#he don't shine like a disco ball!

[jacensolodjo]

Shep's boys making frowny faces. For reasons.

[the-kr8tor]

hey i was wondering if you could write a fic about the reader teaching Hobie how to roller skate?? It’s so oddly specific but i can imagine him just struggling with it and it’s funny to me. Plus my dream date is to teach someone how to roller skate 😭. Thank you so much. Also please remember to take breaks and rest. I lysm and appreciate all the effort you put into ever story ❤️

What a cute prompt! Thank you for requesting!! And I will!! You're too sweet ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2 k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for a mention of Hobie being tall and brief mention of clothes), cw food mention, set in Hobie's 70s dimension, FLUFF

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Being a part of the spider society has numerous Perks— Free therapy if you're willing to wait months for a single appointment. The cafeteria providing three meals a day to starving spider people from all walks of life, (and dimensions) not to mention the unmatched camaraderie with your fellow spiders. That alone makes all the jet lag from traveling through dozens of multiverses, and all the aches and pains that comes with being bitten by a radioactive spider. But, there is one thing that trumps all of those perks, and that's hopping to your partner's dimension for a not-so-quick date at the roller rink.

Hobie didn't take much convincing, especially after showing him your timeline appropriate outfit to him. His dimension is practically stuck in the 70s, filled with groovy psychedelic colours from the top to bottom. And of course there's the leather jackets that you've grown accustomed to just by being with Hobie. Hell, you especially love those leather pieces like the one you're wearing now. You went all out with your outfit, researching the trends back then with a splash of punk looks that had Hobie almost melting the second you stepped out of the portal. You fit in, to say the least. But after all the research and countless hours in the library just scouring for history books and life in the 70s, they don't compare actually being there and seeing it with your own eyes.

A glorious disco ball hangs in the ceiling, twinkling lights dancing around the funky, swirly and fluffy walls of the roller rink. Everywhere you look there's a burst of colours, and there's no lack of laughter ringing above iconic disco music you've heard before.

Smiling, you sit on a bench, eyes turned upwards at the sparkling lights twirling around the whole place. Hobie kneels before you, insisting to tie your rollerblades for you, citing that if it's not done well you could fall over and smash your face on the polished granite. You of course don't refuse, loving how much he dotes on you when there's no mission to rush to or a certain Spiderman breathing down his neck.

Patting your foot, Hobie calls your name above the blaring music. “How's the weather up there, lovie?”

You tilt your head, chin tucked on your clavicle, admiring how handsome he looks under disco lights with his piercings and eyes shining. “How long have you been waiting to say that to someone, huh, tall guy?”

He takes your unlaced rollerblade, pushing it in your socked foot and then propping it up on his knee. He's smiling all through it, happy to indulge you even for a quick moment without anyone to kick or web up. “Believe it or not, I've said it a few times.”

You fake a gasp, and he chuckles at your antics while he ties a ribbon. “Someone is taller than you?! I thought that was impossible!”

“You're impossible.” Hobie's hand remains on your ankle, hand rising up to cup your knee, thumb drawing circles around your tights. Leaning up, he holds your hip with his free hand, pushing you down gently to meet him halfway; which you gladly let him guide you.

Beaming, you peck his nose and the space between his brows. Earning a soft chuckle from him. “Says the one kneeling before me.”

“Which makes my comment correct.” He follows suit, kissing where your Cupid's bow lies before standing up shakily on his rollerblades. (That he hides with his nonchalance.) “C’mon, let's get this over with before I change my mind.”

Taking his helping hand, you pull yourself up, effortlessly standing on the wheels. “It's not too bad, I promise. Even little kids get it right after a few tries.”

He raises a pierced brow. “Those little kids aren't as tall as me and don't have a reputation to keep.”

You poke his side, “I've seen you backflip off of Rhino's head. Roller skates are nothing compared to that. Besides, no one you know is here to see you fall flat on your ass.”

“You won't film it like last time we went ice skatin’?” He can't help but ogle you under the light and amidst the bright colours.

Leading him towards the rink, you hold his hand, slowly inching your way inside. “I promise I won't take videos this time.” He huffs in reply as you guide him to the shiny floors. “It was for personal use anyway.” You mumble to yourself.

Hobie immediately holds onto the railings next to him the second his feet leaves the carpeted floors and onto granite. His knees are bent and shaking while he tries to keep his balance on the wheels. “Love, why'd you let go?!”

Giggling, you reach for him with open arms, rolling towards him. “I didn't! You did!”

Panic spreads through him unlike all the times he has fought countless villains as his rollerblades smack loudly on the floors as his feet skidaddles in place, struggling to even stand up. After reaching for you, your six foot three baby holds onto you like a life raft. Long arms grasping with none of the cool nonchalance he usually exhibits.

“Do you want me to get a training cart for you—?”

“No, I've got this.” Hobie straightens up, hand holding on to your jean pocket as if he wasn't whining a few seconds ago.

“Oh okay—”

“Don't let me go this time.”

“I won't, Hobs. Maybe try moving your legs?” Smiling, you roll around the rink as he uses you as his personal guide while he barely moves his stiff legs.

His eyes roam around the rink where people of all ages whizz past him without a care. He looks over to you with a new found determination. If those children who are barely five years old can skate like they own the place, he too can do it. “What do I do now?”

You don't laugh or giggle at him, instead, you help and support him throughout the lesson like you promised him when you suggested the date. Hobie picked up on the skill real quick, quicker than he did for ice skating. Maybe the music helped him, or maybe he really wanted to impress you this time instead of the ‘baby deer learning how to walk’ he exhibited earlier.

After a while he's already skating around you. A bit wobbly but his form makes up for it. Hobie thanks his spider senses and balance for not stumbling and crashing into another person.

You're all tired out after the exercise. Head placed on his shoulder, arms looped around his middle as he's the one guiding you this time while you two skate mindlessly on the shiny floors as the skating rink dies down for the night. He blows air in your ear, waking you up.

“Thank you.” Hobie affectionately pecks your brow, you hum in content. “You've got some patience in you, love.”

“Nope, you're just a fast learner. And you're welcome, thank you for indulging me.”

“You chose well.” His eyes smile, hand splayed over the small of your back. “Next time it's my turn to pick the place.”

“What do you have in mind?” Tilting away, your hand snakes up from his back to his nape, kneading softly.

“It's a secret, innit. For now,” he skids to a stop, hand still holding on to you. “you need to see some food that your dimension hasn't seen in decades.”

Your eyes widens, gasping. “So much food that shouldn't be in jell-o.” You're already unlacing your rollerblades.

[rindough]

cw. i rllllly recommend listening to 'illusion' by dua lipa, i hope i did boothill justice here!! 🥹🥹

OMG imagine dancing with Boothill in the middle of a mission to hunt down Acheron. The disco ball shines through the dark room, bodies of the dreamscape residents bump against one another to the beat of the music and to be honest, the quest has come to its moment of being at a constant, of being at a... perfect standstill.

"We better make this quick, been waitin' for so fudgin' long it's getting borin' in here!"

He pauses at the hand that has reached out for him, holding him in place to prevent him from taking his gun out. "Oi!"

"Don't 'Oi' me." You groaned, your colleague rolls his eyes at you. "Control yourself."

"You... Then how are we gonna make sum' progress with this task?"

Hm? He thinks, watching as you've pushed yourself off from leaning against the counter, yourself being a step ahead of him causing him to stand straight too.

"Care to have a dance with me?" He blinks, he breath now hitched at the way your question was thrown at him, words that slipped through your plush lips? Eyes luring him in with your request through the strands of your hair?

"Boothill?"

Hell yeah he's in.

Without hesitation he drags you to the middle of the dancefloor, with how fast he's moving, it's no doubt he's skilled or he's done this before... in his bedroom you guess, from the way he mutters a few "Hm. Like this." and some "Okay, okay, okay." It was a teeny bit messy but honestly? You found some cuteness to it.

It took him less than a minute's time to have you be pressed so close to him, body swaying oh so sexily with your face inches apart. The hold of his hand on yours, fingers intertwining as he lifts it up with eyes not leaving yours.

You spin, catching that shark teeth beaming right back at you when your body comes back to face his.

Man, you swear you found the cyborg attractive and at times his actions have caused your heart to do summersaults but... this? What even can beat to this moment right now?

The beat, the smiles exchanged between you, it all leaves him giddy, that eat-shitting grin breaks when his laughter fills your ears. His automatic heart swirling all around just like the way these colorful dots dance across your face. It's intoxicating, really. He wants to lean in, perhaps this is the right time-

No... no, he shouldn't.

Without a word he whips your figure out by the arm in the small dance circle the crowd had given you. One second he's chuckling at the sound of your gasp leaving your lips, the next you're both in a giggling fit when you come right back in his arms. Boothill, no matter how many times he had contemplated this thing he's dealing, will bet an arm, or his whole body that he is NOT (Read: crazily, deeply) into you.

It was baffling really, how the both of you could follow up and be in sync to the invisible rhythm you have in that pulsing minds of you two. Body pressed and swaying to the rhythm, a hand or two on his shoulder, his two metal limps holding firmly to your hips. The view of the background swiftly changes depending who's on who's side of the room now.

The glimmer in his eyes were telling, you both knew this was something... deeper. A new side of each other the two of you are finally discovering after years of working together. And that glimmer in his eyes, though somewhat unfamiliar, was telling you something, and with the slow, yet daring grin playing on your lips, he takes that as a yes.

As the music comes to hit you again with its drop, he subsequently directs your bodies the other way and you hung your head back, eyes closing when his hand stays by the low of your waist, feeling the cold metal of his palm slipping to the back of your knee while you hung low from his dip.

"Atta, baby."

His words, his hold on you, this... it all brings you a sense of security and comfort, as if you're both just regular folks coming to Penacony for a trip together. Bubbles of laughter escapes your lips, especially with the way his strands of hair tickle your torso. He peers down at you across the valley of your chest, grinning at what your mission has come to.

He pulls you up quickly.

Your laughter dies down and you open your eyes, your hair guaranteed a slight mess but that's not of concern right now. Because who you both expect to find is right there staring back at you, amused.

"Great dance, you two."

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[bleuside97]

That Night Was Different

paring: richclubowner!Jungkook x lonely reader

genre: one night stand au smut

summary: looking for excitement you unexpectedly found someone who gave you everything you had wished for.

warnings: smut, n*pple play, coochie eating, praising kink.

This month was no doubt one of the most difficult for you. You maintained a stable position in retail that provided you with a satisfactory income, just enough for taking care of your bills. Unfortunately, it was announced to you that due to some financial struggles, the company had to let some employees go, including you. As a strong and resilient woman, however, you refused to give up and started looking for other jobs. But no luck seemed to be on your side, and to make matters worse, your landlord raised the rent. So, overwhelmed by all the stress, you decided to head to a young upscale club called "Dionysus." in Central Seoul, South Korea. To have some drinks to forget all your worries for a while. You've been coming here everyday for a month. The same night every night.

On a cold Saturday night you were sitting alone at the bar. "Alone yet again." Y/n muttered under her breath to herself. Being an introvert for so long has had its benefits but right now you were met with the down sides. In such an uplifted environment you couldn't help but feel drained. You didn't know why but you suddenly didn't want to be there anymore. Your eyes advert to the sixth shot glass you ordered and just been placed in front of you. For a moment you only stare at the alcohol. "You'll be the death of me." You say before gulping the bitter substance down your throat. It burns your esophagus and makes a quick disgusted face before slamming it down on the rough wooden table.

Your eyes gleam with wonder as you observe the recently developed nightclub. With its large dance floor shining brightly in neon lights and illuminated by spotlights and a shimmering disco ball, the atmosphere practically oozes excitement. All around, drunken and flushed bodies move along to the beat of the thumping music; jumping and swaying in a joyous and carefree manner. You can't help but smile along with them. The vibrant, pounding sound resonates within your body, making your heart beat faster. You don't know what it is, but a sudden urge compels you to take a leap of faith and join the others on the dance floor, letting the infectious music guide your body.

