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[hezuart]

Hi Hezu! It’s been a while, Hope you’re doing Well 😊 since the Blaech TYBW Arc is getting Animated👀(more excited to see the Animation), There are Questions I Got to Ask! What would happen if Ichigo Took Rukia instead of Orihime to Face Yhwach? Would it have changed The story that we Currently have or Remain The Same? (To Me, I Think The Main Characters Ichigo and Rukia should Ended The Final Arc As They Are “🖤The Death and Stawberry🍓” Plus They Started The journey and shouldn’t They have finished the Journey Together as Well? I don’t know The Ending in The Manga was Messed up for Me😖) and Also How Would You have Rewritten TYBW Arc? Sorry That There are to many Questions😅😔

Ah! I almost forgot to Mention, Have you Heard about “Vanitas no Carte”?🤔 it’s Anime About Vampires and More🦋

So the whole thing with Ichigo and Yhwach was already a bit of a mess, what with him stealing Ichigo's powers, the Fullbringers kinda just showing up as a Deus Ex Machina... and the overall rush of the storyline just didn't fit as a finale. I would have completely rewritten BLEACH's final arc so it wouldn't have come down to Ichigo chasing Yhwach through a portal. Anyway, Rukia, despite being more powerful than Orihime, probably wouldn't have made a whole lot of difference in the fight. Her bankai is too dangerous to use on an unpredictable enemy. Her ice powers might have proved more useful than Orihime's powers, but overall I don't think she would have won them the war. She could have very well become an injured damsel in distress too. It is very weird that Renji of all people comes along to the final battle, and not like... ALL of them. Out of everyone, Renji is the one who doesn't belong in the main cast, but they always act like he does. He wronged pretty much every member of Karakura in some way, and he's never made up for it. Rukia spent time in the world of the living and time with the Karakura team  when Renji hasn't. (Even when he did, he spent it with Urahara, who is also a shinigami) So he can't relate to any of them. He may be one of Ichigo's rivals but its just very random for him to come in to assist Ichigo, especially when in the end he barely puts up a fight before Aizen has to interfere. Well for one, to fix the arc, I would have honestly had Yhwach kidnap Ichigo, brainwash him, and train him as a proper Quincy, because Uryu is really useless here. I feel like Uryu, once he realizes Ichigo has been captured and Ichigo is a QUINCY, Uryu would finally have a purpose and kick it into high gear to try and help not only himself but also Ichigo. He's gotta drop his secret agent nonsense with Yhwach to try and get Ichigo out unscathed, which involves needing the help of the other members of Karakura. I’d fix Bazz B and Jugram’s friendship. Maybe have Jugram turn against Yhwach for the sake of Bazz B in the end. (I’d fix a lot of other Quincy characters too, to make them more likable and relatable because honestly I don’t care about any of them) There wouldn't be zombies in the way they were introduced. X-axis guy would never turn into giant mitosis birds because what the fucking hell was that I'd also have more flashbacks explaining the soul king, on top of Yhwach's actual overall plans. Aizen escapes. He never gets back in that chair. At some point maybe ichigos powers go haywire because yhwach is controlling his Quincy side and that clashes with his hollow. Any excuse to see more zangetsu. Maybe Quincy Zangetsu gives up because he knows its inevitable that Yhwach will win, but Ichigo and Hollow Zangetsu manage to convince him. Ichigo gets a badass complete bankai, a perfect fusion of ALL his powers that Yhwach never foresaw, and destroys the man. (See the Bleach Brave Souls all powerful version of Ichigo for reference) Ichigo becomes Soul King, or maybe even Aizen becomes the Soul King. Whoever becomes the next Soul King is placed in Stasis, unable to move or speak……. Or maybe that whole thing is tossed out and they can freely walk around the Zero Squad Barracks. If Ichigo doesn’t become Soul King, then he at the very least would no longer be allowed to return to the human world and he’d probably become a captain, resparking the Shiba family Noble line.

