#give me somewhere to sit you heathens

[vermin-fangs]

Not enough random benches for me to sit and read books between bike rides. Im just going to start sitting in somebodies yard until they put a bench

[raekensluver]

nightfall temptations (introduction)

introduction, part one

description: breaking up with your boyfriend, ethan landry, was too easy. he was too understanding, and now you're discovering why.

pairing: dark!toxic!ex!ethan landry x fem!reader

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, dark content, mentions of typical scream violence,

song rec: heathens by twenty one pilots- "you'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. you'll never know the murderer sitting next to you."

w.c: 790+

an: i miss the magic of halloween from when i was a kid.

"come on, just one more block," you murmur to yourself as your phone buzzes for the fifth time that night. the sidewalks of new york city are eerily empty, the neon lights flickering in the quiet, casting an eerie glow on the deserted storefronts. the cold air whispers around you, carrying the distant echo of a siren and the occasional rustle of a forgotten newspaper dancing in the gutter. you fumble in your pocket, fishing out the device that's become a second source of anxiety.

the screen lights up with a familiar unknown number, the same one that's been taunting you for weeks. your gut tells you to decline the cal and maybe he'll leave you alone, but curiosity and fear compel you to swipe the screen. "hello?" you whisper, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it's a wrong number this time. instead, the all-too-familiar static fills your ear, the kind that makes your skin crawl.

a chilling voice, digitally distorted yet eerily human, echoes through the line. "hello baby," ghostface says, his tone mocking and playful. "aren't you just lovely tonight?" your heart races as your eyes dart around the empty street, searching for any sign of movement. he must be watching, but from where?

you grip the phone tighter, your knuckles white with tension. "what do you want from me?" you demand, trying to sound braver than you feel. the static hums for a moment before he speaks again. "oh, i just like to keep tabs on my favorite little scream queen," he teases, a sadistic chuckle following his words. "now tell me, what's your favorite scary movie?"

you quicken your pace, the cold wind stinging your cheeks as you struggle to maintain composure. "leave me alone," you say firmly, your voice shaking slightly. you can almost feel his presence closing in, his shadow looming somewhere in the dark alleyways. "or what?" he taunts, "you'll call the cops? they're busy with the real horrors of the city, not playing hide and seek with me."

his words hit a nerve, making you realize the futility of seeking help. your hand clutches the phone so hard you're surprised it doesn't crack. "what do you want?" you repeat, desperation seeping into your tone. the line goes silent, except for the heavy, deliberate breathing that sends chills down your spine.

you don't notice the turn you've made until it's too late. the bright lights of the main street give way to the stark darkness of an alley. your eyes strain to adjust as the buildings lean in closer, the bricks pressing down on you like a tomb. your footsteps echo off the damp walls, echoing through the narrow passage. you're no longer sure if you're moving away from safety or straight into his arms.

the alley opens up into a small, dimly lit courtyard. the moon casts a ghostly pallor over everything, making the shadows dance and twist. that's when you see him for the first time, standing in the center, his iconic ghost face mask gleaming in the moonlight. your heart leaps into your throat.

his posture is strangely familiar, the way he holds his knife at his side, casual yet threatening. something about his stance, the tilt of his head, it's all too…personal. your mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle of who's could be behind the mask. you know this character. you've heard about the killings on the news by someone in a ghostface mask and from your friends about how the 'stab' movies were based on the killings that took place almost thirty years ago. and now, you're seeing him standing in front of you. just looking at him sends a cold shiver down your spine, the kind that makes your hair stand on end.

you look like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in terror. ghostface takes a step closer, his boots clacking on the cobblestone. "now, now, don't go anywhere," he coos, as if you had anywhere to go. your legs feel like jello, threatening to give out beneath you. "we're just getting started."

you whimper, unable to hold it in. your eyes dart around the courtyard, avoiding the cold, dead gaze of the mask. that's when you notice his shoes, a pair of worn-out sneakers with the laces undone. something about them seems…off. they don't match the rest of his outfit, which is a mix of dark clothing that blends with the shadows. the sneakers seem almost…ordinary. a strange detail in the chaos of the moment that somehow makes him more real, more terrifying.

that's when the realization hits you like a punch to the gut. you've seen those shoes before, countless times, in a place you never thought you'd associate with fear - your ex's apartment.

you swallow hard, trying to push down the bile rising in your throat as you call out, "ethan?"

edited 1.1.24

[sweetmusingss]

“It’s exciting to me. Coming from someone who has trouble feeling comfortable or at ease pretty much anywhere outside of her house, it means a lot that your diner can bring me that comfort. I know it probably sounds stupid but I actually am able to feel relaxed there. I just love the atmosphere,” I say, taking another sip of my water. “I miss performing and I miss feeling connected with my fans but I don’t ever want to go back to L.A. Everyone made me feel horrible about myself and it’s just a reminder of how wrong things went for me..,” I swallow hard, spacing out for a moment. “I like that you don’t know much about me and that you don’t feel the need to google me or stalk my social media. Not that I use it anymore. I wish I could google you though. Read more about your diner and the mystery man who owns it,” I smile softly at you, the conversation feeling a bit too heavy for me and feeling the need to take the attention off of me.

Seb didn’t want to open up to you too much, wanting to keep an illusion of mystery surrounding him, but he did feel genuinely touched that you felt so safe and comfortable at his diner. That was the goal he was aiming for when he started it, wanting everyone to feel comfortable there. “I don’t blame you for never wanting to go back there. That place is full of heathens with their California beach food and fucking sushi and green shit juice. I’ve never been, but I have no interest in ever going.” Seb wasn’t very well traveled; he was born in Romania and lived there for a few years, sure, but ever since moving to Stars Hollow when he was a kid, he never left. He didn’t really go anywhere else after that, content on staying there and putting down some roots... well, that was his intention anyway. Seb let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t have any social media so good luck googling me. I think the most you’d find is some national spelling bee I won when I was 10... other than that, I am completely off the grid besides that little article they wrote about me and the diner. I wanna keep it that way.”  

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Frank smiled softly at you, finding all your questions to be beyond adorable. He loved that you seemed eager to go and he couldn’t wait to have you by his side all night. It felt good to be going to something that his friends were at knowing that he wasn’t going to be completely alone for once. He hated the way everyone looked at him after his ex broke up with him and he couldn’t wait to shut everyone up. “I have a car coming to get us. It’s about a half hour away. And yes, there will be free drinks and free food,” he smiled softly at you, kissing your forehead gently. “The car will be here any moment now. Are you ready to head out, beautiful?,” he asked you, staring fondly back at you. He was feeling really nervous for tonight but he was excited to be going somewhere with you. It felt like a real date to him and he wondered if you considered this like a real date, too. He wanted to be able to do things with you and see you outside of the club. He hated that he had so little time with you. He understood it was probably hard for you to open yourself up to him completely but he just hoped that you would give it a chance.

I smile wide when he says that there would be free food and alcohol, “Gonna be the highlight of my entire year, then.” I giggle, humming happily and letting my eyes flutter closed as he kisses my forehead, loving the intimacy of it. I nod as he asks if I was ready, getting that nervous swooping in my stomach as if I was on a rollercoaster that was about to drop, but I try to push it to the back of my mind. I take his hand in mine, letting him lead me out of the house, both of us saying goodbye to the dogs who were all sitting peacefully - albeit, poutily - in their crates before heading out to the car that Frank had waiting for us. My jaw drops a bit, expecting just a basic Uber or Lyft to be waiting but nope, it was a full-on blacked out SUV like the ones I saw on the streets of NYC which were chauffeuring celebrities and wealthy people around. “Holy shit, you’re so rich...” I bite my lip as he leads me over to the car, climbing in as he opens the door for me, the inside being even nicer than I expected. I felt so far out of my depths, feeling like such a phony, knowing he deserved some wealthy, intelligent woman on his arm at this party, not some lowlife stripper who barely finished high school. 

[kindred-spirit-93]

aight part 2 (theyre all long aha im sorry XD) enjoy

BRIGHT

the pain in my wrist was excruciating. i could barely keep my face straight. slightly out of breath and with chiron on my heels (i felt guilty for ages after that. it really wasnt all that bad, but i was grateful he cared i suppose. but mostly guilty.) i reached the infirmary in one piece, aware of my surroundings but only just.

i think it was the strong smell of disinfectant that i registered first. the early morning light pouring in from the windows, and the soft sound of music, specifically a string instrument, and light chatter followed. too bright was all i could think of. even brighter than it was outside.

it was all well and nice, but i was bleeding and really wanted to collapse in a dark corner somewhere. and maybe sleep forever, i thought darkly. i all but physically swatted the notion away. brood later, i told myself firmly. i was feeling quite helpless and turned around to see if there was anywhere i should go, a first aid station or something. anything.

instead, i met another patients eyes. she was standing not too far away from where i was, nursing a very bloody nose. i didnt mean to look for too long, but good grief that was more blood than i thought a nose could spurt. i hope it wasnt too serious.

i flinched when someone lightly tapped on my shoulder. a blond young man in a white coat extended a hand. his left to be specific. i blanked, completely forgetting why the hell i was here in the first place and instead frowning at the stranger who wanted to shake my hand of all things. and his left hand? what was the world coming to?

whether it was the blood loss or my usual scatterbrained self, it took me a solid minute to realise that the stranger, who seemed to be in a good mood (how can anyone smile this early in the morning?) wanted to see my hand and evaluate the damage. not shake it. how i graduated top of my class i will never know.

FUZZY

looking back, our friendship was unlike any other ive ever had. never taking a single pattern or conforming to a single mold, but branching out and blurring lines into something soft and warm and comforting.

she always laughed when i compared it to soup, calling me a heathen for preferring it out of a mug, to which i replied with a pillow to her face. with her i felt a happiness i thought id never feel again.

we bonded a lot over music, which is a given with any child of apollo, but in my case i was exploring what i liked while she relaxed by singing along or playing something of her own.

it was a particularly rainy day and we were stranded, so to speak, in my room. i had borrowed chirons gramophone and my favourite jazz records, and breakfasted on cakes and tea. oh what i wouldnt give to relive that morning again.

she was at my desk writing in her journal and i had decided to practice some stitches while sitting at the foot of my bed. it was maybe an hour later i got up to stretch and thought to break the silence. i tried to call her but the only noise that left my throat was a hum. she hummed in response a moment later and i chuckled. we transcend language i joked to myself.

the rain pattering on the window, the low humming of whatever love song was softly playing, the comfortable silence that had blanketed us. the fuzzy warmth was enough to make me cry. instead i took a moment to articulate everything i was feeling. content. bittersweet. safe. nostalgic. home. finally at peace. alhamdulillah.

PRETTY

the air was crisp, not enough to warrant an extra layer, but cool nevertheless. i checked my reflection before leaving and was quite taken aback. why you could pass for a functioning member of society i teased. rolling my eyes at my antics i left without a second glance.

i dont avoid mirrors per se, but i dont seek them out either. i saw a lot of mama in me, the way her eyes crinkled when she smiled, her features, her death glare. and the similarities only became more apparent with time. i was still me of course, but at a certain angle i was an exact copy. and it hurt, despite the pride that came with it.

my aunt had insisted on buying me something for my birthday, so i meekly accepted (as if i had a choice) and picked out something slightly more special than id typically wear. and by special i mean embroidered sleeves. im too practical. just like a certain someone, i thought fondly. mama would have liked it too i think. although the tag said it was grey i only saw mint. and she liked green so that was that.

come day of the dance, a one time thing thank God, i started to have second thoughts. it was much too late of course to back out, but i entertained the thought anyway. i was going to be in the vicinity of people. a fate worse than death indeed. why did i ever agree to this?

sadly my wallowing in self pity had to be cut short. i could do feelings later, for now there was work to be done. not the best approach i know, but what can i say, im extremely practical.

i was a liitle early, chiron had said hed arrive soon. i cleared my throat, the chatter died down, and all eyes were on me. shit. "good evening everyone!" a few grumbles greeted me back.

"chiron will be here momentarily, uh, but before that a few words." my gaze swept the entire hall. demigods dressed in their best and looking for a night of calm and fun after an extremely rough storm. my heart went out to all of them. "tonight is a celebration for all that you have achieved thus far in your journeys, be it in camp or out, in loving memory of those we lost along the way, and of course to strengthen bonds and forge new ones." God why was everone holding their breath? how i havent i been pelted with tomatoes yet?

"being a demigod isnt easy, nor will it get any easier, but the least we can do is make the most of what moments of peace and happiness we are given." my gaze once again swept the room, settling on no one in particular, but i had a few in mind.

"from my heart of hearts i wish each and every one of you the best in life wherever and whatever it may be. take care of yourselves and of each other, and never lose sight of whats important to you."

i flinched at the sudden roar of applause i was faced with. was dionysus standing behind me with barrels of 'sparkling grape juice'? nope. apparently it was still only me. i never wanted to be curled in my blankets and as far away as humanly possible from the limelight so much in my life.

chiron thankfully had arrived just as the noise died down, and i recited the last of what i rehearsed for the night before he took over. "since tonight is a break for everyone, i am keen for everyone to have a good time, but fair warning, too much 'fun' and youll be dealing with me." chiron was busy examining the ceiling, a small smile on his face.

"im taking the infirmary shift tonight and unless you want an obituary in your patient records you will behave." dead silence. good. they were all too young for alcohol and it wasnt allowed in camp, but i trusted no one. "that said, have fun." there was a whoop and some cheers. i grinned at their enthusiasm.

....

the rest of the night went smoother than a hot knife through butter. it was a great success and everything went as perfectly as it could. the hard work had payed off and i was extremely happy and morbidly embarassed as campers greeted and thanked me on their way out.

one of the earliest couples to leave were a certain nico and will, but not before saying hi. will had stammered something about being the prettiest, much to nicos disgust. i studied the floor with great detail in attempt to shove down the unholy shriek of laughter threatening to escape. nico told me what had happened with persephone over breakfast once and i exhaled my coffee through my nose.

and then he straightened up as if remembering something. i noticed it immediately and was grateful i prepared myself before hand. "about tonights shift.." he started.

"i will see to everything i promise you have absolutely nothing to worry about". i cut him off before he could come up with an excuse to overwork himself half to death.

"but-"

"absolutely not. you will take tonight and all of next week off, its been arranged. now go enjoy what time you have left before curfew. its till midnight today only as a treat." will was not having it, and it was quite funny. he seemed to argue the concept and not the case, but i couldnt be sure, nico was half dragging him out already.

"shan't. im head medic and i wont be going against schedule. you cant make me" i raised my eyebrows in amusement. using titles are we? this was too good. there was no way he was serious.

but he was. were going to have to work on that later, i thought grimly. i sighed. nico sighed. the world took a collective sigh.

"right, listen here solace." nicos smirked and will looked mortified. reality was finally settling in. i nearly felt sorry for him. but i didnt.

"you arent going against schedule, i already said id arranged it before hand. kayla and austin insisted on a few extra days off for you and who was i to resist?" he muttered something about treason and treachery. and i held down a smirk.