The rhythm of the song shifted into a captivating, slow melody. Deliberately, you began to move with a seductive grace, allowing your hips and legs to sway freely, independent of any outside influence. Your arms glided slowly down your body, accentuating every curve. Suddenly, you could feel the presence of another body behind you. His hands lightly gripped your waist, subtly indicating his presence without interrupting your movements. In perfect synchronization, his hips matched your pace, creating an unspoken harmony. Your gaze was drawn to his muscular arms, belonging to a handsome man with an olive complexion. He pulled you closer, intensifying the connection, inviting you to feel his undeniable presence. Maintaining a steady rhythm, you bit your lip, longing for increased tension. His hands on your hips guided you as he turned you to face him.

It was like a fantasy come to life, as you gazed upon this breathtaking man. With long, black locks framing his chiseled features and captivating doe-shaped eyes, he exuded an aura of charm and allure. His tight-fitting shirt showcased his sculpted chest, the muscles beneath emphasizing his strength. Utterly captivated by him, you were unable to look away. Sensing your reaction, he smirked, radiating confidence. His right hand glided from your hip, up along your side, until it reached the nape of your neck, holding you gently but with purpose. Leaning close, he whispered in your ear, "Come with me to my table."

Before you can even consider, your involuntary movements had agreed for you. You nodded your head, following closely behind him amidst the sweltering crowd of flushed bodies on the dance floor. The sensation of being amidst the flurry of the dance floor was something you had suddenly yearned for. The anticipation of what the night would bring fueled your excitement. A magnificent gold and velvet stanchion rope stood as a barrier at the entrance of the elevated section. Swiftly, the security personnel removed the rope, granting you both access. As you stepped into the new setting, you felt a sense of liberation. The section was occupied by individuals most likely of a similar age. Their closed and self-assured expressions hinted at their elevated status. You felt out of place amidst them. Jungkook found an unoccupied seat on the lounge chair and graciously offered it to you. In a relaxed posture, he placed one arm on the headrest of the couch while the other remained nestled in the space between his spread legs.

You settled down beside him, avoiding eye contact. In fact, you instinctively stiffened your posture on the couch as you sensed his piercing gaze. There was a slight eerie silence between you. "May I get you a drink, my dear?" he smoothly inquired, his gaze filled with thoughtfulness. "Pleasure meeting you I'm Jeon Jungkook." He removes his hand from between his hand and offers it to you. You take it. "Y/n." You say with a charming smile. "Y/n..." He holds your hand and kisses the back of your hand. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." The intensity in his eyes was undeniable. "I see something exceptional in you," he replied in a suave, charismatic tone. "To the extent that I believe you are the most stunning being I have laid eyes on in a considerable time." "Don't I feel like a rare gem amongst the ordinary?" you chuckled, amused by your own remark. "How do you justify deeming me special?" He smirked and playfully winked at you. "You are more than just a rare gem, my dear. You are the brightest star illuminating the entire night sky; your radiance is so captivating that it becomes impossible to look away. You are a true masterpiece."

Unimpressed you chucked, "Is this how you're gonna win me over?" Y/n scoffed shaking his head at the lame small talk. He smiles confidently in response. "I'm going to treat you to every wish of yours and to everything you could ever want. I want to show you the time of your life." He gives you another confident smirk. So you're a genie?" You sarcastically asked.

He chuckles confidently, not deterred by your sarcastic tone. "If I am, what wish would you make if I could grant it?" He asks as he leans forward slightly, his eyes twinkling with interest. She backs up a bit at his closer contact but remains quiet. "Oh come on, love," he says mischievously, giving your arm a squeeze. "Let me win you over." He smiles at you. "I know you like me already. So let me prove to you that I'm serious." "Oh. Such rumors don't exist." You turn looking away. He chuckles. "Oh you don't?" Jungkook asks with a sly smirk. "I know you're playing hard to get." His demeanor becomes confident once more. "You're playing this little game of cat and mouse as if I don't know exactly what you're trying to do." He gives you a playful wink to show that he knows you're playing along with him. "Let me be your man i know I can treat you like a princess. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." She gets up all close and personal to his beautiful face, "You know what I want." He looks at her with a mystery to her answer. "A night where I can have blissful fun and forget about my life, just for one night. I wish for the best night of my life."

He looked at her with a sad expression for a moment, a pause before answering. "I've been watching you for a while, y/n, I watch you come into my club every night for the past month. At the same time every night. I don't want you alone in your hard times." You stopped talking and just listened to him. He twists lip ring before continuing, "I'll give you an offer." You immediately shake your head. "Oh I'm not like that. No Thank you, sir."

You get up to leave but he pulls you back down. "Before I can tell you, Let me give me your wish, y/n." Y/n thinks for a moment. Wondering if this is the right thing to do? Who knows what she is getting herself into. Jungkook smirks at the kiss that you place on his hand. "I told you I'd make you feel something," he purrs. "This is just the beginning, love; I plan to show you many nights like these." He gives you a flirtatious wink and holds you closely against him. "Follow me," he says as he leans in close before pulling away. He motions with his hands to follow him and begins to walk out the door, motioning for you to follow him with his hand. Jungkook leads you from the bar and into what appears to be a private suit in his club guarded by security his best men. Before coming to a halt. The security grants him and you access. He unlocks the door with a key. Opening it to a grand suite. You are awfully impressed. "Close your eyes," he commands. "Trust me. You'll love what I have in store for you."

You close your eyes with hands unsure of this was safe. He doesn't waste time before he's kissing you sensually, licking your bottom lip asking for entrance. You open your mouth his tongue swirls around yours and fights for dominance as you let him have it. Spending some time making out, getting to know each other with your mouths he begins to kiss down your neck leaving open mouth kisses down your neck behind your ears occasionally nipping at it. He rips your dress and your bra and attacks your left boob. Sucking on your nipple and palming the other one in his other hand. “Hmm? You like this don't you?" His tongue begins to swirl around the nipple. You bite your lip and you have to force your eyes to look at the ceiling. Jungkook’s inked hand reaches down your lower back. His subtle touches leave a trail of shivers, until his pads brush over the slope of your ass. He squeezes your cheek, firm fingers kneading into your skin.

Leaving you breathless Jungkook's hand graze the sides of your body. As you continue kissing, Jungkook’s hands creep bare body up your thighs until your panties are revealed. His hands press further toward your inner thighs, and you gasp into the kiss when his thumb pushes against the seat of your underwear.They have been damp for a while now and you know he knows this, so you aren’t surprised when he breaks the kiss to smirk. With hon many times you see him smirk tonight it makes you want to punch him. "All for me?" He chuckles before removing your panties. He pushes you to the nearest wall and begins playing with your pussy. He spreads your wetness with his finger. Your hand on Jungkook's shoulder squeezing it when he brushes past your clit. His finger dwells there, putting pressure on your swollen clit. Then Jungkook’s hand is reaching for you again. He brushes a finger over your hole, and your body twitches from the sensitivity. He slides that finger through the wetness and then uses the lubrication to push only the tip of his finger in. he dips it in and out, teasing the nerves at your entrance. Your hips impulsively start to rock, a shaky whimper rolls past your mouth.

Then quickly transitions to his tongue is on your pussy. Using both his spread your cheeks open for better access. His tongue dives between your folds, inciting breathless whimpers from you. His head nudges your entrance. You inhale sharply ready for him inside you. He pulls out his cock out of pants and sdjust the tip to your entrance. Brushing the tip against your quivering hole. Jungkook pushes his cock inside "You can take it.” Jungkook’s hand finds your tit, firmly palming the smooth flesh. “You’re gonna take my cock like the good girl you are, right?” You only cry out in pleasure. He continues to thrusts deeply in you. “Damn, you feel so fucking amazing,” he grunts, a harshness surrounds his tone. Jungkook loses himself. He finds his rhythm and thrusts inside your pussy with sharp motions. “So fucking pretty.” A hand travels over your ass to your spine and back. “The prettiest girl,” he rasps. A smack on your butt was given. The pain leaving your walls clenching around his thick cock. He grops your breasts as you both reach your climax. Collapsing in your shoulder. He whimpers in your ear.

a/n: alot of mistakes and im not sure if i like it too much so i will be editing it alot tmrw but enjoy fkr now

[corpsebasil]

NIKOLAI HUNGER GAMES PARTE DOS

dear God he's so handsome I can't do this

Maybe you shouldn't be, you know you shouldn't be, but you're happy to see your prep team regardless of how you're feeling on the inside.

"'The female tribute for District Two'" Lionus Treech, the announcer for your district, had cheered, reading the slip of paper inside the glass bowl. If you could've bet money you'd put your life's savings on every name in that bowl being yours. "'Y/N Y/L/N!'"

When you moved forward, exchanging one quick glance with the sharp-toothed Enobaria, you knew none of the other surviving victors would volunteer. Even Brutus, a nasty, violent man that still treats life like an arena, hadn't done much but lift his brows when Nikolai's name was read from the male bowl. (It helped that Nikolai was watching Brutus with an expression that promised unspeakable violence if the older man even blinked funny.)

"Darling!" The first voice cries; the trio of stylists that burst through the train door are as loud as their sense of style, all three clad in some sort of animal print. "You look stunning!" Lark gasps, bringing his warm hands to your face. The dark-skinned man is wearing bright purple liner, the color unfairly gorgeous on him. "Don't worry, we'll get these dark circles out of the way. Where's that handsome man of yours?"

"You won't believe the party you missed last month, Y/N. There were aerialists dressed like actual swans! And a frozen swan ice sculpture!" Jem adds, kissing your cheeks quickly. Her dark hair is pulled back in a spiky bun, the part of her hair zigzagging. "You would've looked glorious in this white little number I was working on--covered in feathers. Just glorious."

"I'm sure Y/N feels devastated she missed it." Xiomara, your most level-headed stylist, muses, her tattooed skin free of any makeup. She almost looks normal by Capitol standards--if it weren't for the ear-modding that leaves the tips of them pointed like a fairy's. Her golden eyes are amused when she pulls you into a soft hug, her voice soft. "Hello, darling. We've all missed you." When she pulls away it's clear she wants to say more but she doesn't. "The gem of the Capitol. We will do our best to make you shine."

"Oooh! That's an idea!" Lark snaps his fingers. "'Shine'!"

"What are you getting at?" Jem scoffs.

"Shiiiiiineee. We can cover her skin in gold dust! She'll look like a goddess."

"She'll look like a damn disco ball."

"Lets see you come up with--"

"Hello." The moment Nikolai speaks, his frame filling the empty doorway, all three preps whip their heads in his direction. Jem actually blushes. Then the cooing begins, Jem and Lark fussing over him while you and Xiomara watch with tiny smiles on your faces. Your prep team--Nikolai's biggest fans. "Yes, yes I did." Nikolai responds to a flurry of questions, Lark's biggest concern being whether your lover has cut his hair recently or not.

"With you and Finnick there I'll have to keep smelling salts around for the amount of swooning Capitol citizens." Lark sighs, fanning himself dramatically. "Just imagine him covered in gold dust, Jem."

"I am certainly imagining it."

"Picture it. Picture it vividly."

"Let's allow the two of them relax." Xiomara urges, calmly leading her fellow stylists out the door. She gives Nikolai a soft pat on the shoulder as they leave, still squawking about covering the two of you in gold dust. The second the door closes you sit on the nearest velvet-clad seat, a long sigh leaving you.

"Gold dust, hmm?" Nikolai hums, approaching you calmly. "Seems like your prep team is excited for the Quell."

"Maybe they're inspired. They get to style me, after all."

"Course they are." Nikolai smirks when he leans over you, arms caging you against the couch. Your eyebrows lift, chin raising a fraction as he crowds you, forcing you to look up. "You're utterly striking."

"Why thank you. I always say--"

"You always say--?"

"--'I am the gem of Panem'--"

"Yeah, yeah." Nikolai scoffs, cutting off your giggles with his mouth. He leans into you, lips roving over your own while you close your eyes, your hands tugging him even closer. "'Gem of Panem'. You certainly are." His words are spoken softly against your lips before his tongue moves to trace the curve of your throat.