Side note but I’d explain what on Earth was going on with Komamura’s family history, I’d probably kill Toushiro or make him ill (his life was cut in half and he becomes an adult for some really weird reason when he goes bankai… like I know hes the most popular BLEACH character in Japan but he’s been through way too much to come out unscathed like that) Nemu and Mayuri would have never had that creepy Stockholm syndrome chapter sequence. Absolutely kill off Mayuri. Maybe Nemu could take over as the new squad captain in his place. Ichigo’s friends’ tickets would actually be usable and have meaning despite the horrible timing they received them. Orihime and/or Hachigen fix Captain Kyouraku’s eye (because wtf why is that not fixed yet. Like yeah , eye patches are cool but sir there’s people who can fix that for you. Right there. Even Nemu could probably make one for you. Fix it.) Neliel and Grimmjow would have gotten a fight scene against some powerful Quincy, maybe see some Segunda Etapa forms from them. Def a lot more bankais from other characters, especially Hisagi, whose bankai was hinted at, but never received until the novel. 

And probably so much more. I would have rewritten the entire Fullbring arc as well. Given Orihime and Chad proper upgrades. I would have never separated the gang as much as Kubo has the past decade... There’s just so much to fix.  ~~~

I've heard of Vanitas no Carte and I've seen some episodes. It looks really pretty and it seems like something I could get into. The main character sorta reminds me of Lelouch. Unfortunately, the anime has a major tonal dissonance problem. One moment it's very serious or scary, and the next the characters have a complete 180 comedic reaction, and it seems to happen constantly to the point where I'm taken out of the story because of it. And I'm also confused on the direction of it. It seems to tease a romantic subtext with the main characters, Vanitas and Noe, but they both actually have girlfriends??? That they are super romantically involved with? But the girls don't have as much screen time or an overarching plot that truly relates to main characters' overall story? I mean I haven't watched the full thing, so maybe I'm missing something, but we spend a good chunk of time focusing on those relationships instead of the plot at hand and I don’t understand what their purpose in the story is. So I could check it out, but I think it won’t be something I’ll be able to stick to.

[chubbyreaderchan]

We Aren’t A Joke | Poly!Lost Boys x Plus Size! G/N Reader

Warnings: Fatshaming, self-hatred, touchy vampires, nothing else. They/them pronouns but can be read as any gender really, no editing,  

A/N: This might end up being its own little thing because there’s more I want to write but this just needed out of my head. I think I want to have blurbs with this reader and the boys and such. 

The boardwalk was practically empty. The holiday season had passed and the lull between Christmas and spring break was in full swing. David was in an almost trancelike state, staring at no one, in particular, his belly was warm and full from the hunt the night before. Truly, a night of relative quiet for the rowdy bikers.

David tossed his cigarette over the side of the pier into the water below, he opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Paul.

“Holy shit,”

David looked at Paul and then in the direction he was staring, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. The cool wind picked up just then and he had to hold back an animalistic groan at the smell that washed over him.

Hell, he could practically feel all of his mates grumbling at the smell. David hadn’t realized he’d shut his crystal blue eyes until they fluttered back open to see what he knew was the next member of their little family.

He wanted them. He wanted them… now.

They hadn’t even looked at him and his boys, their plump little future mate was enticed by a table of trinkets. David couldn’t resist raking over their sexy body, taking in each soft curve and dip. Cute. Very cute. They were in a thick sweater, one much too big on them which was only slightly disappointing for David, hugely disappointing for Paul who was practically bouncing to get to them.

In fact, David watched as Paul bounded over like a golden retriever.

“Hey, sugar,” he said into their ear. “You all alone tonight?”

They backed up in surprise and glanced behind Paul at the other boys who were watching in love-sick awe. David could hear their heart race.

“I’m not interested,” they said quickly.

Paul looked like he was gut punched.

“Aw, come on babe. We can go for a ride. Get something to eat,” He almost sang out.

David had a feeling he should have been the first one to talk to their mate, not Paul. David and the other boys began to close in on the two.

“I just don’t want to be a part of… whatever this is… joke… dare…. Whatever.”

“Joke,” David seethed. “You think we’re a joke,”

They bit their lip. “Not necessarily you. I’m the butt of the joke here,”

Dwayne looked at them, thinking. He had a bad feeling about this whole situation, and he could feel the radiation of rage off of Marko. All of them would fight for any of their mates, but Marko was always the first to jump in. Swing fists and fangs and ask questions later.

“We just want to get to know you, sugar. You are just… irresistible,” Paul smiled. “At least tell us your name?”

Despite their better judgment and past experience in these situations, they gave in.

“I’m…(Y/n),” they said awkwardly. “And I don’t want to be part of the ‘dare the friend to ask out the fat person’ game,”

They were getting frustrated; they could feel their usual reaction starting to build. They could all feel it. David moved, pushing Paul back and running a leather-clad hand over their plush cheek. His blue eyes felt like they were reaching inside their soul.