"and besides," my eyes glinted for emphasis. a child of hades thing if you will. "my camp councellor's orders are equal to your own and its very well within my power to override them when i see fit." will gasped and nico grinned wickedly. i gave him some time to recover and turned to nico, asking if hed gotten my last batch of pastries. he said he did and compared them to his nonna's baking. the highest praise i could ever hope to recieve. tonight couldnt get any better if it tried.

"of course i wont make you do anything, but i suggest for your well being and mine that you comply and enjoy some well earned peace and quiet." i gave him a rueful smile, and on cue nico tugged at wills sleeve and let his best puppy eyes do the the rest. i gagged and he gave in to defeat. or was it despair? i forget which.

peer pressure really does work wonders, i thought while waving them off. grinning, i wondered what diana would have made of the pair.

the END thank frick this was exhausting but so much fun omg. heres what i had in mind for hilal lol (its giving wattpad ;-;)

if youre still here thank you sm for reading, i hope i didnt outdo ebony dark'ness dementia raven way with the descriptions lol

thoughts and comments are welcome! ill be taking a break for 2 weeks ish and will resume maybe then bc i have exams. see yall :)

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Rules: post excerpts of your WIP that include the given words!

Wow, I'm finally doing this game where I just have one tag to go through! This shouldn't be nearly as long!

I'll ignore I don't say again like that to make it rhyme

Rain - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

As we came closer, I could see a chunk of metal about two feet in diameter. Only, it didn’t seem rusted at all. We’d talked about how oxygen reacted with metals and rusted them in science class, and I found it super cool but couldn’t remember if all metals rusted or not. This was either a normal occurrence or something irregular, and I didn’t know which one it was! Wait, maybe it had something to do with rain…. Does it rain here? Is that important!? Agh, it bothered me that I couldn't remember.

Mainly coming from me realizing a beginning of year sixth grader may not know this part of chemistry.

Pain - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

I tried to sit on the grass to contemplate everything when I hit something hard. I cried out in pain and shot up, rubbing the now-sore spot—feeling awkward even though no one was around. I turned to see what I hit and jumped when I saw millions of colors shoot up from the ground. I looked around and watched the endless field disappear from view.

Did you know in the previous draft, Lexi hit her head? Ouch.

Drain(ed) - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Ash POV)

With the couches, kitchen, and center of the living room all taken, all the kids were forced to sit in the corners. Hannah was practically in the hallway standing next to Reyna and Adrian’s daughter Rachel. Mikey was with Rachel’s brother Hunter sitting under the kitchen counter. And I stood in the corner with Amanda (Hunter and Rachel’s middle-sibling), and Charlie (Aurora and… Randall’s daughter). I felt trapped as the overload of conversations weighed on my ears. I had to focus my attempts to remember everyone’s name and relation all day, and I was drained. It didn’t help that I had to suppress my telepathic abilities, lest I go insane. My brain felt itchy. Too much information, almost.

Ash having an extended family gathering over here and is not enjoying it.

Again - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Maddie POV)

I rocked back and forth on my feet. Kelsey and Hye-Jin were running later than usual. I yawned to myself as I fiddled with Wilfredo in my hands. My tongue ran over my teeth, and I wished once again March would come sooner so I could get my braces off.

Wilfredo is Maddie's amigurumi tiger!

Alright that was a lot shorter. I miss this. I feel free.

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[sabersandsnipers]

Fever (Part 2 of Hotter than Hell)

A/N: Here it is, you filthy heathens. 

Read Part 1 Here

The bickering between Steve and Robin is the only thing keeping you from rolling out of the car out of anxiety from last night. Eddie sits next to you in the back seat, and the two of you have barely spoken a word. You still don’t know if he was aware of what happened last night, but you still slept in the same bed regardless, leading to the awkwardness between you two. 

Robin has the AC cranked on high, and you’re grateful, because every time you think about Eddie and his body pressed up against you, you begin to sweat again. You’re not sure what to do at this point. Do you tell him what happened? Will it ruin your friendship? You want him to be more than a friend, but some part of you is scared to try to take that step. Eddie means a lot to you, and you don’t want to risk completely losing him from your life by admitting your feelings. Which by the way are getting harder and harder to hide after last night. 

You’re certain Eddie notices the redness of your cheeks, and the way you fidget in your seat. You pretend you’re reading, but really, your mind is racing with other thoughts. 

Then “Fever” starts playing over the radio, and your heart drops. The lyrics take you right back to last night. To the sweat causing your shirt to cling to your chest. To the hardness of Eddie against your back…

You risk a glance at him, and he’s looking at you. He gives you a warm smile. It alleviates some of the stress you feel. But you still avert your gaze, unable to look him in the eye for too long. 

About 20 minutes later, Steve announces that he has to pee. Everyone in the car makes sure to thank him for that information. He stops at the closest rest area, and you’re grateful for the chance to stretch your legs and avoid Eddie some more. 

You’re at the sink in the bathroom killing time until you have to get back in that car when you hear the door open. You expect Robin to enter and run to a stall, but instead you see Eddie slipping in. Your breath hitches. 

“Eddie! What are you doing? This is the women’s room!” you exclaim. You rush over and attempt to shove him outside. He doesn’t move. 

“Hold on, sweetheart. I need to talk to you.” He closes the door behind him. 

Your pulse quickens. “Why?”

“Because you’ve barely looked at me all day. What did I do wrong?” His eyes are sad, and it kills you. 

You hesitate, uncertain of how to respond. 

“Is it because of last night?” His voice lowers, and he leans into you. 

“I, uh,” you begin to stumble, unsure of how to break to him what happened. “You may have pulled me against you while you were sleeping…” 

“Oh,” he says. His expression doesn’t say he’s humiliated, but the worst part is yet to come. 

“And you had a hard on,” you add quickly, looking to the floor. 

You hear his breath catch. “Oh,” he says again, more emphasis added. 

If you could just melt into the tile beneath you and disappear, you would. You play with your fingernails in an attempt to avoid Eddie’s gaze, unsure of what to say. 

Luckily, he speaks up. “Sorry about that. But if it makes you feel any better, it meant nothing. It’s just part of being a guy.” 

You can’t help the twinge of disappointment within you. It meant nothing. There. You can get over yourself now. 

Eddie notices the tweak in your expression. “Unless…you wanted it to mean something.” 

Panic grips you. You want to backtrack, to lie to him and say you only see him as a friend. But he’s sees right through you. 

“Eddie,” you start. “You mean so much to me. And I guess somewhere along the way I started wanting something more. Something more intimate, whatever that may be.”

He just stares at you, and you want to disappear again. His expression is blank. 

“I’m sorry about making it awkward. But you deserve to know.” You start to move past him, but he grabs you by the arm and pulls you against him. 

His lips are on yours, and your skin feels like it’s on fire. Heat rushes through you like never before. Your tongue traces along his lower lip, wanting to take in every taste of him. One of his hands has found its way to your waist, its grip hard. You’re sure his rings will leave divots in your skin. 

You gasp against his lips as his hand snakes up your spine and grabs the back of your neck, giving him control. You still want more. You want his skin against yours, You want his hands to roam your body. 

He can feel your need to go farther, and he disappoints you by pulling away. You’re both breathless. His hands are still on you though, your body tingling beneath his touch. 

“You’re breathtaking, sweetheart, but I don’t want our first time to be in a public restroom. I want to make sure I can take my time with you,” he says lowly, a smirk on his face. 

His words ignite you all over again. You nod in agreement, kissing him one more time before you have to face the outside world, knowing you’ll have to hide this from Robin and Steve. They would never be able to shut up about it.

Eddie opens the door for you, motioning his hand for you to walk through. You’re met with the wide eyes of Robin and Steve. You stop in your tracks. Eddie tenses behind you. The four of you all stare at each other. 

So much for keeping it a secret.

[x-i-l-verify]

[ A playlist for the Torturer, the Prisoner, and the Warden, the various ways they irrevocably broke themselves and each other within the obsidian walls of Pandora’s Vault, and the malignant, toxic, dysfunctional bond that inextricably intertwines the three of them together. ]

(Full tracklist below the cut)

~

Intro: Dramatis Personae 

1. “A Rain of Brass Petals (Three Voices Edit)” by Akira Yamaoka [“I am the first / A shadow at the end of the hallway / I spin the carousel, the laughter recedes away / (...) I am the second / Alone in a faceless crowd / A human caught in monochrome dreams / (...) I am the third / A master / a sentinel of awakeness”]

2. “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots (First to Eleven Full Band Rock Cover) [“You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you / You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you / You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" / But after all I've said, please don't forget / All my friends are heathens, take it slow / Wait for them to ask you who you know / Please don't make any sudden moves / You don't know the half of the abuse”]

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Act I: The Torturer

3. “Guns & Roses” by Paradise Lunch

4. “Eyes on Me (Vox’s Song)” by Paranoid DJ [“I'll corrupt, manipulate, control what they see / I am the master of obscuring through our technology / I'll sell your every single weakness back to you for a fee /  Don't be a fool and stand there droolin' / Get those eyes on me / Take a chance, play my game, get the rush in your veins”]

5. “Chandelier” by Sia (Spanish cover by Kevin Vasquez)

6. (@ the Warden) “The Pit” by Silversun Pickups [“ I'm sure you recognize my noise and you heard about the Pit / Been told to be afraid of everything that lives within / But it's much worse where you are / So will you go for it? / I have a feeling you might / Feeling you might / Somebody somewhere / Will clean out your wounds / With dirty fingers / We'll bury the lie”]

7. (@ the Warden) “Addict” by Silva Hound (NateWantsToBattle feat. Leeandlie cover) [“So what if I misbehave? / It's what everybody craves / You already know / So come if you're feeling brave / And fancy yourself a mate / You want it, I got it, see what you like? / We could have it all by the end of the night / Your money and power, my sinful delight / A hit of that heaven and hell, a hell of a high”]

8. (@ the Prisoner) “Eyes on Fire” by Blue Foundation [“I'll seek you out / Flay you alive / One more word and you won't survive / And I'm not scared / Of your stolen power / I see right through you any hour / (...) I'm taking it slow / Feeding my flame/ Shuffling the cards of your game”]

9. (@ the Prisoner)  “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps [“I'm the fucking king of the world / Get on your knees / I'm the fucking king of the world / Do as I please / So get up and get out and I'll show you / What it means for me to control you”]

10. “Magnum Bullets” by Night Runner feat. Dan Avidan  [“Running in shoes that shine / With blood that isn't mine / A stinging trophy of the battles I've survived / No longer I defend / The choices I pretend / Could make amends that heal the loss of precious time / My conscience paralyzed / Against the rising tide / Of haunting memories that drown a wasted life”]

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Act II: The Prisoner 

11. “Wybie” by Bruno Coulais

12. “Nightmare” by Halsey [“Kindness is weakness, or worse, you're complacent / I could play nice, or I could be a bully / I'm tired and angry, but somebody should be /  (...) Someone like me can be a real nightmare, completely aware / But I'd rather be a real nightmare than die unaware”]

13. “Therapy” by All Time Low [“In a city of fools I was careful and cool / But they tore me apart like a hurricane / A handful of moments I wished I could change / But I was carried away / Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty / But I'm smiling at everything”]

14. (@ the Torturer) “The One Who Laughs Last” by Downplay [“I am used to these black eyes / To be bruised, antagonized / But it overwhelms my mind / To believe that I called you a friend / This knife that's in my back keeps twisting / Anxiety attacks”]

15. (@ the Torturer) “Skyscraper” by Demi Lovato (David Hodges cover) [“Would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed? / All my windows still are broken / But I'm standing on my feet / You can take everything I have / You can break everything I am / Like I'm made of glass / Like I'm made of paper / Go on and try to tear me down / I will be rising from the ground / Like a skyscraper”]

16. (@ the Warden) “Hurricane” by 30 Seconds to Mars [“Tell me, would you kill to save a life? / Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right? / (...) No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget / No matter how many lives I live I will never regret / (...) Do you really want? Do you really want me? / Do you really want me dead or alive to torture for my sins?”] 

17. (@ the Warden) “Saints” by Echos [“You were standing there like an angry god / Counting out my sins just to cross them off / Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust / And that my blood couldn't keep you / My dear, you're not so innocent / You're fooling Heaven's gates / So you won't have to change / You're no saint, you're no savior”]

18. “Sleep” by My Chemical Romance [“A drink for the horror that I'm in / For the good guys and the bad guys / For the monsters that I've been / Three cheers for tyranny / Unapologetic apathy / 'Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again  / And through it all, how could you cry for me? / 'Cause I don't feel bad about it / (...) The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen”]

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Act III: The Warden 

19. “Theme from Ameteria” by Jack Wall 

20. “I Stand Alone” by Bryan White [“I know the sound of each rock and stone / And I embrace what others fear / You are not to roam in this forgotten place / Just the likes of me are welcome here / Everything breathes / And I know each breath / For me it means life / For others it's death / It's perfectly balanced / Perfectly planned”]

21. “The Strength to Go On” by Rise Against [“Our shoulders bear an awful weight / But still we trudge on just the same / Our colors run then leave a stain / They blacken our once honest name / How can we argue, tell me / Over the fury and the fire / How many times can we tell you that we / Are not like you”]

22. (@ the Prisoner) “I Know Where You Sleep” by Emilie Autumn [“I know the sickening thoughts that slither around your head / I know the gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed / Manipulate me if you can, go on and fool me like your biggest fan / (...) You play the victim very well / You build yourself indulgent hell / You wanted someone to understand you / Well be careful what you wish for because I do”] 

23. (@ the Prisoner) “Breath” by Breaking Benjamin [“I know nothing of your kind / And I won't reveal your evil mind / Is it over yet? / I can't win / So sacrifice yourself and let me have what's left / (...) You take the breath right out of me / You left a hole where my heart should be / You got to fight just to make it through / 'Cause I will be the death of you”]

24. (@ the Torturer) “How You Remind Me” by Nickelback [This is how you remind me / Of what I really am / (...) And I've been wrong, I've been down / Been to the bottom of every bottle / These five words in my head / Scream "Are we having fun yet?"] 

25. (@ the Torturer) “Carousel” by Melanie Martinez [“This horse is too slow / We're always this close / Almost, almost, we're a freakshow / Right, right when I'm near / It's like you disappeared / Where'd you go? Mr. Houdini, you're a freakshow”]

26. “Control” by Halsey [“They send me away to find them a fortune / A chest filled with diamonds and gold / The house was awake, the shadows and monsters / The hallways, they echoed and groaned I sat alone, in bed till the morning / I'm crying, "They're coming for me" / And I tried to hold these secrets inside me / My mind's like a deadly disease“]

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Outro: The Vault 

27. “True” by Akira Yamaoka

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( @theminesbecraftin​ I saw your c!Prison Trio playlist post a week ago, blacked out, and when I came to, this was in front of me. :V I hope at least a few of the songs seem fitting! 🙏 )

[archived-and-moving]

Hello hello!

I'm not too into the st fandom myself, I'm more so in the kotlc loop, but I've written and read my fair share of fanfics and drawn enough fanart that I think I might be able to give a few pointers.