"Yes..." You murmur, head tipping back. "That is....true."

"Mhmm."

"Nik."

If anyone overhears the moan you let out when he kisses his way down your neck, tugging the front of your dress down with him, they don't bother you.

Lol

I need him

[sheepiemc]

Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #1: lonely

It was a day that started like any other. 

Your alarm went off (like always). 

You got ready for work (like always). 

You commuted (like always). 

You did your job for four hours (like always). 

Then, it was time for lunch. 

Normally, you opt to stay inside “the office” (or wherever it is that you work) and bring something from home to save money. But looking at your lunch — the same thing you eat almost every day — makes you sigh. 

You look out the window to the city down below. It was a gloomy morning, but now that it is midday, the sun is starting to shine through the clouds. A beam of sunlight lands on your skin and you enjoy the warmth. The ring on your finger catches the light and you look down at it. 

How ridiculous would it be to summon a demon to have lunch with you because you don’t want to eat alone? You banish the thought from your mind. You don’t want to disturb the demon you were thinking of; you are certain he has a lot on his plate (like always) and he wouldn’t appreciate being  bothered with something so trivial (like always). 

You sigh and look outside again. Maybe the fresh air will do you some good. You decide to spend your lunch break walking around downtown just because you can. Honestly, you don’t know why you don’t do this more often. You can find a lot of hidden gems this way. 

You wander around aimlessly before you happen upon a record store. It's just a little hole-in-the-wall place, mostly unassuming. When you step in, however, you're greeted by a music-lover's paradise. Multi-colored vinyl records, signed band posters, and album covers decorate the walls. The atmosphere is groovy and retro, speaking to a bygone era of funk and flower power. There’s even a disco ball hanging from the ceiling! You take in the scenery for a moment as you stand in the doorway. 

“‘Sup.” The guy behind the counter greets you without looking up. “If there’s anything you need help with or want to listen to let me know.” You nod, even though he isn’t looking at you, and go to explore the stacks. 

Your fingertips brush past rows and rows of records. You search all your favorite genres, looking out for your favorite bands, and find some gems. You don’t have a lot of money right now, so you can��t go crazy. You twist the ring on your finger as you contemplate what to get.

Actually, now that you think about it��

Maybe you can find something to add to your “special collection”. 

See, you were inspired by a certain demon to develop a “cursed” record collection of your own. Since cursed magical items are hard to come by on earth, whenever you find yourself in a place that sells records, you like to check out the classical music section for albums that feature, or are inspired by the devil. It's something you like to share with him and only him. After shuffling through the stacks, you find something you think will work. You smile impishly to yourself, proud of your new purchase.  

You make it through the rest of the workday thinking about the record. You aren't going to listen to it just yet; you like to share the experience with the devil himself. It's a good excuse to summon him from the Devildom — well, good enough for you anyway. You like to have a few more albums to listen to before you call him, so you don't feel as guilty for asking him to stay a bit longer. 

You take a deep breath when you finally arrive in your quiet room, in your now-still apartment. You place the record on top of the others and take a look around — empty, except for your cat, sleeping peacefully on your bed. You could invite friends over to fill the silence, but your friends are notoriously terrible at last-minute plans. You absentmindedly twist the ring on your finger. 

You need something to fill this oppressive quiet, your fingers itch and ache, you have to DO something. 

You have to play the piano. 

You go out to your living room, where you keep a digital piano. It’s a little fancier than a regular old keyboard but you live in a small apartment and you're not exactly rolling in it so it's the best you can do. 

The room is dark. 

You hate the silence. 

You sit at the bench and flex your fingers, hovering above the black and white keys. No sheet music, right now you just need to play your emotions. You play a low note and listen to it reverberate. 

Then a chord. 

Then another. 

You close your eyes and start improvising a melancholic melody over a haunting chord progression. You are so lost in what you’re creating you don't notice the blue light flooding the dark room. It’s gone almost as soon as it arrived and it brings with it a figure covered in shadow, a figure you also don’t notice. He stands tall in the center of your room, tilting his head to the side as he listens. Once he gathers what happened intuitively, he stands over you, proudly watching you pour your potent emotions into your playing. 

You strike a final chord and exhale loudly, ruminating on the final note. You gasp lightly when a teardrop you didn't notice falls from your face onto the keys. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when another chord is struck up the piano. The shadow figure reveals himself to be the very demon you were thinking about while playing. Lucifer doesn't look at you as he continues to play a lighter melody. Your hands jump away from the keys and press against the rapidly beating heart in your chest.

He continues to play, not yet sitting. His sketch sounds hopeful, almost as if to say, "I'm glad to have you with me again." He sneaks a glance at you and smirks, finally taking a seat on the bench next to you. You just watch him, absolutely mesmerized, still in shock that he's really in front of you. 

He stops playing and looks at the keys closest to you, a signal — it's your turn again. Your melody is more playful than moody this time, there's a lightness now that wasn’t there before. Lucifer responds with something firm and grounded. When it's your turn, you tickle your way closer to his side. He gets lower, too. You scoot closer. From the corner of your eye, you see him smile a little bit wider. In the middle of his turn, you start playing again and together you improvise a beautiful, colorful piece of music together, full of happiness and longing, celebrating each other. 

When you can’t contain your excitement any longer, you interrupt the song and throw your arms around him. The force of you throwing your entire body weight at him only pushes him over slightly — he’s quick to catch you in his arms, twisting his torso to face you. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you say into his neck. It comes out as barely a whisper. 

You feel more than hear the chuckle rumble in his chest. “You’re the one who summoned me here.” 

You pull back just enough to look at him. “Would you believe me if I said I didn’t do it on purpose?” 

He looks at the keys on the digital piano. “Something was calling out to me.” 

“I guess I’ve been kinda lonely today… And I was thinking about you… A lot…” 

Lucifer hums contentedly, stern lines on his face smoothing out. Obviously, he likes it when you stroke his ego. 

You roll your eyes playfully and bury your face in his neck again. “I’m sorry for summoning you by accident, I know you're very busy but…” You play with his tie. “Can you stay here a bit, with me?” 

Lucifer sighs softly. You steel yourself for the words you're sure will come out of his mouth, “I can’t” or “Not right now”. 

“MC, I don’t think you realize that I want to see you just as much as, if not more so than, you want to see me.” He traces his finger along your jaw and lifts your chin so that you're looking at him. “If I’ve made you think I feel otherwise, that is my fault and I must apologize.” 

You feel your heart skip a beat when the Avatar of Pride apologizes to you, a lowly human. You’re in such a state of shock, you don’t know what to say so Lucifer continues to fill the silence. “If I had the ability to summon you to my side whenever I wanted, I can’t say I wouldn’t abuse that power greatly.” 

His hand rests at the side of your face, thumb wiping another tear you didn’t even know fell. You got so used to that rowdy house in the Devildom, so full of people and chaos, that coming home to your quiet, little one-bedroom apartment in the human world every day has been wearing you down. More tears start to flow as the weight of your loneliness comes crashing down on you.

You hold him tighter and press your face into his shoulder, hiding in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess,” you say, laughing.  

He chuckles. “Don’t apologize. I appreciate all aspects of you. Even when you are a mess.” 

You sit on the piano bench for what you wish was all eternity but is likely only about 10 minutes before you reluctantly untangle yourself from the demon you unwittingly called to this realm. 

“Well, since you're here…” You stand, pull him from the bench, and lead him to your bedroom… where you keep your records! You present him with the newest addition to your collection with a wide smile. 

He takes it from your hands and looks at the cover thoughtfully. He reads the title out loud, “The Mephisto Waltz & Other 'Satanic' Piano Music Of Franz Liszt - John Ogdon”. 

He looks back at you. “Interesting,” he says in the most uninterested tone. You laugh out loud, you thought he might like that. 

“Well, if you don’t want to listen to it, I can just-” You reach for the record but he pulls it out of your reach. 

“I never said that.” 

He walks over to your record player and carefully sets it up while you sit on the edge of your bed. When the music starts up, you're surprised by how fast-paced it is but you're still into it. Luci looks at your desk chair meaningfully then back at you. You scowl and shake your head slightly, tapping the edge of the bed next to you. He smiles and sits down beside you.

You lean against him, sneakily snaking your arms around his middle, and play with one of his hands. 

You feel him relax, almost imperceptibly, leaning into your touch. He chuckles, and softly says under his breath, “This brings back memories.” 

He closes his eyes and you lift your head to stare at him, left wondering whatever the hell he meant by that. You would ask, but he loves to be intentionally vague whenever you bring up his involvement in the lives of humans from the past. 

"This isn't what I thought this song would be," you quietly admit as you play with his gloved fingers. 

"Oh?" 

"It's called a waltz, so I thought, you know, we would be able to dance to it…"

"You wish to dance with me?" He says in a teasing tone, one that makes your face feel hot. 

"WELL, I JUST THOUGHT-"

"That would be fairly amusing…" He says, almost more to himself than to you.

He uses his free hand to lift your chin up so that you're looking at him. If your face wasn't red before, it definitely is now. 

"It was a silly idea, we don't-" 

"No, no. I believe I would like to dance with you as well." 

His smile is rather wolfish as he stands from your bed and pulls you up along with him. The next song on the record starts and it isn't very apt for a dance, either.

"The music-" You begin to protest before Lucifer snaps his finger and the record begins to glow with a blue light. A record scratch abruptly interrupts the music when Chopin's Waltz in A minor, B. 150 starts to flow through the speaker. 

He pulls your body to the proper position, one hand on your waist, the other cradling yours. Of course, he'll lead. You roll your eyes playfully. 

"Do you remember how to do this?" He asks, amused. 

"Pshh, of course I do," you say right before accidentally stepping on his foot. "Oop, sorry." 

He chuckles. "Follow my lead." 

And you do. You dance around your little room, only stepping on him a few more times before you get the hang of it again. ("It's been a long time, okay??") You twirl and pivot, avoiding tiny obstacles around your room, laughing when you attempt to take the lead by spinning him out and back into your arms. 

He finishes the dance by lifting you by the waist and spinning around. You giggle uncontrollably, feeling lighter than you have in months. When he brings you back down, you lace your hands together behind his neck and put your head on his shoulder. The music shifts to something soft that you can slow dance to. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you close as you sway together. 

“I really needed this,” you say. “I’ve missed you guys so much.”

You feel him stiffen slightly at the remark. You smile to yourself, delighted that something so small could affect him. 

You look up at him, “I’ve missed you most, of course.”

He smiles down at you and the affection you see in his eyes is so genuine, it embarrasses you. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, MC.”

You look down to hide your quickly reddening face. “I wish I could summon you more often but I know you’re very busy. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important.”

“Oh, yes,” Lucifer hums, as if he has to think hard about what he was doing before this, “I believe I was in a meeting with Lord Diavolo.”

“Lord Diavolo!?” Your eyes widen with panic. You push yourself away to look him straight in his face, hoping he’s just teasing you. 

His wolfish grin returns as he smooths down a lock of hair that is out of place on your head. “Yes, but it was one of those frivolous meetings he likes to trick me into. ‘Oh, Lucifer, you must try this bottle of Demonus I found in the depths of the labyrinthine cellar.’ Nothing truly important, I promise.”

Relief quickly washes over you and you relax back into his embrace. “So... I get to keep you a little longer?” 

“Tonight?” His hold around you tightens. “You may keep me as long as you wish.”

[sage-green-matcha]

MIRRORBALL - ETHAN LANDRY 🪩

“I want you to know, I’m a mirrorball. I’ll show you every version of yourself tonight.” - Taylor Swift

Content includes: fluff, awkward singing at the end, kissing, low key awkward, light smut! Lots of Taylor Swift references ;)

Swiftie Reader x Ethan Landry!

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You stood uncomfortably at the side of the party, your heels were wet with alcohol, the shining silver being hit by the artificial rainbow lights. You took off your headband, playing with the disco balls that stuck out the top. The light reflected onto you and you wondered why no one talked to you, or came up to you to dance. It was always you that had to do it.