“Sweetheart,” he said, leaning into their ear. “I promise we aren’t going to hurt you,”

His breath was cold, or perhaps the night chill got to them. They tucked their hands around their middle, trying to shield themselves from the cool Santa Carla wind.

“Come on, princex,” David encouraged.

He had them, he just needed to pull them in.

“I-I don’t even know you,” they said with a soft sigh.

They pulled back from David’s grasp, causing him to growl slightly. He didn’t like that. Not at all, even if it’s just from some silly human insecurity. They belonged to him and his boys, they were going to keep them if he had to drag them back to the cave by force.

“I’m Dwayne,” spoke the quietest. “That is David. Marko. And Paul. We promise we aren’t going to hurt you, princex,”

His words were so sincere. The way he looked at them made their heart flutter.

They sighed, defeated. Marko smiled approaching them and throwing an arm around them in whatever way he could reach. His fingers pressed into their soft flesh and he wanted to die at the softness. Hell, he would die for their softness, and he barely knew them.

“Dove, we are going to keep you safe,” the cherub said.

“I’m sorry, but how often do four very beautiful men come up to a fat person and really want to be around them… in any capacity? I don’t want to be abandoned in some parking lot in the middle of nowhere just because it’s funny to mess with ‘piggy’” they air quoted.

“The fuck?” Paul said loudly.

“Yeah, what the actual fuck. Who did that?” Marko was gripped onto them tighter, almost bruising the soft flesh.

David snaked his arm around them nudging a silently protesting Marko away. They began to walk, their human in the middle as they flanked them.

“Why don’t we go for a ride, kitten? I’ll prove that we want nothing but the best for you, sweetheart,” David promised. “You’ll ride with me,”

“Ride?” they were in front of four motorcycles that seemed to reflect each boy’s personality. “Oh, I’ve never--,”

A gentle pinch at their ribs caused them to squeak adorably, Marko walked around them with a smirk.

“Don’t worry, it’s fun.” The smallest of the group said.

He had a devilish grin that (Y/n) couldn’t help but find heart-meltingly cute. Without warning, David wrapped his arms around their middle, as if they had been dating for years and it was the most natural thing.

“I promise to keep you safe, just trust me,”

The scruff of his facial hair rubbed against their tender skin, and they could have sworn the bleach blonde took in a deep breath of their scent.

David mounted his bike and held out his hand to help them onto the back of his. Once on, he grabbed their hands and forced them to press directly against his back wrapping their arms firmly around his middle.

They just felt… right.

[seahagart]

What are Drifa's first opinions of the companions before she gets to know them?

Lae'zel: First companion she would meet, immediately understands she's very brave and 'knows what she's doing', respects. As time goes on, I think Drífa's indifference towards her comments/insults would wane, she would ignore it/not understand what she's saying, or would just think she's making a comment like 'you have an ugly large nose' and drifa is like 'you have no nose, see drífa have eyes', then would probably get tired of it, poking the bear, but remain stoic which i think would bother lae'zel more than getting a reaction lolol. Lae'zel hates Drífa... or does she.... :)

Shadowheart: Second companion, small elf girl, anytime shadowheart is like 'i don't wanna talk about it' drífa's like 'aight' and leaves, which is why shadowheart likes her now. Drífa is concerned, a small elf all alone. Feels shes quite small and fragile to be into the things shes talking about, but whatever. literally has no idea who shar is so is like 'cool goddess, i respect your faith' because drifa also follows a rather fierce goddess. Drifa prefers to listen over talking, so they get along well. shadowheart is desperately trying to smash rn

Gale: Pulled this weirdo out of a rock, a malnourished human, appears sickly. Drífa is confused by most of what he says, but he is rather poetic so she enjoys the 'nonsense' he talks about. Now she has 3 main landers to take care of. Gale talks way too much, but it is entertaining to her. She does not like that he believes he could compete with a goddess.... the gods are gods for a reason, to think you could understand their meaning, or be equal to one is conceited to her. She understands it's because of 'love', but she is weary. Gale is trying to smash now in my play through.