Just as an FWI, creating things is different for everyone! So what might work for me might not work for you, or you might find something that could work better. It's all about adjusting to what you need!

Alright that said, here's a little list of things I wish I knew before I got into writing:

Don't expect your writing to be 'good.'

This held me back from posting any fic I made for years, because I was worried that it wouldn't be deemed "good enough" for fandom. So my number one tip would be to figure out what you want and write that! What matters is that you're creating something that you enjoy. If other people enjoy it that's a bonus!

You won't always be happy with your writing either, and that's ok! I remember I spent months on my first fic, tweaking and rewriting and fixing grammar and pacing issues. Just know what you want to focus on and know your fic will have flaws!

You'll grow and learn from them, so just let them be. After so long on a project, it's easy to get discouraged. But just know that you spent your free time on this project! It's from your brain and your creativity! So then be proud that you did that! You made it!

Under this vein too, try not to worry about word count. This one is one I'm still struggling with myself, but more words doesn't necessarily mean better. Some of my favorite fics are under a thousand words! So just write what you need to write in any way you want, and don't stress about how many words you type.

2. Try to find some inspiration to get you into the mood to write.

Personally, I love finding animatics and animations to get me in the mood to write/draw. I know a lot of other people love looking through the character or fandom tag that they enjoy to find fics to look off of, or make playlists for the fic they're writing/the dynamics they're writing for.

I noticed you tagged this as byler, so here's two animatics that I personally really enjoyed that relate to both them and the Stranger Things Fandom as a whole:

Daydreaming - Byler Animatic by Noodle

Heathens - Stranger Things Animation Meme by Dreamscape

Again, these are just things that get me in the mood for writing, so it might be completely different for you! Either way just consume content whether it be music, books, other media, fanfic, fanart, etc.

Consuming these kinds of creations can help get your own imagination flowing!

3. How to...Actually put words down.

This is by far the hardest part of writing if you ask any author or writer.

Sitting at a blank document, waiting for ideas to come to them. How to get those creative juices flowing and down out of your head and onto your paper. So how do you do it?

Well there's not really an answer.

Just. Type the words, one by one as they come to your head. Usually I try to start with ok. I want my charaters to go from point A to point B. So where's a logical place to start?

Well let's say that I really like sokeefe.

Well I want Sophie and Keefe to have a pillow fight at the end of my fic. So how do I get there?

Well they probably need to be hanging out, so depending on how much I want to write, I'll start them somewhere around there.

If I wanted a fic shorter in length, I'd probably start the fic after they were with one another.

If I wanted a longer one, I'd persuade them to get to the setting together so that I can get to that pillow fight.

So let's say I want the second option, so I start with Sophie waking up from a nightmare and calling Keefe in a panic. He calms her down and she tells him she wants him to come over.

So yay! Goal accomplished...right?

Well now Sophie's panicked, she's not going to appreciate a pillow fight. So how about we solve this conflict, and Keefe convinced Sophie to make mallowmelt to calm her down.

So I write that they bake mallowmelt but...oh man. Sophie's a disaster in the kitchen. And boom! The mallowmelt is ruined. But Keefe thinks this is hilarious and Sophie finds Keefe to be hilarious.

They're now laughing in the middle of the kitchen, with burned mallowmelt and tears in their eyes.

Now Sophie's probably in the mood to pillow fight! So they might clean up, go upstairs, have a pillow fight, and the end!

I achieved my goal through setting plot points that I want my characters to go through and conflicts that get in their way. You can set up as many conflicts as you want. They can be as little as an untied shoelace, or as big as a monster roaming the streets! But either way a good plot has characters working through conflict, and developing through that conflict.

Or, that's how I'd like to think of it! Again, I've never really put this into words for someone else before.

So! That's pretty much the best advice I can give. Just try your best and have fun, don't worry about how a work turns out, so much as write to your ability and motivation.

If it helps, write in small spurts, write all at once. Plan out your fic, or write it on a whim! Just test which method works the best for you, and you'll be absolutely golden.

to the writers out there, i wanna be able to write fanfics bc y’all know the feeling when you want a specific thing and it doesn’t exist, yea. any tips for beginner writers ???

[uncpanda]

Above the City

Prompt: Your Man by Josh Turner

Pairing: Dick Grayson x GN!Reader 

Requested by: @bored-green 

You know something is different the moment you step in the door. The apartment isn’t warm. You leave the AC on 75 during the day in order to keep some of your costs low. Instead the AC is going and the apartment isn’t stuffy. It clicks a second later as you toe off your shoes and run into the apartment. 

“Dick? Dick? Are you here?” 

“No. Unfortunately. I am.” 

You stop at the sight of Jason, dressed in a suit. He looks absolutely miserable and you know that the tie around his neck is driving him crazy. He holds out a bag, “Here. Your husband packed a bag for you. I’ve been instructed to give it to you. Along with this.” He shoves a room key into your hand. “And there’s a car waiting downstairs for you. Say hi to Alfred for me.” 

You smile at him, “Jason.”

“Yes?” 

“Why don’t you go change out of that monkey suit before you kill someone.” 

He throws his hands into the air, “I tried to tell my idiot brother that, but did he listen? Noooo.” He points at you, “You’re too good for him, you know that, right?” 

“Maybe? But he’s my man. Have a good rest of your night Jason.” 

“Thanks.” 

You quickly slip your shoes back on and head out into the night. You find Alfred waiting outside with the town car. He scowls at the sight of you and he quickly corrects your assumptions. “I instructed Master Jason to escort you down.” 

You smile, “It’s okay Alfred. The suit was getting the better of him.” 

“A trait he picked up from Master Bruce.” He gently takes your bag from you and you let him. When he opens the door to the back, you hesitate. 

“Can’t I sit up front with you?” 

“Not tonight.” 

You go with it, and slide into the back. Alfred is completely tight lipped on the drive. He won’t answer any of your questions, like where you’re going on what your husband has planned. Instead you decide to talk about some of the latest recipes you’ve tried. 

When you get there, he tuts when you move to open your own door. You sigh, and wait for him. He offers you his hand to help you out and you take it. You smile at him, and grab your bag before he can. 

“Heathens. I’m surrounded by heathens.” The words are said in a deadpan tone, but his eyes are full of fondness. 

“Have a good rest of your night Alfred. Thank you for the ride.” 

“Anytime.” 

You leave him behind and head up to the room number taped to the room key. The hotel is beyond fancy. And something tells you Bruce probably pulled a few strings to get you and Dick in. 

You open the door and just barely hold back your laughter when you see Damian there, in a tux, scowling and holding a box. “Grayson has lost his mind. This is for you.” He shoves the boxes into your arms. “You have an hour to get ready. Drake will take you to your next stop.” 

He stomps by you, and you grab him gently by the collar of his jacket. You bend down and kiss his cheek, “Thank you for helping your brother with whatever he’s planned.” 

Your husband’s youngest brother, softens a little bit, “He promised when he planned your proposal that, THAT would be the last time we had to help him with a romantic plan. Please inform him, that his promises mean nothing to me anymore.” 

“Will do. Have a good rest of your night Dam.” 

He nods and moves out. It takes you a full hour to get ready. Based on how fancy the clothes Dick bought are, you figure you’re going somewhere pretty special. Exactly on time there’s a knock on the door. 

You open it to find Tim there. He smiles and greets you with a hug. “You ready?” 

You grab the room key, and nod. He offers you his arm and you take it. He leads you to the elevator, and hits the button for the roof. 

“How were Jason and Damian.” 

“Pretty good. There were no threats of bodily harm towards Dick, so I count that as a plus.” 

“Big time.” 

When you reach the top floor, he holds the door and tells you, “Just walk straight, and remember, you’re too good for my brother.” 

You laugh, and kiss his cheek, “Maybe. But he’s my man.” 

You walk out of the elevator and the little vestibule and stop. The entire roof of the hotel is a garden, with fairy lights, small water features, and an amazing view of the city. It’s beautiful. But you don’t see your husband. You give him a minute and enjoy the moment. 

You close your eyes as a light breeze blows over your skin. You jolt slightly when a hand slides against your hip and around to your tummy, before you’re gently tugged back against a familiar hard chest. 

Your eyes flutter open and you smile up at your husband. “Your brothers are ready to kill you.”

“I know. I had to blackmail most of them into helping. Tim and Alfred were the exceptions. 

You laugh and turn in his arms. You snuggle in. You haven’t seen much of him lately. He’s been running back and forth between helping the Titans, the Team, and the League. It’s nice to just be near him. 

“My sweet angel.” He kisses the top of your head, “I missed you.” 

You place a kiss on his jaw, “I missed you too, but I know you’ve been doing important things.” 

“Nothing is more important to me, than you.” 

“I kind of figured that out a while ago, when you chose me over Gotham and Bruce had to pick up the slack.” 

He shrugs. “Always worth saying. Because you’re patient and kind, and I am so happy to be your man.” 

Your hand settles on the nape of his neck, and as you pull him down for a kiss you whisper, “Always.” 

[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

Updated 24/6/2021

∞ Oneshots/Scenarios

Trying to wake him but only to be cuddled

Gojo & S/O take Megumi as their son

S/O not used to compliments 

Taking pictures of his  S/O

S/O Insecure of their relationship

Sees his eyes for the first time

S/O who’s having an anxiety attack

S/O wiping Gojo’s kiss

Gojo wiping S/O’s kiss

Comforting a sad S/O after a mission

S/O wears Gojo’s shirt

S/O makes Gojo eat spicy food

S/O who helps Gojo (MANGA SPOILERS)

Comforting a sad S/O

Comforting a sad S/O 2

Ex to Lovers

Reader most romantic confession

Gojo’s Birthday Fic 2020

Comforting stressed S/O

Geto kidnapping Wife!Reader

Dog!Gojo Satoru x Reader

Comforting childhood bestfriend 

Husband material

Flower giving

If only I had somewhere to sit

Mommy kissing Santa Claus

Comforting Gojo

Gojo having a nightmare

Cheering up his S/O

Gojo making reader laugh in a meeting

Clingy in the morning 

In the shower

One of These Nights

From Behind

Gojo caught crying

A Taste?

Early Mornings

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby I

Gojo & the twins wanting another baby II

A Promise

Reader getting her period and Gojo notices

Lazy & Affectionate

Telling him you’re pregnant

The Gojo twins visiting Jujutsu HIgh

∞ Headcanons

Engagement Headcanons

Chubby S/O

Gojo turned into a child

F!Short & Strong S/O

Newborn curse reader

Curious childlike reader

S/O who is good at hand to hand combat

Cuddling Headcanons

Pregnancy Headcanons

Reader afraid of rejection

Tall & Strong Cursed Spirit

Suicidal Reader 

Long haired reader

Big sister reader

Affectionate S/O

Celebrate reader’s birthday

Toxic lover

What does Gojo Satoru smell like?

Working out 

Type of girl Gojo would fall for

Pregnant reader wants to decorate for Christmas

Gojo wanting a baby

Gojo trying to make stotic!reader smile 

Gojo Twins #1 

M!Strong & Short S/O

S/O memory loss

Popular F!Reader

S/O turns into a child

Shy S/O

S/O protects Gojo

Clumsy S/O

Day off with Gojo

Shopping with Gojo

Valentine’s Day

Insecure skinny S/O

Gojo x Idol!Reader

Agrument with his S/O

Merman!Gojo

∞Skipps Imagines

Why?

My Everything

A Moment

Afternoon Naps

I’ll be here

∞Random Gojou Satoru Headcanons Series

1   2   3

∞  SFW Alphabet

SFW Satoru Gojo Edition

∞ Prompt Event

Fluff # 12 “Could you say that again?” “Were you listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice”

Fluff prompt #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt # 1 “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

Fluff Prompt # 44 “You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #19 “ You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/him/her/them) home.”

Fluff Prompt #18 “You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes” #27 “Are you blushing?”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me.” & #13 “ I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

Fluff Prompt #7 “You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

Fluff Prompt #10 “Stop moving and let me braid your hair!”

Fluff Prompt #39 “You’re safe now, I’m here.”

Fluff Prompt #9 “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.” #26 “You’re really warm.”

Fluff Prompt #31 “I’m never gonna to leave you. I promise” #44 “You’re an idiot. But I am your idiot.”

Fluff Prompt #4 “Kiss me” and General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?”

Fluff Prompt #30 “I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

Fluff Prompt #16 “Can you just please hold me ?”

Fluff Prompt #7 “ You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.” General #17 “Are you jealous?”

General prompt #46&#48 “Are they really just a "friend”? “I won’t hurt you”

General Prompt #2 “It’s pouring rain, why are you here?” #50 “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

General Prompt 17 “Are you jealous?”

General Prompt #17 “Are you jealous?” & #25 “She doesn’t belong with him!” “Than who does she belong with?” “with me…”

Angst prompt # 28 “Move out of my way before I make you”

Angst Prompt #12 “Maybe they were right, you never did change.” & #14 “ Don’t you dare walk away from this!”

Angst Prompt #21 “It’s (her,him,they), isn’t it?” & #36 “They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.”

Angst Prompt #6 “You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?"

Angst Prompt #47 “ You deserve so much better.” #48 “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.” 

Angst Prompt “If you love me please let me go, please…”

∞ Winter Prompt Event

Winter Prompt #1 “What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”

Winter Prompt #2 (Cuddling by the fireplace)

Winter Prompt #13 “Your hands are freezing!”

Winter Prompt #14 “ Aren’t you cold like that?”

Winter Prompt #17 (watching movies under a pile of blankets)

Winter Prompt #18 (snowball fight)

Winter Prompt #22 (kissing in the snow)

Winter Prompt #32 “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”

Winter Prompt #37 (stuck in a snow storm)

Winter Prompt #38 “ You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

Winter Prompt #43 “What do you mean Santa’s not real?”

Winter Prompt #50 “Those were for Santa!”

Winter Prompt #54 (Winter power outage) Gojo Satoru Edition

Winter Prompt #56 “Shhhh, don’t tell her/him!”

Winter Prompt #60 “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

Winter Prompt #10 “Where did all this mistletoe come from?” #61 “What are you doing with that mistletoe-oh.” #64 “I guess… this is when we kiss?”

Winter Prompt #65 “No, we’re not getting a puppy for Christmas. Stop. Asking.”

Winter Prompt #66 “ You don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? YOU HEATHEN”

Winter Prompt #68 (Winter Proposal)

Winter Prompt #70 “You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whoever you wa-”

Winter Prompt #72 “Did everyone else come with a date?”

∞Smut Prompt Event (1k Followers Event)

Smut Prompt #21 “You’re bigger than I expected.”

Smut Prompt #54 “ You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

Smut Prompt #55 “Were you dreaming about me again?”

Smut Prompt #1 “We’re in public, you know.”

Smut Prompt #3 “Can you help me with this zipper?”

Smut Prompt #28 “Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?”

Smut Prompt #53 “What do you mean not yet? You can’t expect me not to cum when you’re fucking me so good!”