You were shining, glistening. And Ethan was one of the only people that noticed. The way you shined pulled his eyes in like a deer with headlights. He couldn't stop looking at you, and he wondered why others didn't look at you at all.

You decided to suck it up, looking for anyone to pull out to dance. Your eyes lit up when you spotted Ethan, you knew he was chads roommate and he was also in your Econ class, you also may or may not have a small, flourishing crush on him. "Hey, Ethan" The music got quieter as you approached him, your dress making a tassel sound as you walked. "Hi...what are you?" "Oh, I'm a mirrorball...well I'm a disco ball...It's a Taylor Swift thing" "Oh, I don't know that much about her but cool, you...you look pretty" he could get a closer look at your face. Your eyes were gently patted with silver and white eyeshadow, small gems around your eyes.

"Thanks...I mean thank you, you wanna dance?" You hid your face, blushing at his words "I'm not very good at it" You smiled, your eyes creasing up when you did. "Me either" you shrugged. "Uh, alright then" you took him by the hand, pulling him into the living room. A new song started up, a smile on your face as soon as you recognized the melody. "This is Taylor isn't it?" He'd seen you get excited about a song once or twice before, going home and looking up the songs. He actually enjoyed them, learning the lyrics just for you.

You spun him around, a laugh escaping your mouth since he spun the wrong way. "I think you can do the spinning" he blushed. You stood on your tiptoes, heels gliding you on the wooden floor. The light hit your dress and the shatters of silver light hit Ethan's skin. He was mesmerized by you. You were more than underrated. He didn't understand how no one took you into consideration. It upset him, almost making him mad.

You were such a good person, yet you were always dragged around or left behind. It's like the two of you were tied together with an Invisible string. You were like him, and you didn't make him feel bad about it, unlike Mindy or Sam. "You're shining" You'd never seen someone look at you like that before. It made you feel special. "Just for you" he paused at your words, pulling you closer.

You pressed your hand against his chest, looking up to meet eyes."It's rude to stare, Landry" You barely had time to think before you felt his lips pressed onto yours. He was fearless as he kissed you, making you melt deep into him, closing your eyes. The cherry alcohol seeped from your mouth into his, the taste addicting just like the soft feel of his lips.

His hands were placed on your hips as you pulled away, going back for air. You rested your arms on his shoulders, pulling him back in for another, deeper kiss. "What is happening here? Uhm are we just gonna ignore the fact that these two are practically fucking each other right now?" Mindy's eyes were wide, Chad with a smile on his face.

"Ethan! And that's how you get the girl!! My man!" Chad smiled excitedly. You pulled away, looking at them confused."Mindy shut up, you and Anika are always all up on each other" Chad patted Ethan on the back, standing awkwardly. "Uhm, I think we're gonna head out but I'll see you newlyweds later" Anika joined Mindy's side, waving at you with a small smile.

"Should uhm, we also go?" "We can go to my apartment" his eyes beamed and he nodded, following you out. The walk to your apartment was quiet, small chatter from time to time. You were both too nervous thinking about what might happen tonight to talk. "Do you live far from here?" You shook your head. "I rent a place on Cornelia Street, so only about a 10-minute walk" You were wonderstruck as you walked alongside him, blushing with each step.

You felt your heart race as you unlocked the door, closing it behind him. It smelled just like you, the sweet vanilla chai fragrance filling his nose. He noticed you taking your shoes off, leaving them by the door. "Oh uh, do you want me to take them off?" "If you want" you shrugged. You wrapped around your kitchen, going over to the fridge. "You want something to drink?" "I'm fine. Thank you" he smiled sweetly before looking back down, your cat sitting down on his feet.

"That's Toby, he can be a bit dumb sometimes but he's really friendly" You took a drink of your water, Toby scurrying over to you in a hurry. You picked up the kitten, throwing him over your shoulder as Ethan followed you into your bedroom.

He was in awe, the room was covered in string lights, vines, and curtails hanging from your ceilings. The posters on your wall were messy but also organized, and a record shelf in the corner of your room. Your room smelled different than the rest of your house, the incense on your shelf creating a deep, burned scent. "I don't think I've ever seen one of these" he spun the side of your record gently. He glanced to another corner of your room, noticing a small piano with books piled up on the side. Two guitars hung on the wall.

You came up behind him, wrapping your arm around his waist, taking his hand in the direction of the needle. "Pick it up...and place it on the disc" You guided his hand as he let it drop carefully, the first track from the vinyl playing. "You have all her albums?" "Yea..." you sat on the bed, taking him with you.

The soft sound of "My Tears ricochet" spilled into your room, your head on his shoulder as your kitten sat in his lap. "He likes you" you giggled, Ethan's hand gently petting him. You liked that about Ethan, he was shy and gentle, with you and your friends, with classmates and teachers. He could do no harm.

He was the kind of boy that would bring you flowers, handing one to your little sister to make her feel special too. He took everyone into thought, he wasn't like the regulars, and he didn't engage in revelry or try to go out of his way to impress girls. His grades and perfect hundreds didn't impress you, they kinda intimidated you. He reminded you so much of yourself if you hadn't been curved and bent under the pressure of your parents and teachers.

"You know...I listened to all of Taylor's albums because I wanted to bring it up with you. But I've been too shy to say anything...I've actually grown to really like her...her music is a bit too relatable" Your face was flooded in a maroon color. "You did that for me?" His smile began to look like a smirk, making you roll your eyes.

You looked over at the clock on your nightstand, it was already midnight. "I'm assuming I'm allowed to stay over?" You nodded. He knew you'd want him to stay, he had already made himself at home. You watched as Toby wobbled out of the room, a small adoring smile on both of your faces. "He's really cute, takes after his mom" "You're really cute too" You pressed your forehead against his, your thumb lightly swiping his bottom lip.

He placed his hand on your neck, thumb rubbing your jawline softly as he pulled you closer. It's like he was doing it on purpose, teasing you knowing you would break first. You didn't care, falling on top of him, the material of your dress falling on his skin. Your lips were desperate for more, your hand running up under his shirt. You were sure Ethan was just skinny and lanky, but with the way those collared shirts hugged his biceps, you should've known better.

He let out a small whimper, your thumb matching the same pattern he did on your jawline. His warm hands climbed up your back, lips continuing to kiss you, slowly pulling away to give attention to your neck. You were surprised about how good he was, it's like he already knew everything that would make you feel good. "Can I take it off?" He pulled away, waiting for your response. You nodded and he didn't hesitate, pulling down the zipper slowly.

You sat up, peeling the silver dress off of yourself. His eyes widened when he realized you didn't have a bra on underneath. You placed it gently to the side since it was kinda expensive. You bought it with this exact scenario in mind, you bought it so he could take it off of you. "I would've taken that off much sooner if I'd known you didn't have anything underneath" you chuckled, collapsing into him with another kiss. You became hungry for his lips, his skin. You wanted him so badly. Your stomach was overflowing with butterflies, you'd never had someone so close to you before.

His hand cupped one of your boobs, thumb lightly flicking your hard nipple. You frowned when he pulled away, instead his hands now grabbing your waist, pulling you onto his lap. You looked down at him, a smile on your lips. He looked so good from here. You ran your hands through his hair, sitting yourself on top of him as his hands roamed your body. He was addicted to the soft feel of your skin, the way it smelled, and the small marks that were sprinkled all over it. He wanted to make more on you, on your neck, your chest. He wanted everyone to know that you were his.

You felt him grow hard underneath you, a small gasp escaping your lips. He closed the space between you, kissing and licking at your neck. Sucking on your skin with just enough pressure to make it enjoyable but to also leave a mark. Boldness flooded him as he saw the first hickey he made. Now anyone that saw that would know you were his, only his.

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You cuddled up to the blanket, body bare beside the panties that you managed to get on. Your eyes were glued to Ethan's face, his soft breaths mixing in with the sound of the end of your record. It put the two of you to sleep, waking up to the repeating sound of static.

You watched as he fluttered his eyes open, smiling once he caught you staring. "Creep" "Don't act like you don't like it" You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling yourself into his chest. Your warmth mixed, bare boobs on his chest as you played with his hair, Ethan's eyes never coming off of you.

You combed your hands through his brown curls, pulling out face-framing pieces that tickled his forehead. He smiled, closing his eyes. "Stop acting so sweet" you scoffed. "Acting? I'm so sweet Y/n, what do you mean?" He teased, pulling you into a kiss with his hands on your back.

He looked over you, eyes back on the corner of instruments he saw when he came in. "You can play all of those?" You turned to see what he was talking about, forgetting the own layout of your room. "Yea" you got out from under the covers, Ethan frowning at the loss of contact. He watched you as you walked to your closest, pulling an oversized tee over your body.

"You look better topless" you mocked his words, grabbing your guitar from off the wall. You tuned it up a little, Ethan watching you with curiosity. You plucked the first couple of strings and he was taken back. He didn't want to say he thought you'd suck...but he really thought you were gonna suck.  He watched as your fingers glided along the neck of the guitar, fingers on the strings as your other hand plucked them carefully.

"Yea I showed up at your party, will you have me? Will you love me?"

Your head rested on the guitar, smiling at Ethan as he watched you with awe. Your soft voice filled his ears, his heart melting with your voice.

"Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?"

You exaggerated your expression, Ethan biting back his lip with his his hand on his jaw, holding up his head as you sang. You were really perfect at everything. He couldn’t think of anything better that he could be doing, well besides you. But he already did that. His admiration for you only grew with each second, a hot feeling in his stomach. He felt like a little schoolboy with a crush, except he actually had a chance.

"If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it? Will it patch your broken wings?" I'm only 17, I don't know anything but I know I miss you"

[lilisouless]

Nina: this is what we are going to do, we are all going as classic vampires. We are winning halloween this year

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Matthias: so,are you like Dracula´s wife or something?

Nina: don't be uncultured, i am Carmilla. Sorry but i can't kiss you in this costume, Nadia and Tamar won't forgive me if i kiss a man in this.

Nina: by the way, why the mustage?

Matthias: i am Dracula, he has a mustage

Nina: what version of Dracula?

Matthias: THE version os Dracula!

Jesper comes in with a huge axe guitar and a long black wig

Nina: Marceline?

Jesper: well,duh

Matthias: not judging but, doesn't she have a male counterpart? you could have been him

Jesper: but he has a baker boyfriend, Marceline and i have scientist partners, so this fits better . Speking of which-

Wylan disguised as Edward Cullen: Look at this! (stands under a light bulb and shines) i made a liquid that makes my skin sparkle under the light

Jesper: we can use him as a disco ball

Matthias: thats kind of cu-AHG! (gets tackled)

Inej with a blonde wig, putting a knife over his throat: don't move! or i´ll vanquish you!

Nina: Inej, Buffy the Vampire slayer is called like that because she slays vampire, not because she is a vampire that slays

Inej: well you should have been more specific...does that mean i get to slay Matthias´s mustage?

Matthias: no! get off me!

Kaz: no, Inej, keep him down where he belongs

Matthias: whats with the purple ski...Demjin...are you Count von Count?

Kaz: well yes, we both count all of our money at night.

why do i have the feeling i already made the vampire slayer joke thing

[radiant-reid]

spencer having his first ever ny kiss with his gf!! he’s so excited

i'm writing it but i also have a full-length nye fic coming !!

Because Rossi is on a different coast in California, you had convinced Spencer to host the annual New Year's party. There wasn't a lot of convincing to do since he'd do pretty much anything you wanted, but his apartment was more central so you thought it was the perfect location.

You'd been decorating all day, putting up ballons of black, silver, white, and gold as well as big ballon numbers for the new year. There are party hats, hanging stars, lots of champagne for after 12, and cocktails for before.

"Alright, I think we're done." You declare, looking at the living room and kitchen area.

"It looks amazing." He agrees, meeting you in the middle of the living room in a hug. "Thanks for helping out."

You chuckle. "I invited everyone to your place, it's only fair I help you."

"I was surprised that you didn't try to distract me at all." He admits, tracing his tongue over your lips as he looks at you slightly lustfully.