Astarion: weird little malnourished elf man. He also talks to much. Drífa has two talkative dramatic tiny boys and two ladies that hate each other so she's kinda remembering why she lived in isolation for 35 years. Astarion she probably views like a cat, like seeks attention when he wants it, eats what he wants, believes he's the best one here. She is not afraid of him being a vampire because she simply would never let an elf fell her, that would be a true dishonor. he's mildly offended. She doesn't tolerate his dislike of children, but typically doesn't really care what he does.

Wyll: Another little guy with sad eyes. Another human. Drifa likes him, he's polite, seems to know what he's doing, seems 'the most normal' plus has seen his share of battle (like lae'zel) so she's glad to have him along. Obviously when things go down she's like 'wow... yet another guy with baggage with a blue lady...' side eying gale. She likes his stories, listens intently to his deeds of good and protecting the sword coast, overall likes him but is still like 'here is another small human- oops small devil for my collection'

Karlach: Finally someone who looks like they're a warrior. Likes her, feels like she doesn't need to protect/take care of, which is good so she can focus her energies on the softies of the party. Drífa would like Karlach, she's a bit blunt and a bit more energetic than Drífa is used to, but probably likes that. Karlach's dancing, lust for life, and fire would be highly approved. I think Drífa wouldn't really get why she's sad about not being touched

Halsin: another gd ELF, but this ones big and can turn into a bear so thats ok. I think they'd have a lot in common but Drífa views him more as a tree hugger. She appreciates nature, so i think they could get along well.... though she finds him confusing... she doesn't feel like she needs to worry about him, and he's pretty forward and upfront so it works out well.

There are all first impressions. Drífa was raised to take care of herself and herself only, keep to her own, and that strength = power, because her lifestyle is very physically demanding. Being big and strong is important, being fat and strong is more important to survive frozen winters etc. She is a loner suddenly surrounded by people for the first time in her life, and is doing her best to keep them alive because obviously they need her help and this is a mission given to her by her goddess, why else would she have sent the ship to take her, to bring her to these people...

[sebluvsmetal]

Hiya! You think I can please request Reiji and Shuu fluff headcannons, like before they started their fight? (My favorite brother pairing <33)

i believe the fight you were referring to was before reiji burnt down edgar's village. and i agree, these two would seem so wholesome if they didn't have so much beef lmao

BOUND BY BLOOD

Pairing: Reiji Sakamaki, Shuu Sakamaki Headcanons

"Reiji, come on! Let's play," whined Shuu, tugging on his younger brother's sleeve. "I have to study," Reiji replied, magenta eyes emptily scanning over the book page. Though, he felt more inclined to join his brother in a game of tag. "Come on, just one game?" Shuu pleaded, as Reiji heaved a sigh and wordlessly put down his book. At his brother's agreement, Shuu jumped up and down in excitement and pulled him away.

These two were inseparable. Despite Reiji's stoic demeanor, he clearly loved his brother.

They often spent their free time playing games together in the great expanse of the dense forest surrounding their manor, usually when their mother was away.

"Found you," the dark-haired boy smirked, putting a hand on his elder brother's shoulder as he shrieked in surprise. "Reiji? How?!" Shuu exclaimed, puffing his cheeks as Reiji chuckled.

Even as Beatrix attempted to pull the blonde back into his studies, he dared defy her when he was spending time with his younger brother.

Sometimes, when Shuu did have to study, he dragged Reiji along with him for help.

"Wait, Reiji. Why is this wrong?" Shuu pouted in confusion, tilting his head as he pointed to his answer marked with an X. "Substitute x as 11," Reiji replied, writing down all the steps and patiently explaining the process to his brother.

Whenever Shuu had exams, Reiji would always help him review and get better results. Being levels ahead of his elder brother benefitted both parties a lot.

"Reiji, look! I got perfect because of you!" Shuu grinned, flashing the A+ in front of the magenta-eyed vampire's face as he embraced the younger boy in appreciation.

Surprisingly, Reiji did get nightmares. Some shaking him up to the point where all he could do was pace in his room and ponder. He was still a young boy, after all.

At these moments, he'd teleport into the blue-eyed boy's room, though with reluctance. He always ensured he was unseen and that Shuu was alone.

As daylight poured in through the windows, Reiji rushed to shut the blinds. His bare feet padded on the wooden floor as he put a finger in front of his lips, Shuu's face curled into a confused expression. "Reiji? What are you doing here?" The taller boy frowned. Reiji only stared into his ocean blue eyes intently before walking to the bed quietly. As the cogs in his brain turned, Shuu gasped and leaped onto his bed next to his brother. "Ah! Did you have a nightmare?" He asked, as Reiji's eyes widened. He furrowed his brows, letting out a whispered 'shhh' as Shuu nodded. "Okay, got it. You can sleep here. Wanna cuddle?"