Smut Prompt #16 “Forget the bed. Let’s fuck right here.”

Smut Prompt #11 “You’re really gonna make me beg for it?”

Smut Prompt #5 “Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.”

Smut Prompt #44 “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Smut Prompt #46 “You’re not allowed to cum without my permission.”

Smut Prompt #6 “I’d hold on to something it I were you.”

Smut Prompt #27 “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

Smut Prompt #42 “I know for a fact you’re a lot louder than that.”

Smut Prompt #41 “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”

Smut Prompt #39 “ Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets.”

Smut Prompt #15 “Try to keep quiet. We don’t want to get caught.”

Smut Prompt #48 “Holy shit, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”

∞Physical Affection Prompt

Physical Affection Prompt #11 (Back hugs)

Physical Affection Prompt #1 (Pats on the head)

Physical Affection Prompt #9 (Wiping away their tears)

Physical Affection Prompt #18 (Wiping food away from their lips)

Physical Affection Prompt #23 (A hug some might consider too long)

Physical Affection Prompt #7 (Squishing their cheeks)

Physical Affection Prompt #8 (Brushing hands by accident)

Physical Affection Prompt #15 (The biggest warmest hug)

Physical Affection Prompt #13 (Kissing someone’s forehead)

Physical Affection Prompt #6 (Chasing after their lips after they pull away)

Physical Affection Prompt #25 (Playfully biting)

Physical Affection Prompt #4 (A hug after not seeing them for a long time)

Physical Affection Prompt #21 (Accidently knocking your head against their chin)

Physical Affection Prompt #22 (Kissing their cuts/bruises/scratches)

∞Incorrect Jujutsu Kaisen Quotes

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

∞  Skipps Art

Random Gojo 1

Cat ears for Gojo

Dog Hybrid Gojo

Happy New Year 2021

Mochi Gojo

1k Followers

2k Followers

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Can You Do A Vampire Mikey x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts

89. Mating season 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 95. Gentle sex 5. “MINE.” 142. “Bite me.” 70. Abandoned building 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 112. Biting/marking 123. “Don’t hold back.” and Turning into a vampire

Alrighty. Phew, y'all horny heathens gonna kill me😱 (jk x3 ) also sorry for taking sooo long and seems rushed, been too tired from work to write anything sexy 🥺

Prompts(c) @turtle-babe83

⚠️ Mikey and reader are over 18, okay? by clicking Keep reading, you agree to seeing mature content ⚠️

Vampire Mikey x F! Reader

a/n: reader already knows that Mikeys a vampire for about 4 years

Mikey had been acting weird. It all started when your car wouldn't start and a coworker offered to give you a drive home. You didn't think there'd be any harm in it since you two were pretty good friends. And since then, Mikey's been acting jealous. Everytime you bought it up, he'd deny it, but you knew it, and he knew that you knew.

"Why do I see a guy around you anytime I pass by your workplace, or somewhere on the street?"

"They're just people I know, Mikey. God, you don't have to be so jealous."

That was it. Mikey suddenly grabbed your shoulders and started into your eyes, something primal oozing from the aura he was giving off. "You're mine, babygirl. MINE"

Yeah, you had a crush on him but hadn't told him. You both argued back and forth over whether you belonged to Mikey or not. His fingers dug into your skin. He was usually so gentle and careful, but he wasn't himself, it seemed. "No, I'm not. Let go of me! You're hurting me"

He reluctantly let go a few seconds later. "Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me."

He left climbing out your window and dissapeared into the night. You looked out to see where he went. In a flash he was gone. You couldn't help but worry about Mikey...

The next night, you tried calling him on his shell phone (that Donnie made one for everyone). It rung and rung. It felt like hours trying to get a hold of him. Just when you were about to give up, you heard a click and then his voice.

"Hey"

"Mikey, I was... am worried about you. If there's something wrong I want to help you."

"You wouldn't be willing to help me if you knew..."

"Please, Mikey" you begged, your heart thumping in your chest.

A long pause. An intake of breath on the other end. "Sorry, Y/N, I just don't want anything happening to you" The click of the line being disconnected beeped in your ear.

*~*

You decided to go out on a walk instead of just sitting around huffing at how angry you were at Mikey. You hoped to try to get him off your mind, but you couldnt stop worrying about him. He was your best friend, after all. On West Street, there was an abandoned building. You went inside to take a break.

After a moment passed, you heard a voice saying "What're you doing here?"

It made you jump out of your skin, making you let out a yelp. You turned around and saw Mikey in the corner of the dark room, the liitle bit of moon light illuminating the middle of the room from a broken window.

"Mikey, you scared the crap out of me!"

"What are you doing here?" he said in a voice that reminded you of Leo's.

"I can ask you the same thing." you retorted.

"I asked you first." He smirked.

You crossed your arms across your chest. "Really, Mikey? Is this really a time for games?" He didnt say anything. "Fine, I came here to cool myself off. This is just a coincidence, like, I didn't know you was here. Now you."

Mikey breathed in and let out a deep sigh. "To blow off some steam." And to get you out of my head, cuz you're driving me crazy, he thought to himself. The smell of you invaded his body and mind that he felt it stir in his soul... well, if he had one. The need he felt was for more than just your blood, he wanted you... But he didn't know how you felt about him.

You walked yourself up to him and gripped his shoulders. "What's wrong with you? This past week you've been acting like a total butthole." He tugged your hands off of him.

"Don't touch me... please" he said in a breathless voice.

"At least tell me." Tears stung behind your eyes. Your eyes looked up at him.

A moment passed before he said anything. "It's mating season... and it's gotten worse every year since I met you. That's why I came here. And then..." he stopped because you already knew the rest. "That's why I wanna tear the arm off of any guy that even holds your hand"

That was a bit violent, but you didn't if that was the vampire or primal turtle side of him saying that. He continued,"Thats why I said that to you earlier. I care for you too much, and I don't want anything happening to you, Y/n." He really liked you, a lot.

"I care for you. I've got a freaking crush on you, too, for petes sake." You dont know why you said that but it felt so natural, so right. "I don't want you to go through this alone..." You let your forehead slump against the start of his plastron, and pulled his fists that held your wrists close your heart. "Please..." you pleaded for what seemed like the hundreth time.

"Do you know how a turtle takes his mate? Do you know what you're getting into, babe?"

"I trust you, Mike. You'd never intentionally hurt me. Show me."

His hands let go and then lifted your face up to look him in his eyes. What you saw made your lower belly tighten. His mouth dove down to crush against yours in a passionate kiss. Surges of elecricity shot through your whole body, making you moan softly. His tongue started tasting you and dancing with yours.

His hands moved down your shoulders, around to your back, exploring your body, while you held onto him as waves of pleasure washed over you. His fingers ghosted over your covered nipples and sex. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his feather light touches set fire in your veins, letting out gasps. An idea popped in his head. He paused to let you catch your breath. "You know, there's a way we can share our thoughts and stuff."

"Like in (insert popular vampire romance series) ?"

"Uh huh."

"Really? How?" You asked because Hollywood tended to not be accurate with things.

His glowing eyes somehow darkened. "I think you already know."

"Wouldn't that turn me into a vampire, too?"

"Yeah. Im not going to push that on you, though, unless it's what you really want."

"I do." It was silent for a few seconds. "We've been friends for a long while, and I wouldn't want to spend my life with anyone else but you."

Mikey kissed you again. "Okay."

The makeout session became heated, leaving your cheeks red and your chest heaving, trying to calm your pounding heart. Mikey could hear the blood pumping in your veins. He lowered his face into your neck, licking and nipping, teasing you just to hear those lovely whimpers. His fangs sunk into your flesh, marking you as his, and then the taste of your blood flooded his tongue.

"Mmmm, god, you taste amazing babycakes"

The pain you felt made you gasp but then it was replaced with a toe curling pleasure unlike anything you've ever known. You held onto the back of his head as a tightening burn shot straight to your core. You started feeling lightheaded. In your minds eye, you saw yourself writhing and moaning, as if you were seeing through someone's eyes.

"You see it, don't you?" Mikey asked, licking and doing whatever to keep you from bleeding out. "Our minds are connected... So I can see what you're thinking."

"Am I a vampire?"

"Not yet. You have to drink blood of another vampire. You'll probably feel weak after a while, but I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

Bliss would be the word to describe how you felt right now. Mikey did everything in his power to draw out every moan and whimper from you. His talented tongue teased you, inside and out. His hands guided yours to touch and play with his cock as he pleasured you. He couldn't let you cum, not yet. You whined.

"Its okay, angel, I'll give you what you need"

Next thing you knew your arms and legs was wrapped around his neck and waist, just underneath his shell. On your back you could feel the wall, or floor (you didnt know which was which anymore). And then Mikey slowly sank himself into your wet spread opening. It felt so good being stretched to the brim. He held still for a moment before moving back and forth oh so slowly.

Tears stung your eyes as his love making was making you feel so good. "Mmmmm~ Mikey~" you moaned out loud. Your nails scraped and held on to him. You crossed your ankles to keep him somewhat deep inside you.

"Don't hold back. Let it out, baby girl" he grunted as he thrusted his hips up into you, sliding his manhood between your slick walls. Moans, groans, and lewd sounds was all that could be heard. You suddenly felt light headed and let Mikey know.

"Alright, baby, listen to me. I'll let you cum, and then bite my neck when I tell you to. Okay?" He said as he brushed stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. He knew it was going to be hard to not cum when you did, because thats what he craved, but not letting you die during this mating ritual was his priority.

You nodded, saying you understood. He started moving faster when you whimpered that you needed release. "Mikey, please, let me cum."~ Your every wish was his command. He hit your spot over and over till you fell over the edge. You screamed his full name as the intensity of your orgasm rocked your body.

He slowed down as you rode your high. He stopped to check on you. His words were more like pants of breath because he tried so hard to cum inside you. "Are you... alright, y/n?" He softly left a kiss on your forehead and your still closed eyelids.

"Yeah, but I feel thirsty, and..." You felt two fangs poking the inside of your lips. "My fangs grew in."

"I tried to make you feel good so you'd be distracted from the pain." He kissed you passionately and you felt him twitch inside you. He hissed between gritted teeth. "I need to cum so badly, babe. Remember what I told you?"

"Yeah."

One of his large hands cupped your bottom and the other held your back, holding all of you to him. He thrusts his thick cock inside your still tight sex again, racing toward his own release. His moans became louder, more urgernt. When his climax got closer, he cried out,"Oh god, y/n, now, bite me! I'm so close! I'm cumming!"

You were hesitant for a second. "It's alright, you wont hurt me" he said in between deep quick breaths. Your fangs sunk into his neck, and you felt his blood on your tongue. It ran down your throat. On top of that, you heard Mikey roar loudly as he shot his hot load to coat your inner walls.

After moments of being tangled by limbs, you say,"I'm a vampire like you, now."

"Yeah. Its gonna be you and me together forever. "

Special tags: @angelcatlowyn @nittleboo and any of the Mikey fangirls out there >w<

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“You’ll Love Me in the Morning”

(Miya Atsumu 18+)

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a while. It’s based off this guy I knew who was a pain in the ass to deal with and I was sure he’d kill me. He didn’t though, so now this exists. Full circle, yeah?

(CW/TW: Yandere!Atsumu, [I don’t like that term for this, but it describes it well enough, I suppose???], Incel!Atsumu [??????], Non-con, Sadism, Crying, Recording, Kidnapping, A dash of Misogyny, Spitting, Slapping, Punching, Kicking, Fighting, Strangulation, Borderline snuff [but no actual death], Mind-break???, Name-Calling, !!THIS IS FUCKED UP!!, Bad proofreading but I tried my best<3, please tell me if there’s a mistake somewhere.)

Atsumu is a demented heathen and you finally have to face what you’ve picked up on for so long. This isn’t shocking. You told everyone he was weird. Why didn't they believe you?

You thrash violently against his hold as he drags you back to his bedroom by your hair. His grip is strong and unwavering. You throw punches at his arms and try to dig your heels into the ground, that only earns you a harsh tug forward.

“You fucking weirdo! Let me go!” You yell at him but he doesn’t even spare a glance over his shoulder to be face to face with your indignation.

You start to fight even harder, with more fury when he grabs the door handle to his room. You know you don’t want to go back in there and you fear you’ll never come back out if you do. You dig your nails into his forearm as you kick at his legs. You're screaming your lungs out, hoping to god that someone hears you and comes to your rescue.

Where does that get you? Nowhere.

It takes the athlete so little effort to throw your struggling body to the floor of his room and slam the door behind himself. For a second, the fight’s knocked right out of you and you're silent as you see his menacing figure loom over you.

The expression on your face is that of a deer in headlights— Atsumu can’t help but feel a little pleased and sadistic.

He looks amused, like this is all a game to him. He wears that same cocky smirk, but his eye’s are no longer gentle, there’s a darkness behind them that you know for a fact you would've picked up on had it been there before.

Why did you agree to come here?

“I want to go home, Atsumu.” You declare sternly as you get back to your feet and meet his eyes. Really though, you don’t think you can keep this facade up. Your heart is beating out of your chest and the only thing keeping you on your feet and not shaking about is will power. “Where are my clothes?” There’s demand in your voice, but you’re sure even Atsumu can hear it waver.

“Come on, baby,” He steps toward you and for every one of his steps forward you take one step back. Soon enough you're pressed up against his wooden bed frame. “Just be good for the camera.”

You eye it, the red light signaling that its recording from on top of his tv stand across thee room.

“No!” You push at his chest. It’s pure muscle. Even through the fabric of his black shirt you can feel it. You can’t fight him, but you’re not going to give up.

“Why not?” His voice is honeyed. He lifts your head by your chin and lets his thumb run over your bottom lip. His eyes meet yours and they’re filled with feigned compassion, like he hadn’t just thrown you to the floor. “I’ve been so nice to you.”

“Because I don’t want this. I don’t want to be here anymore.” You were supposed to be hanging out but you woke up with your clothes gone and hidden away. “Atsumu, I rejected you. Why don’t you get it?” You stare daggers right back into his brown eyes, but he just chuckles and harshly presses his lips to yours.

Your hands hastily grab onto the fabric of his shirt as you fall back onto his bed, his lips not leaving yours for a second. His large frame traps you under him. Your hands are flat against his chest as you try to push him off. It’s useless, you feel him smile against your lips as he uses one hand to grab both of your wrists and hold them away from himself. Quickly enough, your legs come up to kick at him. It’s doesn’t last very long. You whimper into his lips as a strong hand comes down to slap your thigh. It stings like hell and has you relenting immediately.

“Kiss me back.” He demands breathily, only parting for a second to look you in the eye and tell you what to do.

Needless to say, you refuse.

That only has him sitting up, and slapping you silly when you don't comply.

He holds your arms firmly and whales on you. He’s saying something about you being a “disrespectful and unappreciative bitch”. You can barely hear him—not over your small whines as you try to turn your head and wriggle away from him. He slaps you about ten times before he stops.

He lets you go— moves off of you, and you hastily move to the headboard. Maybe if you don’t actually try to run he won’t hurt you anymore.