"I take my New Year's parties very seriously." You joke, grinning at him while your hand travels down to his slacks. "And everyone's turning up at eight, so we don't have time."

You leave him standing there, no doubt growing hard as you walk off to his bedroom to change into your tiny silver dress. It's gorgeous, short, with sparkles on it that make you shine like a disco ball. You have matching heels, too, that look hot.

When you come back out, Emily's already there, drinking a glass of wine. You exchange hugs and get to talking about your Christmases. It's odd, but you spend so much of your life with the team that it's weird you haven't seen her in more than a week.

Secondly, JJ, Will, and Henry before Hotch, Beth, and Jack, then Morgan, and finally, Penelope, who's very apologetic about being late but was so because she was making cupcakes.

You drink, eat, and talk about your Christmases and plans for the next year. By 11:55, everyone's gathered around the TV, watching the news coverage of the ball dropping to welcome in the New Year.

Spencer stands next to you behind the couch, an arm wrapped around your shoulder keeping you close. "Had a good night?" You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He nods. "So good." He answers. "Do you want to know something?"

You look up at him. "Yeah, what is it?"

"I've never had a New Year's kiss." He informs you.

Your eyes widen before you frown. "Really?" He nods. "Why wouldn't someone have not done that before?" You're actually puzzled. He's had girlfriends before, and he's prime New-Year's-kiss material.

"I usually get broken up with before my birthday." He tells you, chuckling slightly.

"Well, you're going to get one this year." You assure him.

He grins at you excitedly. "Not to push my luck, but what about next year?"

You nod. "Yeah, I could see that happening."

"It's almost your time to shine." He informs you, nodding to the TV where a ten-second countdown has started.

You count the seconds in unison with everyone else, all the couples getting closer as they wait to kiss.

"One." You cheer, turning to look at Spencer, who's already looking at you.

He doesn't say anything before he leans in to kiss you, pressing his lips against yours while everyone cheers and pops open champagne, confetti flying around while fireworks go off outside.

You're both smiling when you pull back. "Happy New Year, Y/n." He tells you.

"Happy New Year, Spence."

[theesirenteller]

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.” - 128 for Rio please🤭🩷

𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 | Masterlist

♪ Por eso friki-friki-friki-friki-frik, friki-frik, frikitona ♪

The Latin blared loudly throughout the luxurious downtown Detroit loft. The vibration of the speakers bouncing off the walls. The home was filled to maximum capacity. Sweaty, half-naked bodies either grinding against one another or swinging off the various stripper poles located in the living room. Blue agave tequila bottles, cases of Corona beers, and sparkling white wines covered the marble countertops. The partygoer's skin had a pink hue to it due to the pink and red disco balls that shined down from the ceiling. Various neon-colored pills were scattered across the living room table beside used red solo cups. In the midst of the chaos, Epiphany sat on the sink in the master bathroom with her phone clutched in her hands.

〘𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢〙

As she awaited Rio's reply, the dancer helped herself to another sip of her Corona. The incoming 'ding' of a new message from her phone caused her to straighten up.

《𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍?》

She couldn't stop the smile that crept across her lips as the memory of him and his hauntingly beautiful eyes swept across her mind.

〘𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝟺𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐〙

After sending her location, Epiphany began drowning down the last few drops of her beer, and her friends barged into the bathroom. "¡Oye! ¿Dónde están los refrescos de la fiesta, huh?"Valentina asked. The Mexicana pulled her waist-length hair into a messy bun with her claw clip. The four girls behind her agreed with a simple 'yea!' in unison. 

"The refreshments are coming any minute now." Epiphany replied. She impatiently refreshed her message box once again. Her attention then turned towards Valentina. "Yo, if Mario snorts any more coke he's gonna start needing little blue pills to have a good time."

"That happened about 200 lines ago." Valentina scoffed as their friends laughed. 

"Guzmán is her prey tonight." Their mutual friend, Jasmine, joked. 

"Mira, esta noche la luna está llena y mi cama está vacía y Guzmán está soltero y solo así que…" Valentina replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. Which caused the ladies to giggle. {ʟᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪs ғᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴅ ɪs ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴢᴍᴀɴ ɪs sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ sᴏ…}

《500$ 𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙》

A pleased smirk spread across Epiphany's lips, and she proceeded to send him a kiss emoji before jumping off the sink. "Our refreshments are here chicas." The girls cheered as Epiphany slipped on her mink fur coat. Her metallic-gold, rhinestone-studded bikini was no match for the Detroit midnight wind. As she made her way out of the bathroom and through the crowd, Epiphany's six-inch stilettos tapped against the floor. Her heartbeat sped up at the thought of seeing him. She wondered if he would be wearing a black button-down shirt like the night they'd met. Black usually made everyone look chic and classy. But for Rio, that color was made for him. 

She daydreamed about him throughout the elevator ride downstairs. But, it wasn't the dark knight that awaited her. Instead, it was a shorter, more buff, heavily tattooed male that she Rio with at the strip club.

"Not who you were expecting?" Mick questioned as he took notice of Epiphany's raised eyebrow.

"You don't exactly look like Willie Wonka." She responded while digging into her pocket for the cash.

"I'm his brother." He replied monotonously as they traded goods. 

The exchange humbled almost in audible chuckles before they went their separate ways. Time passed by slowly the moment that Ephipany and her friends were faced with the baggies of drugs they were faced with. Excitement filled their eyes as they sat together in the bathroom. Valentina cut semi-thick lines of cocaine across her iPhone with her Amex card. Epiphany passed around the Adderall while Maria refilled their flute glasses with tequila.  

A few bangs upon the door caused the girls to flinch and caused one of them to yell, "Vete a la mierda pendejo!" Eventually, it did stop, and the group carried on with their fun. The moment the ivory-colored powder hit the roof of Epiphany's nostril, it was like she'd been shot with adrenaline. The familiar euphoric bliss that made her world go from average to sunshine and fucking rainbows. She drowned four lines without so much as a sniffle, and after that, the party finally started for her. Epiphany felt like she could run a marathon, but instead, she danced. 

Wildly, Epiphany danced topless on top of tables in the middle of the living room. Her loose curls bounced in the air as she grinds against her friends. "Y yo voy, voy, voy!" She and her friends sang along to Daddy Yankee at the top of their lungs. Her breasts bounced up as she began jumping along with the crowd. The feeling of her heart beating roughly against her chest as if it were clawing out of her body was the climax before the crash. She could feel the rapid beat of the music vibrating off her skin. Valentina's sweaty hands on her hips as they swayed together. Her nose is stuffy and wet, just like her eyes. Her mouth grew dry, and by the heavy pressure she felt in her chest, Epiphany knew that she couldn't bear another line or another Adderall.

"Fuck…" She breathed out as she made her way off the table. Her friends were so wasted that they didn't notice her stumble into the master bedroom. But Epiphany didn't mind because she wanted to leave quietly anyway. Her coat was thrown beside the empty bed, Just where she had left it. Picking the mink up from the floor, Epiphany slipped it over her half-naked body. As she buttoned it up, her stomach began to growl. The craving for salty, cheesy eggs swept over her as she sank onto the bed. Eggs made her think of him. Their shared breakfast the morning after consisted of eggs and bacon.

Epiphany sighs to herself with glee at the thought of him. She proceeds to search for a Xanax tablet in her jacket before popping it into her once retrieved. An opened bottle of champagne was located on the bedside table and she washed her tablet down with it. 'Breakfast sounds really good right now.' she thought to herself before texting Rio. She yearned to see him. To Feel his hands across her skin. To feel his lips against hers.

〘𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚜 ??? 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 @ 𝟹 𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝〙

The bubbles of the champagne tickled the back of her throat as she sipped it. Not expecting him to respond, Epiphany stuffed her phone back into her pocket and left the bedroom. Just like every other party she went to, the dancing and drugs always turned things into one big orgy. The living room was a sea of naked bodies colliding and others laid out cold. The dancer spilled out of the loft quietly and took the elevator to the parking lot. The cool air provided a sense of comfort to her hot skin. As she walked along the quiet streets of the affluent area of Detroit, Rio sat at the bar on the opposite side of town.

The Chicago gangster had sat in self-isolation with a glass of Pappy Van Winkle bourbon in his hands. Beth was a person he could only handle in small doses or else, the urge to off her would be too great. Hot and cold she was and even when she invited him to sleep over her new home…he didn't. Basking in his own solitude was how he spent his nights when his child wasn't in his care. It was hard for him to trust people in a city of snakes. His thick eyebrows began to knit together the moment he received the text. A little taken aback that Epiphany had texted at this hour. Based on the order Mick dropped off, Rio figured she'd either be knocked out cold or in someone's bed.

For a solid five minutes, he stared at the text. Debating with himself on what his next move would be. But in the end, Rio ended up getting into his car and driving to pick her up. He hadn't thought much of it, instead, he acted off impulse. Epiphany was intriguing in a fun way. She was energetic and fiery. He had a thing for a girl with spice. Her direct yet sassy attitude amused him. When he rolled into the 7/11 parking lot, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her. Her fur coat fit her like a mini dress; it felt right above her knees. A look of relaxation across her face as she sipped on a cherry cola. He couldn't help but admire how enchanted she looked underneath the moonlight. She had this type of 'untamed beauty' about her. Effortless. He found her to be sexy in a sultry way. Rio proceeded to step out of the car and make his way around the driver's side to the front of the car, "Hey Champ." 

"You came." Epiphany cheered with glee as she made her way over to him.

"I told you I would." Rio chuckled.

"Yeah well, my bad I thought I'd die of hunger before you got here." She giggled as her face grew hot. 

"Nah." He smiled humorously, "I wouldn't do you like that."

Epiphany couldn't help but swoon. Rio had the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. "You're so pretty. Like really… really pretty." she blurted out. A starry look in her eyes and a dazed smile on her lips.

"And you're drunk."

"I am but a drunk always speaks the truth,'' she argued. 

Their laughs went together like a symphony to an orchestra. And for a moment their eyes lingered on one another. Wanderlust about each other was thick in the air that night. Rio only grinned and proceeded to open the passenger side door for her. As soon as Epiphany was inside and they started their journey through the city, Rio asked her "So, what are you in the mood for?"

"Hmm…eggs but not scrambled. So, Tamagoyaki and sashimi sound good."

"I took you for more of the California roll type," Rio commented.

"Nah, not spicy enough for me. I like the devil roll or the ninja." Epiphany grinned. Every so often she would take her gaze off of him and look at the Chicago nightlife, "I love the night. Even when there's parties and whatever else going on, there's still a sense of solitude and peace."

"You enjoy being solitude?" Rio wondered aloud.

"Yes, the majority of the time." Epiphany nodded, "With exceptions. What about you?"

"Marcus Aurelius once said 'He who lives in harmony with himself-" Rio began to say before being cut off by Epiphany.

"Lives in harmony with the universe." she grinned. 

The Chicago gangster gave her a look of enchantment. Impressed by her knowledge of stoicism. "Yeah, exactly. That's what I live by," he replied with a slight raspiness to his voice. He ended up taking them to an after-hours Japanese Michelin-star restaurant called Hachiman. Which was named after the god of peace of Japan. The space was very intimate. No more than fifty tables. The walls were a deep shade of Jade-green with black marble tables and buttery-smooth leather booth seats. Gold-colored oil lamps hung from the ceilings giving the restaurant a cozy, dim-lighted ambiance. 

Epiphany and Rio walked side by side to their table. His hand rested on the middle of her back as Epiphany walked slowly due to feeling a bit 'loose' from all her party favors. His hand on her back provided a sense of stability. 

As they sat across from one another Epiphany lowered her coat a few inches below her shoulders to catch some air. Rio's eyes then lingered along her skin. It looked dewy and luminous. Her shoulder blades held a slight golden shimmer to them. He could faintly smell cherry radiating off of her. Rio was a man with a very sharp memory and paid great attention to detail. It was what kept him in the game for so long. He took notice of the Chanel Paradoxe watch on her wrist. That wasn't cheap. Not in the slightest. It cost her a good 230 gs or more. It sparked his interest and a call to Mick to find out more about her would be made sooner than later.

