloody. Her knuckles were probably bloody too, she couldn't bring herself to look. Shame burned throughout her, Tord would be upset.

They didn't do anything wrong.

You're a terrible person.

Why are you like this? 

Why can't you be normal?

All you do is hurt people.

God your Pathetic.

You deserve this.

Tears well in her eyes, and she slams her back against the other wall and slides down it. (Y/n) brings her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around them, she then hides her face. (Y/n) starts to cry not caring who heard. As she cried the pain in her hand started to become more intense, it was throbbing. The pain was supposed to make this all stop! Why isn't it stopping!? Why can't the emotions stop!?

A cold mental hand was placed on her shoulder. She jumps her tear-stained face looking up. 

It was Tord. (Y/n) felt her body relax only making her cry harder. 

She felt guilty that he had to deal with this again, she felt so weak she couldn't do it on her own. She knew he would be upset that she hurt herself.

(Y/n) allows herself to be pulled into Tords lap, his chest was to her back. Tord sets his chin on her shoulder and takes her hands gently in his.

He looks them over, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. 

"You're lucky, it doesn't look or feel like it's broken, but you might need to put a bandage around it, the bruises don't look promising," Tord tells her gently, he made sure to watch his tone so as not to trigger her more.

(Y/n) kept sobbing, she began to gag on her sobs.

"Shhhhh, it's okay min kjærlighet. I'm not mad, it's okay everything's fine min kjærlighet, but you need to calm down." Tord hums in thought, he grabs his phone with an open hand and plays a random playlist. A Norwegian slow love song came on, Tord smiles it was perfect.

"Min kjærlighet, can you focus on my voice?"

Tord runs her fingers through her hair, he rubs her back with his other hand. She nods a little, still crying.

Tord begins to quietly sing the love song, he continues to run his fingers through her hair.

(Y/n) slowly zones out to the sound of Tords beautiful voice singing in his native language. As her mind tried to decipher what he was saying, she calmed down.

"There is min dronning," Tord kisses her cheek. "What happened, min kjærlighet?"

"...too much too quickly." (Y/n) mumbles "I'm sorry."

"Min kjærlighet, you have nothing to be sorry for." Tord peppers kisses all over her cheek going down to her neck before coming back up to her cheek.

"Tord, I'm serious though." She tells him.

"I am also." He smiles.

"You shouldn't have to deal with this, I should be capable enough to handle my emotions." She says angrily. "On my own... without hurting myself.."

She trailed off looking down at her bleeding knuckles. Tord takes her hand and rubs the back of her hand, being mindful of the open cuts.

"Min dronning, there is nothing wrong with needing help and I love helping you. No, you don't need to be strong enough, because you already are. This is very hard work and you have been alone and too strong for far too long and it is not fair." Tord tells her kissing her cheek "So allow yourself to rest and let it all out, I am here for you and I will always protect you."

(Y/n) turns around to face him, their chests down pressed against each others. She was crying again.

"What did I do to deserve you?" Tord lifts his non-robotic arm and gently wipes her tears.

"You were strong and got through it." She smiles and hugs him tightly. Tord hugs her back, he gently rocks her. They stay like that for a while, (Y/n) yawns. 

"Do you want to take a day off with me? We can just cuddle and watch movies." Tord asks, and she nods tiredly. She yawns forcing her exhausted body to get off of Tord.

"Good." Tord picks her up bridal style. She gasps in surprise. He grins carrying her out of the bathroom.

Paul and Patryk were there guarding it.

"Having emotions is tiring." She mumbles cuddling against Tord in his arms.

"I know it's min dronning, but I have you and I will always help you." Tord presses a kiss to her forehead, he looks up at Paul and Patryk.

"You can both have a day off, me and min dronning will be in my room," Tord tells them, both men nod in understanding and walk away.

"I love you Tord." 

"I love you more (Y/n)."

~~~

Translations

"Min kjærlighet"- My love

"Min dronning"- My queen