“Atsumu-”

“What happened to ‘Tsumu?” Even if you weren’t looking each other dead in the eyes the smile he wore would be more than obvious in his voice.

There you go with that deer in headlights look again like you’re the victim, he thinks to himself. He’s the one with the broken heart; not you.

He moves himself closer to you, officially giving you no where to go or run to. He’s right between your legs when he leans forward to kiss you again. You still don’t reciprocate.

“Yer bein’ difficult,” He scolds, lacing his hand in your hair and yanking you to the side. Your heads cocked uncomfortably but you still keep your eyes on him.

“Please let me go.” Your voice isn’t strong anymore more, you’re practically begging.

You don’t even see it because you flinch when he does it but you feel it. His spit lands, frothy, thick and disgusting on your cheek.

“Stop asking that shit, yer not goin’ anywhere.” Your body tenses. Your hands come to your chest, almost curling in on yourself, when you feel his hand strike your tits— each once, individually. “Say you love me.” He yanks your hair again.

He pinches your thigh when you don’t respond quickly enough.

You just jerk away from the feeling.

Your first tear falls upon the realization that you’re not getting out of this and they seemingly never stop coming afterwards.

He lets go of your hair and your first move is to try to run away from him. You make it barely past his shoulder when he slams you down onto his mattress again. Your head bumps into the headboard on the way down, but he pays that no mind.

The struggle is violent, you’re scratching him like a wild animal and none of your kicks land solidly on any part of him. He slaps and punches you several times telling you to knock it off, but not once do you relent. He ends up with his palm flat against your face pressing you down firmly into the mattress as he pulls his sweats and boxers down and positions himself at your entrance.

You feel the head of his dick smooth right between your folds and you feel the wetness of his precum spread along with it. For the first time, your hit lands solid. You slap him across the face and bite his palm.

The only thing you see is his displeased face before your world is made a spinning blur by his fist meeting with the side of your head, it’s filled with way more violence than the last few times. Then he lands one of your stomach and it knocks the air out of you right before he guides himself into you.

You try to scream, but the sounds not there. It feels like he is tearing you apart from the inside. You twist in agony and you can hear him laughing at you. Then he moves himself and the pace is brutal. He wants you to hurt, he doesn't have to say it.

His calloused hands wrap around your throat and squeeze tightly. You're going to die; Atsumu is going to kill you.

You flounder beneath him but he pays it no mind. Moans spill from his lips like he’s enjoying himself.

“Baby, I’ve wanted this for so long,” He looks you dead in the eyes with that cruel smile. “But you don’t know how to give men what they want, do you?” Your mouth hangs open when you try to gasp for air— he takes the opportunity to spit right onto your tongue. “Been so nice for so long, but incompetent bitches like you wanna play hard to get. Hate that shit.” His grip on your throat loosens for a second; you manage to get a little air right before he tightens both hands right back again.

Now it feels like he’s trying to ram his dick right past your cervix. Bug eyed and terrified, you shake your head. It hurts so fucking bad.

“Yer bleedin’, ya know?” It’s a low chuckle. When he looks down to see where your bodies meet, then looks back up at you, he smiles. “Sluts like you deserve it. Pussy’s gunna be destroyed for anyone else who tries to use it.” His grip is now impossibly tight and you’re sure this is it. You’re sure he’s going to kill you.

This is no way to go. You don’t want to die like this, with Atsumu violating you and your lungs burning. You kick at his sides and its weak along with your slaps to his forearms and scratches at his face. Still, his skin is marked red and on the verge of bleeding in some areas.

You're coughing and trying to sit up but he slams you back down by your neck. Drool starts to fall from the corner of your mouth and you want to beg him but you can’t. Your hands squeeze at his forearm, trying to appeal to his better nature.

He just calls you a weak little bitch. “Should learn to smile for the camera, yer gonna be my little snuff star soon.” He beams.  You squeeze his arm even harder, the pads of your fingers are sure to leave bruises.

As your tunnel vision starts to kick in he lets go and shoves two of his fingers into your mouth. You choke around them as you try to catch your breath.

Your body’s limp and you’re not fighting him anymore, you’re just coughing viciously around his fingers as the worlds color comes back to you.

“Stop cryin’” He reprimands as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth to slap you. The delivery is as rough as ever but you’re too dazed to register it fully; you just let out a painful mewl. You hadn’t even realized you were still crying, but it’s even worse now. You feel the snot pooling around your upper lip. “Yer not fuckin’ dead. What the fuck are you still doing that for.”

Your chest feels heavy as you stop coughing and gasp for air. Your throat hurts, your strength is gone, but you’re alive and sure there’s a god. There has to be, you were sure Atsumu would kill you. Still, Atsumu is ramming himself right into your cervix like he’s going to magically break past it.

You muster up just enough strength to pull your self away from it with your elbows, but he pulls you back down onto it and holds you by your waist. You can feel the wetness of his fingers covered in your spit pressed against your skin. You sob out hoarsely, but there's little sound and he smirks.

Your hand viciously taps at his shoulder and you shake your head; tears are still falling. You try to tell him that it hurts, but when you open your mouth to speak, “hur-” is all you manage before your sound is gone and your throat aches. He’s destroyed you.

He gets the message.

“I don’t care if it hurts.” He furrows his brows. “Fucking me is a privilege and you’ll like whatever I give you.” Right when he says that his rhythm falters and he starts to loose himself in the pleasure of being wrapped in your heat.

“Fuck, ahhh-” He moans out, head coming down into your neck. His lips press against you in a wet kiss and you can feel the heat of his breath against you. “Should get you pregnant, it’s not like you’re goin’ anywhere.” He says before he bites into your shoulder and cums inside you with a guttural moan. Your back arches off the mattress and you feel his palm flatten against your stomach between you and him before he forcefully pushes you back down.

Atsumu doesn't know what he’ll do with you or the video quite yet. He lays on top of you panting heavily and in deep thought.

He could keep you? Yeah, he’ll keep you. He could post the video? No, that’s for him to watch and show you when you piss him off.

He’s going to make your life hell from now on until you learn to love him.

“Say you love me.”

“I love you.”

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Part 1 Here! / Part 2 Here! / Part 3 Here! / Part 4 Here! / Part 5 Here! / Part 6 Here! / Part 7 Here! / Part 8 Here! / Part 9 Here! / Part 10 Here! / Part 11 Here! / Part 12 Here!

A/N: Shout out to @ideas-for-you-to-adopt​ for inspiring/writing a lot of the headcanons used for the “Bella Suspicion” part of this chapter!

I’m posting this a day early, because, well I’m flakey like that

* You spear another piece of pineapple, your teeth grinding together

* “I think that sounds perfect!” Lauren squeals lightly grasping Bella’s shoulder, Bella gives a small smile in return.

* You know what isn’t perfect?

* The fact that nothing is going according to plan.

* It’s already a month in and NOTHING has happened. You stab another piece of pineapple, sticking it into your mouth

* You’ve hung back in the school parking lot everyday for a MONTH, you were even late to cheer practice once, just to see if the “Tyler Van Accident”  happened.

* Only it never did, and you didn’t know why until Lauren confided that she and Tyler had been hooking up lately.

* As in hooking up at her house after school before her parents came home.

* Of course it’s not going to happen when Tyler’s ditching his last period to drive to her house

* What a mess

* You chew the pineapple carefully, just like a human would. Because even though Bella knows LITERALLY NOTHING. She somehow suspects everything.

* You watch her from the corner of your eye, making polite conversation with Angela about biology next period.

* The amount of questions she has about you is ridiculous

* How did you meet Edward? How does your family know the Cullen’s? Where are you adoptive parents now? If they’re back in the states why haven’t you gone to live with them?

* It’s literally never ending. And that’s just her trying to poke holes in your story.

* You’re not even going to start with all the stuff she’s commented on your physical appearance

* “Hey don’t you think it’s weird they all have gold eyes?” You had heard Bella quietly ask Jessica when she thought you couldn’t hear

* “Not really, they’ve got like six kids, so when one kid needs something more of them do too. (Y/N) told me Alice wanted color contacts so Dr. Cullen just bought some for all of them.”

* And then the week before that, while you were doing a stunt at a basketball game Bella said:

* “Aren’t they like, too strong?” You were lifting up a girl all on your own.

* “Oh yeah- I guess you never saw the video, apparently they’re jacked.” Conner says, with a shrug.

* “Yeah they heard working out helps with stress when they were like 12 and just never stopped.” Mike adds absentmindedly

* And if that wasn’t enough she’s even said this a few weeks before that:

* “Don’t you think it’s weird how beautiful they all are?” Lauren wrinkles her nose, at the time she had gotten used to Bella but she still doesn’t seem to like her very much

* “Not really, I remember (Y/N) wasn’t all that pretty freshman year, they used to wear these really dorky glasses.”

* You had almost started to forget how good you had it, after you did all the leg work in the last two years to establish that you were normal -just kinda quirky- you had just started to enjoy the pay off. A little more lax with your appearance, wearing clothes you liked, doing more solo routines in cheer.

* Only for little Miss.Curious to show up

* Now you have to try extra hard to look human again. And not just you, the entire coven does, because when one of you falls under suspicion you all do.

* Rosalie’s been making her hair look messy every so often to give the illusion that she’s having a bad hair day, Alice wears a retainer every so often, even Emmett pretends to need the bathroom more than he usually does.

* This morning you even had Rosalie do a fake pimple on your jaw.

* If Bella wasn’t going to be your best friends’ future wife, you think you might just hate her.

* You kind of sympathize with Rosalie in the book now.

* “Hey (Y/N) are you in?” Conner asks nudging his elbow against yours.

* “In for what?” You mumble, spearing another piece of pineapple. Another downside is now you have to eat at lunch. Otherwise Bella starts asking why you never eat and everyone gets really concerned and starts force feeding you

* God, all those years of establish you have low blood sugar and acid reflux induced nausea for nothing

* “La Push beach, we’re all going this weekend.” You perk up at the mention

* Finally, something’s getting back on track

* “Can’t, cheer stuff.” You mumble, shoving your food around your plate with your fork.

* You don’t miss Bella’s meaningful glance on your mostly full plate.

* Oh great, you can practically see the question “don’t you think it’s weird how they never eat anything?” Forming in the inner corners of her mind

* “What about you Edward?” Lauren flutters her eyelashes and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

* Lauren’s still annoyed that even though they’re hooking up, Tyler hasn’t made anything official yet

* Alice told her flirting with another guy might help.

* “He’s not going either.” You say before Edward can even open his mouth. He doesn’t say anything just gives you a questioning look and a smile.

* Looks like he’s finding everyone else’s thoughts more interesting

* “Are you guys going on a date?” Jessica waggles her eyebrows and on the other side of the table Bella sputters.

* You roll your eyes

* “No Jessica, but if I can’t go have fun neither can he.” Technically you both are forbidden to go on tribal land but whatever. “Best friend code.”

* Also you’re pretty sure Edward and Emmett are going to Yellowstone to eat bears or something, like a couple of heathens

* The thought of eating straight out of bear, no idea what they’ve eaten or where they’ve been doing their business, makes you shudder. 

* You did mention to them both that if they happen to find an orphaned bear cub somewhere to bring it back. You’ve been wanting to experiment with bear blood. 

* “Best friend code.” Edward repeats slowly, and the look he gives you makes your stomach flutter. And it’s not because you just ate half a salad.

* You’re knocked out of the look when Conner bumps his knee against yours

* “Well that’s a shame, I was looking forward to seeing you in a swimsuit.”

* So Conner’s been flirting a lot with you lately. Kind of weird, your best guess is that he was hoping to date Lauren, but now that she’s kinda seeing Tyler, you’re starting to look good.

* “Maybe you should have a pool party at that fancy house of yours then.” The group laughs but Conner just smirks

* “Whatever you want babe but-“ the bell cuts him off and you give him a consolatory pat on the arm.

* You move to throw away the leftover food on your plate, walking with Edward

* “We’re ditching right?” You ask him as you toss the plate into the trash.

* “Yeah Mr. Barnes is doing his blood type experiment today.” Like he even needs an excuse to skip school. “Do you want to go to the bookstore or something?”

* You shake your head, that won’t do, when Bella faints Edward needs to be there so they can fall in love

* “Wanna just hang out in my car? We can listen to that new Debussy CD I got.”

* Edward gives you a small smile, like he’s not really happy

* “Whatever you want.”

* Wait what’s up with that.

* “Hey, (Y/N)!” Bella calls out for you and Edward grimaces.

* “I’ll meet you at your car” wait he’s not going to stay here? If this was a dating video game he’d be the kind of player that wasted all the capture flags and then complains when they end up all alone.

* He leaves just as Bella gets to you. She spares a fleeting glance in Edward’s direction, almost looking sad as she watches him walk away before she looks to you

* “Are you heading over to biology?” She really is cute, like a puppy. She must have been hoping to get a little closer to Edward. 

* You almost feel bad for not warning her what with her issues on blood.

* “Nah I’ve got to finish my trig homework so I’m going to skip.” You fake a yawn.

* Oh, before you forget

* “I actually got you something.”

* You hand her a carefully wrapped gift bag, compliments of Rosalie of course

* “Vitamins?” Bella asks, her eyebrows threading together

* “Yeah, it’s like a vitamin powder, you just add it to water. We bought a big family pack so I thought I would share some with you.”

* Also because you’re 100% sure she’s anemic.

* Part of the reason you like the way she smells so much is because of her anemia, if it’s just the peach scent you can probably contain yourself. 

* You wave goodbye and Bella looks down at the package in her hands with a goofy expression. She hugs it to her chest before her expression pinches.

* “I should have offered to let them copy my notes” Bella murmurs to herself. Smacking her forehead and walking to biology.

* When you manage to sneak out to the parking lot through the gym doors, you see Edward leaning against your car, looking bored as he looks to the tree line

* “Why didn’t you sit inside? You look like a douchebag.”

* “I would have if someone had given me the keys”

* Like that’s stopped him before

* You unlock the car, letting it start with a hum before you pull out your trig homework

* You weren’t entirely lying to Bella, you really hadn’t finished you homework

* Edward pulls out a book from his bag, you’re not ashamed to say you’ve gotten him super into “The City of Ember” series

* “Hey why did you walk away when Bella came over?” you’re only half curious, mostly just trying to make conversation. “You don’t hate her do you?” You add with a laugh.

* The mere thought of Edward Cullen hating Bella Swan is laughable.

* “Yeah I do.” 

* You find yourself coughing from the sheer shock. 

* “You mean she frustrates you because you can’t read her mind.” Edward has spared you a concerned glance when you started coughing, but has turned his attention back to his book

*” No I mean I don’t like her, and I don’t like being around her.” He doesn’t look up from his book as he says it. 

* “But why?” Yeah she’s a little plain, and she’s still pretty shy even though you’ve been hanging out for a month and all those damn questions

* But she’s got good taste in books, and she’s pretty straightforward.

* She’s not the type of person to go behind your back, if you did something to upset her she’ll tell you straight to your face.