Suddenly, she giggled. More to herself than him. But before Rio could ask her anything, Epiphany clarified, "I didn't take you for the type to be into Martha Stewart."

He slightly tilted his head to the side. A blank expression on his face as he attempted to register what she had said.

"I mean no offense to your girl but come on…"Epiphany's cheeks puffed up as she fought back a laugh, "The haircut…the blazer or peacoat…whatever it is…it's giving Martha Stewart. "

Epiphany had successfully broken Rio's stoic expression. He let out a vibrant laugh. A fruitful, joyous laugh that caused his eyes to close and his head to tilt back. Their dinner consisted of laughter over drinks and sushi, sashimi and more drinks. Rio was impressed how well she held her liquor. For the most part, Epiphany was just flirty and playful. By the time dessert rolled around, their conversation rolled back around to Beth. "We're business partners." Rio clarified. "Everyone's got their role."

"Ah, and where does fucking and emotions come into that?," Epiphany questioned. Followed by indulging in a spoonful of matcha ice cream and chocolate.

Rio laughed in response, "Collateral damage control." His left brow rose "What makes you think that, champ?"

"Los ojos…the way she looks at you," Epiphany licks the cream from her spoon, "Eso es intimacy. It's personal."

"Way I see it is, it ain't no different than what you do, yeah? " Rio shot back, "Usas lo que tienes para conseguir lo que quieres, tu servicio es el deseo."

{you use what you got to get what you want, your service is desire.}

Epiphany slipped her foot out of her heel, smoothly rolling her foot across his thigh as she smiled. "Sí. It's not hard to get what you want when they want you back." Rio raised his glass with a smirk across his lips and the pair clicked their glasses together.

And when the night was no longer young and the sun began to awaken, He had driven her home. An upscale building located in the center of the city. His arm wrapped around her waist as she held onto him for support. "That's meee," she sang as she punched the code into her front door's keypad. Epiphany spun on her heel and smiled up at him. They'd only been an inch apart in height. Epiphany narrowed her eyes in on his as she batted her lashes. "Are you coming in?"

"Nah, gotta be up in a few hours." He replied. Their eyes lingered in on each other for what felt like hours but were mer moments. Epiphany abruptly tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, her fingers looping around his golden chair. Her lips colliding with his. Epiphany's lips felt tender against his; Rio shuddered when her body moved against his. Her scent plaguing his skin. His hands gently grasped at the sides of her face as he kissed her deeply in return.

Epiphany felt jitters in her stomach and excitement bloomed within her chest. The intense heat that crept up her body as their mouths moved in a waltz-slow sync was short lived. "I'll see you later." He rasped against her mouth before leaving a few lingering kisses to the side of her jaw. He held her in his hands for a a few lingering moments. As she slowly opened her eyes, His warm hands slid over hers.

"Good morning." was all she could say with a giddy yet bashful smile painted across her face. The smile he gave her made Epiphany feel as though she were melting like a scoop of ice cream. His smile stayed in her mind until her head finally hit the pillows of her bed. That morning, she slept with a smile on her face.

Tagged ; @lovedlover @darqchilddaydreamz @spaghettificationandpretzels @danzer8705

[hum--hallelujah]

like a sledgehammer to a disco ball - 3.9k words, Fun Ghoul angst and protective Kobra Kid

Kobra jerks awake at the first creak of the floor. The only person who has any right to be in his room at night knows better than to step where the floor creaks. Instinct takes over and he's holding his blaster at body height by the time his brain and eyes are awake enough to see through the dark.

"It's me, it's me, it's me," Ghoul stammers, holding his hands defensively in the air. Only, it sounds more like "'smee," because of the way Ghoul is slurring. And he's bleeding.

Kobra drops the blaster as soon as he realizes that the dark smear across Ghoul's face is blood. "What the hell, man," he hisses, groping in the dark for a light with one hand and trying to pat Ghoul down to make sure he's not like, actively dying, with the other. He could be blackout drunk or he could have gone out alone like he does sometimes and any number of things could have happened. The cold metal of an old flashlight meets his fingers and he flicks it on, shining the dim light over Ghoul.

"I did something stupid," Ghoul says. Only, it comes out as "Uh did su'hn stooid," wavering slightly, because the entire right side of Ghoul's face, from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone, is sliced open. There's a horrific flap of flesh hanging loose that's supposed to be connected to the rest of his face. That's where the blood staining his face and clothes and hands is coming from, and why when he speaks, it sounds wrong.

"Holy shit," Kobra whispers, feeling cold Zone night air sting his eyes because they're open so wide. "Okay. Okay, what happened?" He holds Ghoul carefully by one arm, feels the way he's shaking. He's always shaking, except when he's got his hands in a bomb. This is worse than normal though. This is so much worse than anything Kobra's ever seen.

Ghoul shrugs, waves his hands vaguely and wildly. Kobra hisses a sharp breath through his teeth, frantically runs a hand through his hair. "Okay," He says again. "I'm gonna get-" He needs Jet, de facto medic, he needs Party, needs his brother-

"No," Ghoul says sharply, and that at least is completely clear. His eyes are wild from what Kobra can see in the dark. If human eyes could glow, his would. He grips Kobra's arms. "Please don't," he mumbles around the gruesome injury. His voice is high and frantic, and it has to hurt to talk. "Just you."

Kobra freezes. There's a slowly building feeling of dread, growing stronger by the moment. He pulls Ghoul off him, holds him by the wrists. "Okay. Just me," he promises, and feels sick about it. "Just me."

Ghoul noticeably relaxes, though he's still trembling head to toe, and lets Kobra drag him across the diner in near-silence aside from the occasional seemingly involuntary whimper on Ghoul's part, into the single-stall bathroom with a barely working lightbulb. Somehow, they make it past the front room where Party sleeps without waking him, much as Kobra wants to let his brother take care of this. He's practically trembling at how badly he wants Pois right now.

There's a medical kit in the cabinet that Kobra pulls out immediately. He knows how to handle this, physically speaking. It's whatever else, the shit he doesn't know and is scared to find out, like how this freaking happened, that makes him nervous. Ghoul stands in the flickering light like he doesn't know what to do.

"Sit the fuck down," Kobra snaps nervously, gesturing to the toilet lid. Ghoul does. Kobra pulls a dubiously clean rag from the cabinet and eyes it. It scares him to see Ghoul like this. Usually if he's scared, he fights. He hisses and spits and claws at whoever comes near him. More often than not, that's Kobra. But this, the wide-eyed jittering, is a whole other animal.

"This whole thing is gonna suck," he says stiffly. Ghoul nods. With a little more light, Kobra can see the thick, shiny blood streaming from the wound through his cheek. It isn't enough that Kobra's afraid Ghoul will bleed out, but the cut is so long and clear through and absolutely grotesque. He crouches down in front of where Ghoul is sitting, sideways on the toilet, and he can't tell if Ghoul is looking at him or through him, almost as if he's the ghost.

In a quick motion that startles both of them, probably, Kobra grabs the back of Ghoul's head with one hand and presses the rag to the seeping wound with the other. Ghoul's eyes go even wider and even greener, and what starts out as a shout of pain from him turns into a choked keening sound. Hearing it feels like being stabbed.

"What happened?" Asks Kobra again, when he's convinced that the bleeding has slowed enough to try and actually deal with this thing. He twists the handle on the faucet on and off, on and off, enough times that the ancient water pump starts up and clean water gurgles into the sink. He cleans the rag that way, then wets it and wrings it out before shutting the water off.

Ghoul's shoulders rise and fall in short, panicky breaths. "I'm sorry," he says. "I'm sorry. I'm- I didn't think, it was stupid, I'm sorry," he continues babbling like that before going silent again aside from the sharp sounds of his breathing.

In a testament to Kobra's selfishness, his biggest worry is that Ghoul took his motorbike out for a spin and crashed it. He can't think of what could have caused something like this. He has visions of his bike sliding out on a turn, crumbled metal and Ghoul's body flying through the air. But if that had happened he'd be hurt other than this. If that had happened he might be dead.

"Yo," he says quietly. "Chill. Just tell me what happened." He presses the now-damp rag to Ghoul's face, trying to ignore just how grotesque the wound really is. Maybe because it's fresh, maybe because of the fear, but somehow it's worse than the space where Jet's other eye used to be. Kobra never wanted to see an injury of that level on another person again in his life, let alone someone he cares about.

Ghoul flinches away, but Kobra shoots him a look and it must process somehow, because he stills and lets Kobra clean the already drying blood away from the edges of the wound with barely a whine. "It was stupid," he repeats, his voice shaking as much as it's slurring. "I don't know why I did it, Kid."

Something about the way he says that, voice small and wavering, sends a chill down Kobra's throat. Sudden understanding dawns on him. The blood on Ghoul's hands. He's not injured anywhere else. "You did that to yourself?" Kobra asks hoarsely.

Ghoul's eyes snap onto his and the rest of the color drains from his face. Kobra thinks he's going to pass out for a second, but he doesn't. He pulls as far away as he can, scrabbling awkwardly against the cold tiles and porcelain of the bathroom. "I don't know what I though, I was stupid, I don't- Kobra," he whines, with enough animalistic despair that Kobra wants suddenly to burst into tears, if he weren't so utterly stunned.

"Ghoul, calm down, I've gotta stitch it still," he says on autopilot. "Cool your engine, man."

Maybe it's the practicality of the thing that makes Ghoul momentarily stop panicking. "I'm sorry," he says again, tears welling in his eyes that he then blinks away half-frantically. Kobra's never heard him apologize for anything before tonight. He never wants to hear it again.

"It's okay, man. I've got you." He replies. If his own voice is shaking now, too, no the hell it isn't. "Come on, you have to let me..." he trails off, eyes wide. "Ghoul, why..." Then he shakes his head. He can't think about that now. He needs to disinfect the wound and stitch it up. And it's going to hurt Ghoul really, really badly.

He reaches behind him, grabs at the bottle of alcohol. This stuff is rare out in the Zones. They try to use it as little as possible. Only in emergencies. This is enough of an emergency, though. This is a fucking crisis.

He pours the bare minimum of the alcohol onto another piece of cloth, feels the cold soak in. Ghoul watches every move with jerking, stilted intensity. Kobra looks up at him from where he's now kneeling on the cold tile. He puts a hand behind Ghoul's head again. "This is going to hurt," he warns. They've nearly gouged each other's eyes out before, yet suddenly Kobra feels like he's going to be sick at the thought of causing Ghoul any more pain. Ghoul shuts his eyes in preparation.

Ghoul still nearly screams when Kobra dabs the alcohol over his wound. Kobra can see it in the way he holds his breath, the spring-tight tension in Ghoul's entire body. The only noise he makes is a quiet, drawn out whine, though. When a tear streaks down his cheekbone, Kobra catches it before a drop of salt can enter the wound.

"'Kay," he says in a ragged whisper. "That's done. Now I have to-" he gestures like he's sewing. Ghoul's eyes pop open to see what he's saying and he visibly forces himself to breathe again.

"'Kay," Ghoul says back in an equally torn up voice.

It only takes Kobra three tries to thread a needle. Medical supplies of any type are hard to come by, a whole new kind of commodity, but this stash has been here for as long as he can remember, just in case. Blaster burns, the most common injuries amongst 'Joys, come pre-cauterized. He's rarely had to sew sutures before.

Ghoul flinches back when the tip of the needle first touches the edge of his torn skin, and Kobra pauses. "Hold still," he grumbles, more out of familiar sniping than any real frustration at this point. He keeps his hand in Ghoul's hair the entire time he sews.

The feeling of a needle piercing flesh is horrible. The fact that it's his friend, someone he'd give his life for before seeing them hurt, is even worse. Kobra wants to fucking throatpunch whoever did this to Ghoul, or better, do the same thing to them, before he remembers with a sinking feeling in his stomach that Ghoul did this to himself.

He ties off the suture just barely keeping his hands from shaking. He doesn't know how Ghoul does this with bombs. Ghoul flinches again, violently, when Kobra cuts the excess line, and Kobra has to jerk back to keep from catching a flailing, uncoordinated fist in the face.

"Hey," he snaps. "Ghoul!"

Ghoul slips off the toilet lid and onto the floor almost as if he intended it but halfway as an accident and immediately curls in on himself. He pulls his knees to his chest and curls his arms around his head and Kobra can hear him hyperventilating. Kobra fucking freezes. He's used to fighting and wrestling and knee-jerk reactions that wind up with someone sporting a black eye. He is terrified right now. And there's still Ghoul's blood on his hands, too.

"Ghoul..." He cautiously reaches out, puts a hand on Ghoul's leg. Ghoul twitches, lets out a hiccupy sound that takes a moment to register in Kobra's mind as a sob. Ghoul, chaos loving, cackling Ghoul, is crying. And not just a single tear, now, his whole body is shuddering with the force of how hard he's crying. Kobra's heart is pounding with how hard he does not know what's happening, but he grips Ghoul's arm and lightly shakes him. "Hey, I'm still here, man."

Ghoul makes that keening whine again and Kobra thinks at first that he's going to pull away at best, or throw a real punch at worst. They fight enough, for any and no reason at all, that he expects it now. That's their normal. This isn't.

Ghoul scrambles to his knees, his hands finding the front of Kobra's shirt. This restroom is small, they're already in close quarters. But maybe unintentionally, maybe just scrabbling for a little purchase on anything, Ghoul winds up grabbing onto Kobra. And Kobra has always had a hard time letting anything go.

Ghoul's forehead crashes into his shoulder and Kobra instinctively puts his hands up, grabs back onto Ghoul in return. Ghoul's usual shaking is familiar to him, but the repressed wracking sobs aren't. Kobra clutches desperately around Ghoul's back, like he could hold together what he's just sewn up, like if he keeps Ghoul close enough he can't shake into pieces. No one should be able to break Ghoul. Not even Ghoul himself.

The edges of the cabinet dig into Kobra's back, but he ignores it. Ghoul is folding in on himself, making himself as small as he can against Kobra, and Kobra doesn't fucking know what to do. He's never seen Ghoul cry like this. He's never seen anyone cry like this.

"It hurts," cries Ghoul suddenly.

"I know," Kobra says, before he realizes that crying like this is probably making everything worse, that he'd worried about salt in the wound a minute before for this exact reason. He can't imagine the pain Ghoul is probably in.

"It didn't hurt at first," Ghoul mumbles, then chokes on a sob. "It didn't hurt when I started. And then it did."

Kobra wants to ask again, why? But he won't get anything intelligible. There's a part of him that doesn't want to know. He's terrified of knowing the truth. Instead, he threads his fingers through Ghoul's hair again and just repeats, "I know. I know."

A few minutes pass in speedy, spiraling silence. The only sound between them is their shared too-fast breathing.

"I can't," stammers Ghoul finally, after his cries have tapered out into raspy gasps. "I can't turn it on or off."

"Huh?" Is all Kobra can think to say. "Ghoul, you're not making sense, nothing about this makes sense," he snips, too quick and too tense. He's so beyond his depth. He wants Jet or Party to come help but he can't have it his way because he promised. He promised Ghoul. He wants to hit something. A wall, just to feel the impact. To imagine he's hitting whatever it is that hurt his friend so badly he hurt himself.

Ghoul sniffs. All Kobra can see of him is the top of his head and the cheek with the stitches. The wound is swollen and red and is going to leave a horrific scar. Kobra clenches his fist tighter behind Ghoul's back. "When I'm having fun or not," Ghoul says. "I can't. I am or I'm not. But."

"But what?" For fuck's sake, Kobra just wants to understand. He can read Ghoul like a book from cover to cover most times, and it scares him that he's so lost right now.

"It isn't good enough," he mumbles. "It's... It's in my fuckin' name, Kid, if I can't live up to that what am I?"

Kobra stares, wide-eyed, at the wall across from him. Something clicks. The clean cut through Ghoul's face, clearly from a recently sharpened knife, clearly intentional, reached from the corner of his lips almost to his ear. "Oh fuck no," he whispers. "Hell no. What the fuck. You're not-" He feels himself shaking suddenly, with restrained searing hot anger. Ghoul cut his head open, mutilated himself, to make himself permanently grin. "You're not fucking beholden to your fucking name," Kobra says. He never swears this much, only in his own mind. He's running out of words. "Fuck," he says, with feeling.

Ghoul shudders again. "I'm fuckin insane, aren't I?" He asks with sudden clarity.

It's exactly what Kobra had been thinking, for once completely unable to figure out Ghoul's mind, but he can't just say that. He can't just say that he's terrified because nothing makes sense and he's never going to freaking leave Ghoul alone again because this is all completely unhinged on so many levels that he can't even begin to sort through it. He can't say anything. He hopes Ghoul is sane enough to understand that, at least.

He just holds his friend tighter. He wants his brother more than anything right now, wants Party to come and take this weight out of his hands, but a part of him knows that even if he did, he wouldn't be able to let go of Ghoul. Why didn't Ghoul want anyone else but him? Why, after pretty much imprinting on Party like a feral kitten when they'd first met, to the point that sometimes Kobra thinks bitterly than Ghoul might know Party better than his own brother does, did he come to him? Why did he do any of this?

If a few tears of his own drip down Kobra's nose and land in Ghoul's tangled hair, no the hell they don't. He's never seen anyone go to pieces like this and he's struck dumb at the fact that it's literal. Very, very literally, Ghoul has gone to pieces. Taken a knife, that's probably still lying on the floor of his abandoned-office bedroom, and cut a line through his own cheek just so others might see a smile there.

There's crazy in his veins. Acid, maybe. And Kobra's always known that even if Party recognized it first. Watching your whole family die, failing to save your baby sibling, doesn't leave a person without any scars. Only, now, the scar is far too visible. Kobra's always known that Ghoul is more wild than any of them. Feral, unpredictable. He was raised by a pair of Killjoys who named themselves Hoot and Holler, and the thing is, a ghoul is just a ghost, and ghosts wail too. He should have known.

"I should've known," he says out loud, the first words in a while. He knows Ghoul so well. Better than he knows himself. He should have known something was wrong. He should never have left him alone. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He can't even blink. He stares hard at the opposite wall and tries not to scream.

Ghoul shakes his head against Kobra's shoulder and winces. "Nuh-uh," he mumbles. "I'm crazy, man. I'm insane." The fuzzy way it sounds around the stitches and the swelling just seems like proof. Just last night Ghoul's cheek was smooth and soft as he grinned across a table in triumph after winning a card game. How is it that that was just a few hours ago? He shudders again. "I'm scared," he says more quietly.

"Me too," Kobra says. As soon as the sun comes up he thinks he's going to storm out into the desert and find something, anything to beat up. Even a freakin cactus would do at this point. He doesn't know how he's going to explain this to Pois or Jet but he knows that much. He's gonna shake so hard he blows up, like a can of soda, unless he hits something. "I fucking hate you," he snaps suddenly.

Ghoul starts to flinch away, but Kobra doesn't let him. In fact, he curls tighter around him without even knowing why. "What the hell," Ghoul rasps.

Kobra hisses through his teeth. Speaking of living up to names. He fucking hates anyone who hurts his friends. But he can't say it. Hard as he tries, in the one moment of clarity about his own mind that he has, he can't speak.

"I fucking hate me, too," Ghoul says finally. The single dusty lightbulb above them flickers. If it goes out, they'll be in total darkness. Kobra thinks one or both of them might have a wicked eyeshine by now. The desert makes you wild. For some people, they're born that way.

"I think you're my best friend," Kobra finally manages to whisper. It isn't exactly what he was going for. It's not something he would ever say if he had thought of it before it popped out of his mouth. But Ghoul gets the point. Of course he does. Ghoul always gets his sharp edges, snakebite teeth and misspoken definitions and all.

"I think you're mine," Ghoul says back. "I'm-"

Kobra smacks the back of his head, like this is in any way normal, like they aren't collapsed on a dim bathroom floor in the middle of the night or the early hours of the morning and like one of them isn't mutilated for life by his own hand. Like this isn't the worst thing they've ever gone through together. "If you say you're sorry again, I'll cut you myself."

It's rough, and it's torn up and pained and choked, but Ghoul laughs. Just a short bark of laughter, hardly like the dry, rasping cackle that Kobra knows so well. It sounds like agony but it also sounds like the sun coming up. Kobra makes a noise in the back of his throat, more whine than laugh, but he's so close to blowing up that it's as good as it gets. He wants to freaking die if that would keep Ghoul in one piece.

Ghoul shifts in Kobra's arms and pulls away just far enough to look him in the eye. He clumsily wipes at the tears and snot all over his face and Kobra has to snap a hand out to catch his wrist before he unthinkingly swipes at the fresh wound and stitches. "Kobra," Ghoul says, shivering in the dark. The sun won't take long to come up once it starts but until it does, the Zones are freezing. "Kobra."

"Yeah, man, I'm still right here." Kobra forces himself to look Ghoul in the eyes and not the stitches. The wound takes up so much of his face. It's all Kobra can see when he looks at Ghoul, his best friend's mutilated mouth, sliced open by his own hand. Kobra flinches just imagining it. He focuses instead on Ghoul's green eyes, boring holes into his head with the desperate pleading in them. "I'm still right here," Kobra repeats, quieter. Reminding himself, too.

Ghoul doesn't blink. Kobra doesn't blink. Their eyes reflect the dim light back at each other. This is what wild animals must feel for each other. Terror. Uncertainty. Just themselves, each other, and whatever comes. Ghoul licks his lips, tongue flicking briefly, visibly, to the corner of his mouth that he cut open. "Don't let me-" Ghoul starts and then falters. "You gotta make sure," he says. "Don't let me- do stupid shit like this, don't let me go crazy again, Kobra, please."

Kobra stares back at him, matching Ghoul's trembling desperation. He's known Ghoul since the day their crew found him, shell shocked between the shelves of an empty gas station with the bodies of his parents and previous crew around him. Perpetually shaking hands and feral bared teeth, animal eyeshine. No one can match Ghoul for determination, and no one knows Kobra as well as he does. Even if Ghoul does know his brother better than him, the same is true in reverse.

Kobra Kid has a hard fucking time ever letting go of anything once he's got it. Fun Ghoul holds on too loosely. They're both terrified. What a pair they make. But when Kobra Kid makes a promise, he means it. He grabs the ends of Ghoul's hair and pulls, not too hard, but hard enough. That's their normal. Play fighting and hair pulling, and they both know it's a kind of language for when they can't speak. "Okay," he says, and because it's a promise, he repeats it. "Okay."

[kairiscorner]

Gabri with a barbie s/o,,,

Him making lil doodles of her outfits 😩 pink becomes his favourtie color fr

HE DEFO DOESSSSS

gabriel o'hara x barbie!reader

he fr loves it every time you go out in a different outfit, HE TRIES TO SOAK UP EVERY DETAIL OF YOU AS YOU WALK WITH OR GO ANYWHERE WITH HIM

he notices you're oddly glittery all the time, but he comes to love it :D he gets glittery himself after hugging, cuddling with, or kissing you and miguel points out that every time he's seen him after he started dating you, he's like a fucking disco ball now

"you're... shining." "why, thank you miggy." "no, i mean, you're covered in that glittering crap from head to toe." "it just means they and i... you know... get along really well--" "ugh, shut up about it gabri." "what, jealous your own partners can't ever have completely perfect hair days like mine does? go ahead, say it! they're perfect, no?"

take him to barbieland and he will never want to leave.

HE'D VIBE WITH THE KENS TBH, especially original ken....... though he'd really vibe with allan the most

when he makes you tea or gets you water, he always reminds you there's something inside the cup so you don't get wet :'))

HE WOULD NEVER LET ANOTHER GUY GET THEIR HANDS ON YOU LIKE THOSE CREEPS DID TO BARBIE IN THE MOVIE, HE'S THROWING HANDS FIRST BEFORE THEY LAY THEIR HANDS ON YOU !!!

after spending time with allan, he knows how to beat creeps ogling you up :DD

tags !! @binibinileonara @ophanimgold

[a-killer-obsession]

I can't help but picture the reader from your Isekai fic telling Kid and Killer about Twilight when she finds out about their true forms and maybe even finding a way to show them the movies

Kid: Oi mouse what this shit? vegan vampires? tsk. and why is he shining like a fucking disco ball?! I DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT WUSS, DO I?