* Honestly she’s a lot like Angela, minus the hidden cunning nature.

* Edward eyes narrow and a heavy sigh escapes him. His head tilts back to rest against the passenger seat headrest.

* His neck is so long and white. The color of freshly fallen snow. You can’t help but think of how pretty it would look covered in hickeys.

* Like poppy’s blossoming in the snow. 

* Can vampires get hickeys? Would it just be like black instead of red since none of you really have blood anymore. 

* “I just don’t like-” He cuts himself off when his eyes meet yours, they seem to shine brighter for a moment, and you tilt your head. This feels like a meaningful look. 

* Edward sighs and looks away.

* “I just don’t like her vibe.” 

*”Vibe? Are you an Edward shaped imposter?” you see him mouth ‘Edward Shaped Imposter’ as you both laugh. 

* “Where did you learn to say these things?” He asks between laughs. You mock gasp.

* “The real Edward would never ask me that because he’s too afraid to know! Who are you really? What planet are you from?” Your hands move to his face, his face is as smooth as marble, lingering warmth. You leaned in without thinking about it, only a few inches away from him. 

* You’re so close you can smell him. He always smells good, like something ancient and profound. Rosemary and argon oil. 

* Your hands are still on his face and he’s grinning. 

* You gulp

* You’re trying to think of another ridiculous imposter joke you can make wen you catch a familiar head of blond hair through the window.

* “Is that Mike and ... Bella?”  

* This is a lot sooner than you thought, it hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.

* Edward looks almost bored as he follows your gaze. 

* “Yeah, looks like she made herself sick, she’s - what’s that word for when people are afraid of blood?” 

* “Hemophobia?”

* “Yeah, that’s what she has.”

* You wait for a second, releasing his face from your hands, but instead of moving to open the door he slumps back into his seat, eyes focused on his book. 

* “Don’t you think we should go help them?” He shrugs. 

* The f*cking criminal just shrugs. 

* WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?!?!

* Human or not, there’s no world Edward wouldn’t at least think about helping someone who’s in trouble. 

* You’re starting to think this really is an Edward imposter. 

* You watch Bella lean on Mike, stumbling down the crosswalk to the nurse’s office in the next building. 

* You can’t watch anymore 

* ‘You know you-” You words finally get Edward’s attention as he looks up from his book. “You are wasting all the capture flags!” You shout before sliding out of your car and jogging over to Mike and Bella

* “Mike! What happened?” He’s so surprised to see you his grip on Bella goes slack and she falls out of his side hold.

* “Oh crap!” 

* You rush to catch her, swinging her into a princess hold.

* What was Mike struggling with so much? She’s not very hea - oh right you’re a vampire.

* “Are you alright, I know she’s kinda heavy.” Well that’s not very nice to say about a girl, besides she’s pretty skinny. Can’t be more than 120 pounds. 

* “It’s no problem, I do it for cheer are all the time.” You do a fake grunt as you pretend to get a better hold on her. 

* The movement jostle her awake, her eyes fluttering open. She’s still in a dreamy state, her eyes are unfocused. 

* “(Y/N)?” 

* “Hey buddy, looks like ya fainted, squeamish around blood huh?”

* “How do you know we were doing the blood type experiment?” Mike asks.

* Oh crap. You were skipping, you weren’t supposed to know that. Even worse you brain can’t seem to come up with a valid excuse.

* “Alice told us about it, (Y/N) used to be squeamish around blood when we were kids, didn’t want to take any chances” You let out a sigh of relief when you see Edward walking towards you. At least he’s not completely heartless. 

*”Then why were you skipping?” Mike asks scratching his head. Edward shrugs

* “They can’t go to class, then I won’t go either.” And then the criminal looks you straight in the eye and says with the cheekiest smile imaginable:

*“It’s the best friend code”

* Oh f*ck off Edward. 

* You almost want to scoff when he takes Bella from your arms and into his.

* SO now he wants to care about the capture flag. 

* You let him take her though, You swear you see her stiffen and frown when he holds her.

* That can’t be right, she seemed super relaxed when you were carrying her.

* “I-I’m fine I can walk.”

* “No you can’t.” Edward bluntly says.

* Even when he gets to capture event, he says all the wrong things. You sigh as you walk behind him. Only to notice another set of footsteps by you. 

* “You can go back if you want Mike, Edward won’t kidnap her or anything.” He might throw her into the lake though.

* Mike shakes his head. “No it just seems wrong to not make sure she at least gets to the nurses office.” 

*You smile, he really is a kind boy. 

* “Also I’ll be damned if Bella gives Edward all the credit.” Well mostly kind.

* You get to the nurses office, who seems incredibly flustered with both you and Edward in such a small space.

* She seems so preoccupied keeping her wits about her as she checks out Bella and deals with your presence that she never asks why three people had to escort one person to the nurses office.

* “Well your blood pressure is a little low, since you fainted I would suggest you go home. If you want you can take a nap in here until school’s out.” Wow, where was a nurse this generous when you were in school.

* Bella, the beautiful moron, shakes her head.

* “No it’s okay I’ll go back to class, I don’t want to take a zero for the assignment” Well that’s noble and responsible and all. But what does she think is going to happen when she goes back to class?

* She’s going to see some blood again and faint. Not that you can be mad, you would probably have to go the the nurse too if Bella ever managed to prick her own finger

* “Bella you really shouldn’t,” You settle your hand on her shoulder pushing her back onto the chair. “You just fainted you should lie down, or go home or something.”

* Her eyebrows thread together, mouth pulled in protest. 

* “I don’t want to impose on any-”

* “It’s not an imposition, I want to!” Her mouth parts, then closes, stretching into a fine line. You look to Edward who’s avoiding your gaze and seems very irritated.

* Enemies to lovers trope it is.(Though you’re not sure if this counts as enemies if only one person dislikes the other)

* “I’m going to drop you off home, come on.” You pull Bella up by her hand, leading her to the parking lot. 

* “Wait what about my car?” 

* Oh you hadn’t thought about that. 

*Hmmm in the original book Alice drove her home. But Alice doesn’t really do anything unless there’s something in it for her, or if she wants to.

* Also you’re pretty sure when she ditched today when she found out that people were pricking there finger on campus. She claimed it was for Jasper, but you’re pretty sure there’s a sale in the Nordstrom in Seattle.

* Edward would rather get the flu than drive Bella’s ancient truck.

* Which leaves only one option.

* You toss your keys to Edward who catches them with one hand.

* “Edward will drive you home in my car, and I’ll drive your car behind him.” 

* “What about Rosalie?” He grumbles.

*“What about Rosalie?” Why is he being so difficult right now? Doesn’t he realize you’re doing this all for him!

* “You’re driving her home since Emmett and I are leaving for Yellow Stone as soon as school lets out.” Oh right the bears. Cr*p.

* “It’s not a big deal, I’ll drive back to school after we’re done and you can go your way and I’ll go mine.”

* You can tell Edward doesn’t like it, but he just sigh’s climbing into your car and then promptly getting out of the passenger side and sitting in the driver’s side.

* The dork forgot he had to drive the car.

* You’re dying laughing as Bella leads you to her car.

* “It’s the blue one.”

* Her truck isn’t all that bad. It’s old, but in a kind of retro way. It’s powder blue, with only two doors and no backseat. 

* You climb in, turning the engine and hearing it purr. Well it’s more of a roar, but it’s not terrible.

* You’re surprised when Bella climbs through the passenger side door. 

* “Um, you’re not going to drive with Edward?” She looks at you like you just asked her to recite the Fibonacci sequence. 

* “Why would I go with him when you’re the one driving my car?” Okay, that’s fair.

* You sigh, why does nothing ever go according to plan.

* Maybe it’s for the best, Edward doesn’t seem to be in the best mood. Not that this is good either, she’s sitting so close to you, her peachy scent fills the small space of the truck and you feel lightheaded.

* It’s less than a ten minute trip, no need to get dramatic. You’re pretty sure you won’t kill her just because she smells nice.

* “Soooooo... what do you want to talk about?” You ask as you turn out of the school, this car is super slow compared to yours, you’re pretty sure it won’t go over 50 mph.

* Bella fidgets beside you, playing with the ends of her hair. 

* “So are you and Edward...dating?”

* You laugh so loud you actually start coughing. And then you laugh again. 

* “No-pfff- no We’re uh- we’re not dating.” You finally manage. 

* “Why is that so funny to you?” She asks, genuinely confused.

* “Well it’s just outrageous you know?” How would that even work? You can’t even picture it. Edward getting all hot and bothered because you’re wearing an oversized sweater and glasses. You flirting with him all over the house in front of Carlisle and Esme. Edward signing up for a sport just so he can see you in his letterman.

* It’s all...impossible.

* And yet, there is one thing you can picture. 

* Edward by your side, he’s almost golden brown, his eyes bright green. He points to the living room, and in there are Alec and Jane, both of their eyes blue as they argue over who’s turn it is to watch TV. 

* Maybe if you were human, if you had met in a different world or a different time, that would be something you could have. 

* But it is what it is

* “Edward and I have been friends for a really long time, we’ve just seen too much of each other to find each other attractive like that.” 

* Bella looks like she doesn’t believe you but she doesn’t say anything.

* Wait what are you doing? This is the perfect chance to talk Edward up!

* “But you know Edward is a real stand up guy!” It leaves a little too forcefully, a little inauthentic.

* “Oh is he?” She doesn’t sound too excited to be talking about this.

* “I know he’s got one of those face-”

* “Obnoxiously handsome?” She spats 

* “Like he thinks existence is a curse, and the world is evil and everything is terrible -” Wait you’re getting off track. “B-but he really is a good guy!”

* You bite your lip, as Bella tells you to turn into a subdivision. 

* “You know after- after I was adopted,” After your parents died. “I was really lonely, I had a family that loved me and anything I asked for but I didn’t really have anyone to talk to” Oh god, why did you choose this story to pick? “Edward was probably the only friend my age I had for years.”

* She straightens up a little bit, a curious glint in her eyes.

* “Really?” You nod.

* “Yeah he would come by every Monday and Wednesday,” You still remember the crunch of the snow under your feet as you both walked to the barn. He always asked why you didn’t just run, and you always told him because you liked the way you could see your breath hang in the air,

* “He could have been out that time, hanging out with other people,” More well adjusted vampires, who hunted instead of harvesting small amounts from animals they raised. “or chasing girls and playing sports, but he stayed with me.”

* “He always made me feel safe, and I’m sure whoever is lucky enough to end up with him will feel that way too.” 

* “I think you’re giving him too much credit” Bella finally says, you smile at her

* “what do you mean?” 

* “Well, who wouldn’t drop everything to hang out with you?” You can’t tell if she’s being genuine or if she’s bitter. Your eyes meet hers and there’s a twinkle in them. ”My house is the one on the left, the one with the magnolia tree.”

* You come to a stop in front of the house she mentioned, shifting it into park, and handing her the keys. 

* You don’t say anything as you climb out of her car. You see Edward stopped a few dozen feet behind her truck, your jeep still on. 

* “Thanks for driving me home” She smiles at you, a real smile that reaches her eyes. It’s nice.

* “No problem, it gave me an excuse to ditch school too haha.” You both stand in awkward silence. Neither of you moving. 

* Well damn what are you supposed to do now?

* “Oh, hey do you want me to bring you your homework or anything?” 

* She perks up at that, reaching into her pocket

*  “If you don’t mind, could you text me what page he homework is on for trig today?” 

* “ Oh for sure! No problem at all” You take her cell phone in your hand. It’s a white sidekick, with a picture of a cactus on the back. She must have gotten it when she moved.

* You can’t help but wonder if she has any friends she misses. She spent her entire life in one community, sure Phoenix is a pretty big place, but she must have had friends, people she sat with at lunch everyday, girls she had known since childhood, sleepovers where they whispered about boys they had crushes on.

* As you hand her phone back, your contact information saved in it, you can’t help but wonder who this person in front of you is. You know her, but at the same time, you know absolutely nothing about her. 

* “See you Monday!” You wave goodbye as you get into the passenger side of your car, and Bella waits on the porch until you and Edward leave.

* Edward’s got that look on his face.

* “Edward why are you mad?” 

* “I’m not mad.” He grumbles and you raise an eyebrow. He sighs.

* “You’re going out of your way an awful lot for that human.” He says as he turns back onto the highway.

* “It’s just the right thing to do Eddie.” 

* He shakes his head, his mouth pinched into a frown

* “Just be careful, I don’t know what that one’s thinking, she could be planning to burn our entire coven for all I know.”

* You roll your eyes, yeah you bet Bella who weights exactly 115 pounds, and has anemia is single handedly planning to bring down the entire vampire race. 

* “How about we make a deal, I’ll promise not to rock the boat while you and Emmett are gone-”

* “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret not covering my ears?”

*” If you promise to bring me back a bear cub - an orphaned one.” He gives you a look you don’t quite care for.

* “You want me to kill a mother bear so you can have a bear cub?” 

* “No of course not! I’m just saying- Emmett doesn’t really look before he kills  so if he kills a mother bear, just make sure you bring me the cubs.” 

* “Why do you even want a bear? How are you planning to take care of it with all those deer around, they need a lot-”

* “Yes Dad I know it’s a big responsibility, don’t worry I won’t make you take it on walks or anything.” 

* Edward gulps hard, one hand detaching from the steering wheel to cover his mouth. 

* Wouldn’t it be positively sinful for you to be underneath him, whining ‘daddy, please’ in that breathy voice of yours and-

* Edward.exe is broken. 

* “Dude you really need to get your shit together before you go on your trip, we’ve been parked for fifteen minutes and your foot is still on the brake.” You say as you get out of the car

* He hits his head against the steering wheel.

* “Yeah, I really do need to get my shit together.” 

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[softluci]

aggressive affection (round two!)

[ part two of this, with the now dateables. guess which one(s) i have a crush on—i am actually so embarrassed because i'm getting shy trying to write this, but it's a must that i put this into the universe. if you want to read this first, rather than the one with the brothers, here is the preface: ] 

i’m not sure if this is something unique to younger people, but i am one hundred percent sure that younger people do it a lot, just going off of the behavior of my friends and i. (i’m gonna tell you now that this isn’t entirely sfw, so minors dni please and thank u)

but i’ve found that it’s pretty common for friends to be, like, aggressively affectionate with one another, for lack of a better phrase. if not aggressively affectionate, then just really flirtatious, often for no reason, and it is still meant entirely in a platonic sense. some examples of this that i have experienced include, but are not limited to:

“i’m gonna eat you,” “do u wanna make out,” “just remember, no matter WHAT happens, i will ALWAYS wanna make out with you,”  “i have literally wanted to fuck all of you at some point,” “let’s have sex,” “stfu before i kiss you,” [points to lap] “is this seat taken?” “every day i’m like, ‘wow, [name] is so cool, we should make out,’” and so on and so forth. 

so you can imagine the fun i’m about to have.

dia

you—why did you—look. 

dia is a very nice, social guy; very smiley, you guys get along great, that's great! 

he is still very much a demon (the prince of them, in fact)  and very much not one of your friends from the human world, no matter how much he wants you to treat him as such. 

you should've known better. 

he'd invited you to the castle for tea and a nice chat—a regular occurrence between the two of you so that he could see how you were doing, how the program was going, talk about lucifer, play catch up; nothing out of the ordinary. 

he complimented you on your performance thus far, telling you about how well you've done—which was just standard kindness—so would you like to explain to the class why your immediate response was, “so kiss me then,” ? 

he was totally fine with it, but he was also very confused, so it was only fair that he pulled you into his lap to get a better understanding of what you meant. if you do the math, it adds up, i swear. 

luckily, you don’t even have to explain yourself with this one because it seems like he already knows. this is good because, given his proximity to you at that moment, you wouldn’t have done a good job explaining yourself anyway. 

“is this how you talk to your human friends?” 

it was a simple question, with a simple answer, it’s just that you were nose-to-nose, and his eyes were hooded all of a sudden and his hand was cupping the side of your face so, naturally, you had some difficulty forming words—fortunately, you managed to nod instead of embarrassing yourself by trying to talk. 

“and do they ever do what you ask?” 

again, it would’ve been foolish of you to try and speak, so you just shook your head. you were doing a surprisingly nice job of maintaining your dignity, well done! this is nice compensation for the fact that you seemed to forget you were dealing with the demon of demons, but he was kind enough to remind you—

“well, i’m not one of them, so i’ll do as you say. you don’t mind, right?” 

do you have a saving grace with this man? meh. he doesn’t want to do anything in front of the others, but he can literally go somewhere private with you under the guise of wanting to talk. it’s not like anyone is gonna tell him he can’t. 

barbatos

you don’t make any sense. you watched black butler know that he’s the scariest person in the devildom, why did you think you could do this? he might be a menace not too far underneath that professional exterior, but that doesn’t mean you have to fuck around and find out. or maybe that’s exactly what that means. 

all he did was bring you tea. he saw you sitting in the castle’s library doing schoolwork—dia offered to let you study there to enjoy some quiet that you wouldn’t have gotten at the house, and because you aren’t one to forgo such a kind gesture, you accepted. 

he set it down on the table in front of you, much to your surprise. 

“oh, thank you! you really didn’t have to,” you said, looking up at him from your seat. 

“nonsense,” he started, smiling softly, “you’ve been working hard.”

you, for whatever reason, took this as an opportunity to pretend barbatos was one of your human friends. 

“you shouldn’t say that unless—” 

that’s all he let you say. what you were going to say was, “you shouldn’t say that unless you plan on making out with me.” trouble was, he already knew that. you must have forgotten who you were talking to. 

before you could finish, his hand was under your chin, and his other hand was resting on the arm of your chair, effectively caging you in, and effectively keeping you from looking away. 

his smile went from benevolent to teasing meaning you got the menace you wanted, as he asked,“unless what?” 

he took more joy in your flustered state than he would care to admit, but he’d recently learned that you had an affinity for trying to catch people off guard, so he thought it was more than fair to do the same to you—as a treat, for him. 

that said, it’s no surprise that you had to endure relentless teasing, him asking you what you wanted from him, why you were so shy all of a sudden, telling you not to be shy and that he wouldn’t bite, unless you asked nicely. what? he liked how warm your face made his hand. 

“what’s wrong? don’t you want to kiss me?” 

okay. that was the last straw. you never even hinted that you didn’t wanna kiss this man, and here he was, making assumptions about you as a person. 

you, in your infinite confidence and assertive nature, said, “i—i never said i didn’t want to.” 

and you know what, you really showed him because even though he laughed at you, even though he made a show of taking off his gloves, even though his hand moved from the arm of the chair to your thigh—even though he took every necessary step to remind you that he was in control, you still got what you wanted. and then some. 

your only saving grace with him is the fact that he breathes professionalism and he’s always busy. when he isn’t busy, however. well. 

simeon

you goddamn heathen. oh, you fucking freak. simeon has a reputation to uphold, you can’t treat him like one of your heathen little human friends, which means you can’t just say whatever pops into your head when you’re talking to him, which means—you should really learn to take compliments normally. 

simeon is a nice guy, and he likes you a lot, so it only makes sense that he compliments you whenever he can. in other words, he dishes out anywhere from one to four compliments whenever the two of you are together. he can’t help it, he just thinks you’re neat! 

the fact remains that you chose to be a menace to the angelic persona he is supposed to project at all times. 

it was a simple compliment. he enjoyed spending time with you, and he told you so, just telling you that your presence was a pleasant one. 

your response was actually normal—it was a simple, “i like being around you too!” 

in a way, this is simeon’s fault, if you think about it. he could’ve just said, “thank you,” and kept it pushing, but instead, he said, “really?”

why would he think you didn’t like being around him? that was unacceptable, so, really, what choice did you have but to give him the most solid affirmation he would ever hear? 

“of course! every day, i’m like, ‘wow, simeon is so cool, we should make out,’ you know?”

what you were expecting was for him to blush and laugh it off, call you silly, and maybe pat your head for good measure. that was a reasonable thing to expect, albeit that is not even close to what you got. 

since you were being so casual, simeon figured that he could—that he should—do the same. it was only natural that he stop being a model angel for a little while, right? 

oh, don’t look so flustered, it’s not like you’ve never been backed against a wall before. how many times has a demon done this to you? it’s only fair that an angel gets a turn. 

“actually,” he started, lips already brushing against yours as he spoke. “i don’t know. would you mind showing me?” 

if you are, understandably, too flustered to function, he will gladly make the first move, don’t worry, but if his first move happens to be taking your bottom lip between his teeth instead of kissing you, well… there’s not much you’re going to be able to do about it, so you may as well just enjoy. 

i mean, you tempt an angel, and you get what’s coming to you—that’s all there is to it. 

similar to barbatos, you will only be safe from this man when he’s in public or around a few of the others. if you’re alone with him and in private, he’s already under the impression that he doesn’t have to be an angel with you, so find joy in the side of him you’ve uncovered. 

solomon (derogatory)

you two deserve each other, really. both of you are public enemies. he was just as terrible as your friends from back home, except he was always walking the line like a tightrope. he was always on the verge of making his teasing into a reality, and to be quite frank, you were starting to get fed up—and you were right to be. but this is what you get for being a dirty solomon enjoyer. 

all of his empty threats and demands about kissing you, his lingering touches on your lower back or waist or thighs, his dumb little smirks on his dumb little face, his occasional bites wherever you were vulnerable, his habit of putting his hand around your throat for fun (or so he says)—those all came with the territory. he hasn’t had a friend to tease in ages (he can’t do it to asmo without it immediately turning into an hour long event), so you get it all at once, congratulations! 

don’t look so upset, he’s an attractive guy, so this is still a win. 

now, all of that said, you were hard pressed to find an opportunity to catch this man off guard, but once you got your chance, you latched onto it exactly as you should’ve. 

the two of you were in his room, studying (“studying”) for an upcoming exam. he was sitting in a chair, and you were on his bed a few feet away. you needed something from your bag, which was on the side of his chair farthest from you, so you decided to walk by him to get it, like a normal person. look at you, acting regular for once.

evidently, that was a mistake. as soon as you were in front of him, his hand was on your waist, and you were pulled into his lap. 

you turned to look at him, eyebrows raised and everything, and he seemed to have an explanation ready to go, paired with one of his signature smiles.

“i was wondering when i’d get to bother you again.” 

this was your chance—probably the only chance you’d get in a while, so it made sense that you took this opportunity to be heinous, even though you were in a rather compromising position. 

“either sleep with me or leave me alone.”

you did it. for a moment, you had him. the surprise plastered on his face was enough gratification to last you a lifetime, however fleeting it may have been. unfortunately for you, he had a wonderful recovery time. 

before you could fully enjoy the look on his face, it was gone, replaced by a more sinister expression that almost made you regret your decision. 

for what it’s worth, you didn’t have to see that menacing look of his for long because he turned you away from him to press your back into his chest. if that makes you feel any better. 

“i’ll never leave you alone,” he hummed, teeth already grazing your neck. his hand moved from your waist to your inner thigh, slowly separating one leg from the other. “but you already knew that.” 

you didn’t have a saving grace with this man before, and now you never will.

[xwing-baby]

Hi, I’ve been binge reading your work and absolutely love it!! Reading the stories on here have helped me to escape as I’ve been going through some bad things right now in a relationship and I was wondering how the Mandalorian would handle coming across the reader experiencing physical and sexual abuse by someone who has bought her after her family sold her for money to survive.

Omg thanks so much for reading my stuff, I’m glad you like it. I’m so sorry you’re having trouble in your relationship right now, I hope you’re safe and find a solution soon!

Tw: mention of sexual and physical abuse and human trafficking

word count: 1.1k

Din had come across this kind of situation before. Trafficking is not as uncommon in the universe as people would like to think.

You are a bounty. He was hired by your ‘family’ to recapture you when you managed to escape

Din doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t really care who or why you are on his list. It’s none of his business and the pay is far too good to pass up

Suspiciously good…

He is very surprised when he finds you and you do not put up any type of fight

For the money he’s been paid he thought it would be far more difficult. You give up as soon as he comes through the door

You are so compliant he doesn’t feel the need to put you in carbonite, though keeping the cuffs on you as he doesn’t underestimate you

You sit down quietly when told and look up at him with blank eyes and ask him what he wants first

He doesn’t quite understand at forest but as you move to take your shirt off he quickly declines, immediately putting space between you and him

You are at him, confused. Nobody ever declined you, not politely anyway

He left you alone, disappearing up a ladder to what you assumed was the cockpit. You sat more scared than ever, wondering what he was going to do or if he didn’t do anything what your ‘family’ was going to do when they got you back

Up in the cockpit, Din tried to figure out what to do. It wasn’t difficult to work out what had happened to you, what was happening to you. He couldn’t in good conscience give you back to those people, no matter how much money he would be missing out on.

Once in hyperspace Din returned to hell to talk to you. He needed to know everything before he proceeded.

You were still awake, staring at the walls tucked into a dark corner with your knees up to your chin

He was blunt, wanting to know exactly what was going on. He kept his distance which you appreciated but you didn’t trust him just yet, if you told him what was happening you would only be in more trouble

“I just want to help you, kid,” He said, "I can't do that if I don't know what they did to you,"

You stay quiet, shaking your head. You couldn't afford a Mandalorian's help.

"Tell me, or not, it's nothing to me but what they're doing is wrong. I don't imagine you're the only one,"

Despite the layer of metal and imposing aura around the Mandalorian, his voice was trusting and you finally looked up at him.

"I can't pay you," You said, afraid you would be falling at the first hurdle before getting his help. The Mandalorian nodded.

"No payment is necessary,"

"You will really help me?" You asked. Again, the Mandalorian nodded.

You thought about it for a moment before coming to the conclusion you were probably dead either way. Once your family got you back they would no doubt punish you whether the Mandalorian told them you told him or not. You were never going to give them a child, so they would kill you eventually anyway. You had nothing to loose.

So, you told the Mandalorian everything. From the day the Empire came to your planet and ruined your birth families lives, to when you were sold to ease their poverty. The physical and emotional abuse you took on a daily basis as well as the other girls in the 'family'.

By the end of it you were sobbing. Your tale was enough to make Din's stomach turn. Angry and upset for you, Din had made his mind up.

There was no way you were going back there

He gave you some food to eat and a blanket to comfort you before heading back up the cockpit to make a call

His first call was to Cara, the only person he knew with any connection to the New Republic Rangers. She was surprised he was asking for their help and offered her own but he insisted the rangers would be fine

He needed it to look official, he didn't want anyone he might miss in an attack of his own to come after you. While they were never his first choice, he figured the rangers would be very interested in such terrible people

He was right. A squadron were deployed as soon as Din left the call and on the planet in moments.

He spotted the rangers the moment he landed the Crest.

You stood up from the floor as the Mandalorian came down from the cockpit, silently waiting for further instruction. You had no idea where you had landed but were happy he was helping you.

However, as soon as he opened the door you panicked, instantly recognising the skyport. You retreated and tears welled up in your eyes again. All that for nothing!

"You said you'd help me! I can't go back there!" You cried, utterly betrayed by him. Guilt and shame consumed you, leaving you shaking in the corner.

The Mandalorian, now outside the ship at the bottom of the cargo door, shook his head before pointing out the orange flight suits of the Rangers walking by.

Then you noticed your 'father' in handcuffs. You stepped out of the ship slowly, not believing your eyes. Your jaw dropped as his son's followed behind him, each in handcuffs.

"What are they going to do with them?" You asked, tears dripping down your cheek half relieved it was over and half scared of what would come next. The Mandalorian shrugged, continuing to watch the parade of abusers into the ranger's ships.

Unable to think of anything to say that could possibly come to any level of the appreciation you held for him,

A surprised 'oh' came from the Mandalorian and he remained extremely still not used to people touching him, and not expecting it from you. A little embarrassed for yourself you let him go and stepped back with a bashful smile on your face

"What do I do now?"

"It's up to you, kid. Stay here or I could take you somewhere else. To your home planet?"

"My home planet was destroyed a long time ago... and I don't want to stay here," You said sadly, "I can't,"

Din sighed. He wasn't a big fan of passengers. Bounties were one thing, necessary, but he worked alone. He didn't need company. But he couldn't leave you somewhere you didn't want to be. He had said he would help you after all.

"I am going to Navarro next," He said. Your face lit up

"I have never heard of it but it sounds great!" You laughed, crying for a new reason now.

Din happily flew back to Navarro, with you sat quietly in the passenger seat

Once back in the small town he informed Karga of the news, knowing your family had been clients for a long time. Karga was not happy about it but didn't have much choice. It was done.

Din introduced you to Cara, who was more than happy to set you up with somewhere to stay while you got back on your feet

Three weeks later Din returned from a string of bounties. He was surprised to see you still in Navarro, almost didn't recognise you. You were happy and healthy, the bruises on your face and arms had healed well and you wore new clothes.