Killer: Why people always assume that werewolves and vampires hate each other, that's extremly stereotypical and offensive.

Kid: eh, the girl end up with the vampire, that's not totally bullshit

Killer: ....WHAT DID THIS WEREWOLF DO TO THAT BABY?!!

Oh my god I JUST rewatches breaking dawn too 😂😂😂😂

[imysmmarktuan]

ALNST FINAL ROUND RAMBLING (PART ONE)

We start with Till:

Oh, in a blink, gone

Blink, gone

I can't let it go

Blink and gone

The songs are tied to the characters' stories and emotions. Till starting with 'I can't let it go' shows his unwillingness to move on from the past.

'Blink and gone' can both be used to talk about Mizi and Ivan, since to him, they are both gone now.

Luka starts his part with:

The clock goes tick tock tick tock

Just enjoy it

Blink, gone

Oh, in a blink, gone

Let's go

Luka seems to have resorted to enjoying every moment available to him since time is always moving.

Him saying 'let's go' even though he is the latter to sing seems to imply he has control over the song, he decided when it started.

TILL:

This moment

Won't ever come back

The party's getting started

And let’s go crazy high

Till seems pumped up at the start, or more determined than ROUND6 at least. Unlike how low-spirited Mizi looked at the start of ROUND5. I have my hopes up because of this ngl.

Till's lyrics are like a declaration of war. He can't let things go but he is ready to accept the fact that it will pass and is ready to fight for his future.

LUKA:

Wave both hands

Let the rhythm take over

Luka's lyrics, on the other hand, prove what we know about him. How he lives his life solely enjoying the moment and letting the wave control him instead of fighting back. And he is happy with how he lives as he smiles while singing his part.

So which side of him is real, the smiling version who enjoys the stage, or the timid one who hides his face behind his sleeves?

TILL:

Before this piercing, radiant moment

Fades away

Till's lyrics seem like a continuation of Luka's 'And I smile'. So is Luka smiling not because he enjoys the light from the stage, but because he enjoys seeing people's radiance gone?

For Till, these lyrics fit him as he shines so brightly on stage every time. Especially in ROUND2 and ROUND7, when his love makes him so vibrant.

TILL:

Oh, in a blink, gone

LUKA:

Forget everything and just enjoy

TILL:

Oh, in a blink, gone

LUKA:

Don't miss this moment

TILL:

I’m tellin’ you Blink, gone

LUKA:

Leave no regrets

TILL:

The clock goes

tick tock tick tock tick tock

Blink, gone

This part is like a dialogue between Till and Luka. How Till kept singing 'Blink, gone' hoping and even begging at 'I'm telling you, Blink, gone' for the old memories to go away, and each time Luka would tell him to indulge in the moment so Till can feel at peace just like him.

People say 'Blink, gone' refers to how you blink your eyes and suddenly the people you love are gone. But I feel like the part 'I'm telling you, Blink, gone' is Till wishing if he blinks all the memories about a certain someone, which's torturing him would go away.

And looks how amused Luka is after Till's part, he seems to be mocking Till for his pathetic attempt at controlling his emotions. Till is sweating profusely and looking very strained at this point, while Luka remains calm and entertained even.

So something we all know is the fact that the aliens love Luka, he has so many fans that in ROUND5 the audience is filled with purple. In FINALROUND however, there are Till colors here and there. But when Till start playing his guitar, part of the audience becomes red.

But they remain the original purple and green colour on Luka's side. So is this an attempt from the aliens to cooperate with Luka to secure his win? The aliens clearly know how Luka likes to win in competitions, by making his opponent falter and emotionally destroyed.

If the above theory is true, then it is likely that the aliens intentionally created these red lights to serve as a trigger to Till's emotional breakdown.

These are not only the colour of the collar that is always on his neck but also the colour of Ivan's eyes, whose he has a deep connection with and just saw die before his eyes not long ago.

So Luka's lyrics meaning remains the same but I can not look over the fact that the disco ball can be a reference to Earth, a place so utterly destroyed yet remains so beautiful even in shambles, just like our beloved characters in ALNST.

[imzsuzsis-blog]

"Thank you Amanda... Damn, the other one is fine, you just scared me... I see him now as an embryo." "No Lando. That's a fetus, shut up. I'm glad that sprint pole is here, but don't make such a fuss." "It's okay, ma'am." I bit my lip, I hated it when someone told me to shut up or shut up. Then the vampire comes out of me, I won't bite a good person. But now I want deer. ,, navel piercing? Shit, you only speak English????” "I have that too and I've never hit a big drum." "What else do you have?", "My ass is a fucking tattoo that makes me a real bitch." I pulled my nose up and started sputtering again, it could be anything, I didn't do much with it, I was just a little bit louder, that's all, but it was nothing because it only happened later that the sprint pole was mine and I could scream with a throat full of joy and I just hugged Loki the whole time and I said what our relationship is young for... The word "I love you" is beautiful, beautiful, but still early. "I have to go, I want to withdraw this love too soon." I licked my mouth inside, it was a big problem, they came out either because I was a little sad or because they told me to shut up. I held my vampire teeth in front of my mouth, palmed both of them, but I didn't understand anything with them, even when I went out the door at a fast pace, because some blood came out of it, yes, I bit someone in the castle and sucked the blood out of them, I was thirsty, I couldn't take it . I'm still 90. I have to control myself or join a vampire family. I can't do this anymore, even if I cheerfully lie to everyone that I'm 24. Yes, I wasn't 15 when I was bitten by a vampire because I had an illness that could not be cured in 1934. Good guy, I got the flu to such an extent that I almost died of it. We knew the glossary well, but we didn't know that a vampire came over even on the day of my death, when it was really bad, he bit me all the time, I don't know who he was, I just remember that he had a good son with whom I dated for a while.

"Lokiiiiii help me please!!!!!!!" I believe Lando ran out of breath, his mouth looked like a vampire's, his teeth were sharp and bloody, and his mouth was full of blood around him. "What is this party costume you're wearing?" "Don't fuck me, it's not because of a party in a disco that I'm shining like a fucking disco ball!!!!!" He came out and stood by a wall, then he hit a big one so that it broke in and we saw the snooker tables inside. "Good, good, now calm down and tell me what happened. You know, we agreed that we know there are vampires, demons and their companions in the world, if you are a vampire I will believe you." I went closer to him and took him out of the shards, but he was quite bloodthirsty, so I started backing away from him so that I wouldn't be the next victim. I didn't succeed, he jumped behind me and I could already feel his breath on my neck. "Darling, please don't. I know you are thirsty but don't!!!! If you really love me then..." "I don't care, you and I will be together forever from now on what you're going to do..." "What's more, this isn't a parody of a Dracula movie from the '90s, Lando, and it wasn't funny!!!! Leslie Nilsen was also spinning in him grave from this bad black joke, my dear.” I slapped him when he put his tongue on me, but he didn't let go. When I realized it, I moaned and trembled. It hurt. In fact, I don't know what a vampire bite is like, but I don't think it's that deep. ,,Deep!!!!!!!!!" ,,Jesus Loki!!!!!!”

I knelt next to him and covered my mouth again with the third person whom I would gently bite as I pleased. First Osc in the car on the way to the track when he didn't pay attention, today two more, a strange woman and Loki, what the hell is wrong with me, fuck me. I looked up to see a woman standing in front of me with red-brown hair that must be sexy for heterosexuals, her blue eyes, her nose must have been operated on, her mouth is average and her ears are full of soda. Her outfit is a shoulder-length pullover with sexy jeans and white sneakers. "Peacher Xedir?" I could only nod with tears in my eyes and tell the lady what I did again and with whom. "I loved Loki, I was a jerk again and all I thought about was drinking." I could smell it, I could feel what was coming, I took my hair out of my eyes and looked down. "You didn't have it with you, huh?" You killed the whole Norris family and now you're Lando?” "No, it's not true, I've settled in. I just wanted to be a human again, but it didn't work. The fucking pregnancy is the reason I slept with a good man's boy and now I'm pregnant, Andery." She crouched down in front of me and I hugged her trembling, I was afraid of what would happen if it turned out to be Lando Norris the vampire...

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"I'm a vampire, I'm a vampire." I rolled over in bed and kicked poor Loki. Finally, I climbed onto his upper body with a tearful face and grabbed him. "It's okay, it's okay." I woke up to his caress, I looked at him, I was very shocked, this dream made me ready. "Tell me." He wiped the tears from my face. I finally started sobbing with my legs outstretched and clutching him. "I was a vampire, I was a vampire!!!!!!! I killed people!!!!!!!” "Shh baby, it's just a dream, vampires don't exist." ,,But yes!!!!! in my dream it was so real.” I sniffed when he was already kissing my forehead and I asked for my kiss of sorrow again.

[thebardisabird]

Oh, great and Holy Barb, I request that you bestowed to us lowly folks on your blessings fic of our bois at a parade to kick off and celebrate this tremendous month of ze pride

Oh my god stop it, I'm literally three birds in a trenchcoat just tappin on a keyboard lol But YES LET'S GO! Happy Pride my loves! Be who you are, love who you are and who you want to and remember that you are safe and loved here 💗 The fellas at a pride parade (hope it's okay if it's like long headcanons), under the cut!

Osomatsu is here for a fun time! While he thought he was always so sure of his sexuality being the playful skirt chaser that he is - he came to realize that men are just as hot. So while he's not exactly dressed up for the occasion of the parade, he's definitely in the spirit. No one is safe from Osomatsu, he's gonna attempt to rizz up as many people as he possibly can. What he doesn't get that pride is about all about love! Very soon enough he ends up completely outrizzed and a shy mess the rest of the parade -especially with all the cuties in the very showy outfits!

SPEAKING OF SHOWY OUTFITS! This is it, for Karamatsu. Being the canon bisexual of the brothers, this isn't his first pride parade. He goes all out for the parade: body art, sequins, big gogo boots, and a long luxurious blue robe with an elegantly printed K on the back of it in gold. The amount of love he gets for how good he looks from so many people at pride fills him with warmth and makes him feel so seen. But it means the most when his brothers are amongst those people hyping him up all the same.

Choromatsu is proud to even just be at the parade. Considering himself pansexual, he feels the love when he sees many other pansexual people enjoying the parade just like him! Though he's very overwhelmed by all the good looking people at pride. So many sexy outfits and incredibly attractive people has this poor man in shambles. He is in the crowd, sweat pouring down his face because he is overwhelmed with all the baddies surrounding him.

Ichimatsu is here to support his brothers and ultimately, himself. Seeing so many people happy and proud of their sexuality is a reminder for him to be proud of his own. He's not as outspoken as his brothers, and the amount of people attending the parade does make him feel a tad claustrophobic...but he truly gets the vibe of self-acceptance and joy coming off the people at the parade in waves and that sparks his own pride.

Jyushimatsu, while his orientation is unknown, is having a blast! His energy is super infectious, and with the help of a collaborative effort between Karamatsu and Todomatsu, pulls off a very cute multicolored overall ensemble to show his support! You can hear him from a mile away laughing and yelling amongst the other parade-goers. But don't be fooled - Jyushimatsu knows the importance of pride, and he's very happy to be celebrating with everyone!

Ohhhhh Todomatsu - being at the pride parade is his time to be vainer than ever - but for a good reason! Decked out in pink from head to toe and shining brighter than a disco ball, Todomatsu makes it clear that he is here to stunt this pride season. However, that does not stop him from showing love to so many people at the parade - taking pictures, mingling with others, and even dancing! His philosophy for pride is celebration of the self; being proud of who you are and being loud about it! Expect him to put on his cutesy persona tenfold!