Even though you couldn't see it, he smiled proudly

You were his greatest success yet

this is not my usual style of things but i am in a real rut at the moment and just wanted to get this done. i hope you enjoyed it!!

tagging: @hunters-heathen @peterssweetpea @wille-zarr @beskarbabs

[vicious-vixxxen]

Mermaid!Kirishima X Male Reader

((Lost the original ask who prompted this, but here’s a little Mermaid!Kirishima to start the prompts off here! Thank you again for being the first to send in an ask, I appreciate it so much! And such a fun and interesting one to kick things off with, so manly! <3))

You’d almost fallen asleep. Again. Jesus Christ. Groaning, you stretched your limbs out as far as they’d reach- stifling a cry as your joints popped, and you became a puddle against the wooden dock you were laid across. The soft plap-plap of the waves beneath you very nearly lulling you under once again. Opening your eyes finally, you raised your arm to block out the harsh mid afternoon rays, and to check your watch for the time. Nearly four. He was late. “Where the hell are you, sharkboy,” You grumbled, sitting up, and stretching your arms out for a second time, stretching them for all they were worth, before slumping over and scrubbing at your tired eyes. Wincing slightly at the soft burn of your palms against your cheeks. Fuck. No sunblock. Of course. You’d be confused with a lobster by the time you went home and scooped up in a net for dinner if you didn’t apply any. Chancing a glance around the open ocean around you, spotting hues of blue after hues of blue- but no red- you sighed, tugging off your sweat soaked tank top- shoving it into your bag with the rest of your things, before retrieving your sunblock, and squirting a liberal amount into the palm of your hand. Slapping them together afterwards to smear it around, before hiking a leg up to begin applying it. The soft scent of coconut filled the air around the dock, and mixed with the salty scent of the seafoam below the dock, it reminded you of Kirishima. How enamored he’d been the first time he spotted you out here, doing just as you were now. The scent, the sight. Long tanned legs, short board shorts, no top. He’d been drooling, it was a whole adorable thing. Of course, you absolutely flipped your shit the first time you saw him. He wasn’t exactly the most subtle creature to catch a glimpse of, especially when he reared up to apologize- fins fanning out, causing you to nearly have a heart attack. You knew of mer-people, of course, but no one had seen any in these parts in decades. You certainly hadn’t. Not in your lifetime. First time for anything, though, you supposed. He’d wandered too far from his pod, and gotten curious of the handsome human male spread out like a buffet on the docks. If there was one thing to be said about Eijiro, it was that he was too curious for his own damn good. Something that both endeared you, and frustrated the fuck out of you. You hardly noticed, so caught up in your thoughts of the creature, the sound of the water breaking- the soft creak of the dock straining beneath the merman's grip as he hoisted himself up quietly, laying flat on his stomach just a few feet away. Eyes wide as saucers, red irises glinting mischievously as he tried to stick to his plan. Thwarted only by all the bare expanse of skin you were showing off. Tan, and soft looking. Soft to the touch, too, Kirishima thought suddenly, mouth too full of saliva as he recalled the feel of your skin beneath his webbed fingers. Shaking himself from his awed stupor, Kirishina grinned- all sharp teeth, as he shimmied across the dock, long tail swishing excitedly beneath the water, where it hung low from the dock. Already aware of his tardiness, Kirishima wasted no time lunging for you when he was close enough- laughing boisterously as you shrieked, and began swatting blindly at him. “You asshole! How many times have I told you /NOT/ to do that?” Y/N Shouted, initial panic already seeping away, as he was rolled over beneath Kirishima- the merman's soggy red spikes haloed by the sun’s rays, making him look….positively angelic. The fucking heathen. “You’re an absolute menace to both land and sea society Kirishima- no, no don’t fucking kiss me, I’m mad at you. Take your fishy kisses somewhere else, they will not be accepted here!” Y/N continued to shout, laughing suddenly as Kirishima nuzzled and raked his teeth along the soft expanse of your neck, webbed fingers digging just this side of rough into your sides, to elicit a fit from you. “L-Lemme g-go you smelly s-sardine! Ah-ahah! S-shit, i’m gonna p-piss myself if you don’t-ah!- stop! Kiri, please, mercy, mercy!” You cried, tears in your eyes as Eijiro wrapped your legs around his broad hips- shifting his scales downwards, as to not scrape you. Cradling you in his arms, his elbows against the dock, to shift you both upwards just a bit. Toothy grin as bright as ever as he gave in, and finally looked at you. Kirishima swore he could look at you forever. Your bright, twinkling E/C eyes, the soft, sun bleached tips of your hair. The curve of your nose. The curve of your /lips/. Especially the curve of your lips. “You can’t just show up late and expect me to be all hugs and kisses, that’s not fair,” You pouted, despite the smile you couldn’t help forming on your face. Ankles hooked just at the small of Kirishima’s back, where waist met scales. One hand splayed across the creatures back, the other finding its way deep in the crop of damp hair atop his head. Fingernails digging gently into the base, in that sweet spot that always had Kiri mewling if you scratched long enough. “Mm, i’m sorry, baby shark,” Kiri cooed, snickering at the eye roll he could practically sense, as he dipped his face back down against your neck, and kissed. “-It was my turn to lead the roundup for dinner. You know how long it takes to completely swarm a school of flounder? Little bastards shoot off in different directions. So yummy,” he paused, nipping at your earlobe, causing you to tense, “-but so difficult to catch. Like, but also kind of unlike, another little fish I know.” “A man of a thousand sweet talks.” You were already putty in the merman's hands, and you both knew it. Didn’t mean you had to advertise it. “I am sorry, baby shark. I tried to hurry, but you know how Denki can be. He gets a little zapped if he exerts himself too much on the hunt. We all gotta get him back to the cove in one piece after that, and he’s such a squirmer, so...ya know,” Kirishima shrugged, arms tightening just barely around your middle, as he leaned back, smile less predatory, and more sincere now, as he pressed your foreheads together gently. “Apology accepted...I guess,” You mumbled finally, breaking the creature's gaze, only to flick your gaze down to his plump, bitten lips. One drop of saltwater still clinging to his cupid's bow. “I missed you, dude,” Kiri whispered finally, blush painting his pale face, as he pressed chaste kisses to your cheeks, and chin. Peppering them all over afterwards as you began to giggle. “Missed you too,” You sighed, closing your eyes, and angling your head to catch Kirishima’s lips in a soft kiss. Just a press of them together, no real urgency. You had the rest of the evening, and long after sunset to spend together. There’d be plenty of time for rough, heated kisses below the docks. When you lost your trunks, and Kiri started losing control of the sharpness of his scales. Leaving small pricks and scrapes over your inner thighs, from how you’d going to his hips. Only to have the merman lay you out on the dock under the stars, and kiss them all better. Webbed hands spread wide over your stomach, your hips. Trailing down your thighs, up, and around… “Whoa now,” Kirishima whistled, pulling back to glance down between you, and you huffed. “Don’t get cocky, asshole. I haven’t seen you in almost a week, give me a break.” Hooking your chin over the merman's shoulder, you rolled your eyes once more at Kirishima’s little giggles. Mesmerized by the expanse of muscle in his back. Gaze trailing down between Kirishima’s shoulder blades. Down the small of his back, where his hips dipped first inwards, then back out. Hips filling out below his scales, bright red at the tips, and a deep obsidian at the base, where they met his flesh. Similar to the hair atop his head. Unhooking one of your feet, you ran your toes down along the soft, slippery surface of his tail, as far as you could go, before bringing it back up. Noting the shiver down Kirishima’s spine, and grinning. “Never gets old, does it?” “No, nope. Absolutely not. You make my tail feel like it’s gonna shake right off,” Kirishima groaned, planting his plans on either side of you now, caging you in as you rested back against the dock. “Should probably get that checked out by a doctor.” “Asshole.” “See if I give you the gummy worms in my backpack now.” “....did I mention how much I love you yet?” “That’s what I thought, seaweed brain.” You laughed, flinching back with a frown as Kirishima nipped at the air in front of your face playfully- reaching back for your brag, to draw out the large bag of gummy worms you’d already opened, when waiting for the merman to arrive. Grabbing one out of the pack, and holding it up between two fingers for Kirishima to slurp up. Humming contentedly as he chewed, and you simply smiled. “Love you,” You whispered, feeding him another- watching as he slowed in his chewing, before gulping audibly, and leaning down close. “Love you too. Beautiful boy.” ((Thank you again to the wonderful prompter who asked for this, I had a blast writing it!))

[shyflameweasel]

Divine Meeting

I think Crackpot is his own warning, that weird little creecher.

It was love at first sight, or maybe that was just the blood loss talking. 

All he had done was spread the word of his God to the heathens of Nevada. It was quite the beautiful sermon if he had to say so himself. But the fools only took offense to his wise words. Now here he was, a prophet selflessly trying to spread the good word, bleeding out in an alleyway as a mob of idiots were out for his head. Ugh, he had better times working in the Nexus Tower than here among the masses.

Nothing on him to stem the blood, and no nearby passageways to the sewers for him to get back to his flock. Crackpot sent a prayer to the Higher Powers for salvation for their loyalist follower.

“Huh...hey you alright there?” The cultist jolted, but regretted that a moment as sharp bolts of pain shot through them. With a groan he looked to the alley’s opening. It was hard to make out any features, all Crackpot could really see was a wide brimmed hat. The figure took a step closer. “That really doesn’t look so good there.” “Oh no, as you can see I am quite peachy. Completely and utterly fine.” Crackpot spat. “If you’re here to make a mockery of me go right ahead heathen. But know that you will be smited as a consequence.”

The figure just drew closer, crouching when they got near enough. “Well you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m gonna take that as a reason as to why you’re sitting here.” The figure tilted their head forward, getting a better look at the source of the bleeding. They let out a low whistle, “They sure got you good.” Crackpot jerked back as they reached a hand towards him but immediately regretted it due to the sharp bolts of pain. “Hey careful-” He smacked away the hand. “Don’t lay your unclean hands on me! I refuse to be tainted by a filthy godless peon.”

Crackpot couldn’t see their face but could hear the worry tinge with rising annoyance. “I’m just trying to help. Either you let me do something to stop the bleeding or I can be on my merry way and leave you here. Your choice.” Crackpot glared. “You should be begging me to allow you to assist. What more could any heathen want to do but to serve a prophet in an attempt to cleanse their soul and seek salvation.”

The figure stood up with a huff. Turning around they started to head towards the mouth of the alley. “Whelp, can’t say I didn’t try to be a good samaritan. Better hope that god of yours decides to give you some bandages.” “Wait!” They stopped and turned their head back towards the downed grunt. “What?” Crackpot gritted his teeth, bitingly saying “I would be...grateful for you assistance.” The figure turned around, one hand resting on a cocked hip. “Weren’t you just talking about not wanting to be touched by” they raised their free hand to make quotations. “a heathen and a filthy godless peon.”

“Despite being such, the Ones I follow would spare you in the afterlife for helping one of theirs.” The airborne hand came down and the figure shook their head with a sigh. “Guess that’s the best ‘please save my sorry butt’ I’m gonna get aren't I?” They walked back to their previous position. “Ok, so you definitely need to be moved but I don’t think walking is gonna help so...” Their head turned to and fro, looking for something. Crackpot wasn’t paying as much attention as the world started to go fuzzy. “That should work.” There was a metallic sound before the former scientist felt himself lifted onto something hard.

Crackpot found himself awakening somewhere unfamiliar. The cultist looked around as best he could to get a look at his surroundings. The walls were bare and the ceiling seemed to sag inwards. Trying to sit up, a hand stopped him. “Whoa there bird man, I just finished to close you up. Don’t want you to rip ‘em open. Unless you want to meet that maker you were going on about.” There was the stranger from the alley. Crackpot couldn’t say anything, it felt like his mouth was filled with sand. The hand slid around to his back, where it helped him sit up properly. “You’re gonna have to stay here a couple days until you can move without tearing a hole in your gut bird for brains.”

Just as the stranger had said, Crackpot had found himself in the ramshackle little shack the figure had called home surround by a scrapyard. Though it pained him to be in the hands of a godless wretch it was...surprisingly comfortable. Any sarcasm or insult from the cult leader was countered by their own brand of snark. A line drawn between what kindness they would give before being firm in their stance. It reminded him of his old job at the Nexus Tower, and what comradery he had with some of his fellow scientists before he discovered his true calling. Hmmm...this one would make a fine addition to his flock, especially with their skillset.

Early into his stay Crackpot noticed how metal would react oddly. It didn’t take long until he found out why. His generous benefactor had been absentmindedly doing something on the other side of the room. Seemingly as if they had forgotten he was there, quite rude in his humble opinion, they had made a gesture. A metal cup resting nearby rose from its position and floated over to their now open hand. Then was dropped as they remembered that they had company. The explanation? 

Apparently you generated an electromagnetic field that allowed you to manipulate how the unbonded electrons spinning in metallic atomic structure would move due to your will. Or as you had dumbed it down ‘controlled metal’. Quite the lowly take on the matter but it was to be expected for someone compared to his intelligence. Much to his indignation you had stuck him to the ceiling for ‘birdy time outs’.

After sometime he had been declared healthy enough to leave. (’Your fit to fly the coop now Tweety Bird.’ ‘Must you insist with all these detestable jabs.’ He had only gotten a laugh in response.) Crackpot had asked once more for them to join him. That they could do much more than simply sit here by spreading the word of the Higher Powers to the wastes of Nevada. They had just laughed it off and told him that they were much more happier with their little home. And off he went, finally returning to his flock from his recovery.

Although, that is not to say that Crackpot did not return, he did. Many times in fact.

At first, it was only try and draw you into his flock. Hopefully with repeated attempts they would finally consider his gracious offer. Over time though, that became less and less of a concern for him. Never would he say it aloud but...he was growing fond of you. The snark, the smiles, even those detestable bird puns and nicknames. Crackpot rationalized that this must be a divine test of some sort. For what exactly he was not sure, but it was the only way he could explain those growing feelings.

(’Back again from migration again birdy? Maybe I should hang up a sign saying “Roost Sweet Roost”.’)

But as it usually goes in Nevada, nothing stays good for long.

He had just made it to your scrapyard when several cretins ambushed him. Calling him a quack of all things! The nerve of these heathens! Those his annoyance at the fools didn’t last long as a punch was thrown at his face, knocking him down. Followed swiftly by further abuse as the simpletons rained down more punches and kicks onto his downed form. The only sound to be heard were sounds of impacts and ugly laughter. Until...

“Hey, what the hell are you doing over here!” He knew that voice. “Ya. What’s it to you?” One of them shouted back. The blows had stopped coming as they turned their attention away from him. “Well I live here so its my business! Wait...Tweety Bird!” Crackpot groaned. “Tweety bird? Now if that’s not the stupidest- what the hell!” Whatever they were going to say was cut off by the grinding of metal shrieking through the air.

He turned his head towards the sound, knowing what would have caused it. He did not expect what he saw though. One eye was visible from under their hat, filled with a fury Crackpot had never seen from them. A whirlwind of metal surrounded them that would fly upwards to the large masses of metal in the air twisting morphing together to form something. It didn’t take long to figure out what that shape was. From what had to be the entirety of the scrapyard were two massive hands floating above them.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You are going to leave. Right now. If I ever see you around here or even near my friend again I will throw you across Nevada. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear.” Each word dripped with furious intent. And if that they were stupid enough to test that, the hands flexing was more than enough to show how serious the situation was. The cretins did what had to be the smartest thing they’ve ever done in their lives and ran.

Laying there, Crackpot had a realization. When he had asked for help in the alley, it was must have truly been a gift. That he must have passed a test or gained a boon for his loyalty. That one of the Higher Powers themselves had taken form and come to his aid. That this one must have favorited him and came to him in the time of his greatest need.

The metal behemoths settled gently onto the ground as They ran over to him. “Shit shit shit. Are you ok?” Their hands flew around Crackpot as They checked for injuries. “You must be a Higher Power given form, I am truly blessed to follow such a kind being.” “Yup not okay, you’ve gone loopier than normal. Let’s get you inside and fix you right up.