With Shuu's energy and Reiji's cold front, the two were an unlikely pair.

They were like peas in a pod; wherever Shuu was, Reiji followed, unnoticed by all. Almost like his own shadow.

The brothers' bond, however, was unfortunately fragile.

MASTERLIST i really wanted to blend some mini scenarios in! it doesn't really fit the format for headcanons, but i hope you enjoyed anyway : )

[livingfast04]

Monster Au? - Part 7

one two three four five six II eight

TW: Body Horror, Disordered Eating, anxiety, dehumanization, refences to past child abuse, refences to emotional abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, self harm, biting (not the fun kind),vomiting.

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Hi? That’s it Munson? Fucking Hi? Gods above, are you fucking stupid. Steve stares at him, and Eddie stupidly lifts his hand up to wave awkwardly. This was a terrible idea, Steve just kept staring at him, wide eyed- as if. Eddie shifted from foot to foot, this was terrible, this was so fucking stupid. 

“I-” “Ed-” Eddie snapped his jaw shut, his gums aching from the sharp clamp. Steve’s mouth was slightly parted, Eddie could see the points of sharp teeth. They stand there for a little while longer, taking each other in? At least that’s what Eddie’s doing, Steve’s heart beat is much easier to hear from the close proximity, despite Steve’s outward appearance of skin and bone. Eddie- Eddie can’t take his eyes off him- 

He’s almost skeletal, his clothes are too big, and it’s like the other lost over a hundred pounds of weight. Steve’s thin, his eyes are shrunken against his skin, they are mostly hidden behind almost stringy like hair that flops down past Steve’s chin. Like he desperately needs to wash it, but hasn’t- 

Eddie traced over the pale skin he could see, there was a stark almost lack of pigment, as if Steve had never been outside a day in his life- blue veins- and far more freckles than Eddie remembers trace over the younger boy's skin. As if the color had concentrated to tiny little dots-

Steve doesn’t look remotely human, not with his lamp like eyes, Eddie stares at the youngers bones, at the knobbiness of his elbows-

Steve- Steve’s just as supernatural as Eddie is- 

Steve doesn’t smell like he’s dying- Well, Eddie parts his lips, tries not to be obvious about the way he sucks in a mouthful of the air. He still smelled sick, but not, not as bad as before- it was laid over with a hefty amount of sadness, anxiety and a rising amount of stress. Eddie stepped just slightly back, ducking his head slightly, dropping his arm down by his side. Giving Steve space, the stress didn’t ease up- but Steve’s heart rate slowed a little. 

Letting out a soft breath, Eddie swallows, “Shit, okay. I-” He pauses, shaking out his limbs and giving his head a little jerk, hair flying in his face. “Steve, I’m, so sorry.” Steve blinks at him, eyes a little lamp-like, big confused and wide. “I’m so sorry, I hurt you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I got too angry at you to listen to my nose. I got upset and should have realized something deeper was so incredibly wrong-” Eddie takes a huge deep breath, “I was stupid, I was stupid and dumb, and I will regret it for the rest of my life.” Steve opens his mouth slightly, showing off those sharp teeth- Eddie gives a tiny shake of his head. “And I’m not apologizing because you are supernatural, or because I want back in the house. I could give less of a shit about the house. I’m,” Eddie pauses for a moment, catching his breath, vampire or not he does need to do that- “I’m apologizing because we treated- I treated you like shit and you didn’t deserve that.”

Steve stared at him, looking just as confused and lost as he had before Eddie started. Eddie shifted, rocking back on his heels, he worked his jaw, “I- I’m not asking you to forgive me. Ever, not now and not in the future. I just, you deserve an apology, and I’ve already taken too much time to even get here to do that.” 

The silence that followed wasn’t tense, it was just heavy. Eddie shuffled, he didn’t really know what he was waiting for. Maybe for Steve to slam the door in his face, or scream at him. There was movement in the house, and Eddie gave a half step back, pointing back over his shoulder with his thumb. “I’m going to-” “Stephan? Baby? Who's at the door?” Steve’s head twisted around at the voice, Eddie frozen on the steps. Staring at the other. The younger boy glanced at him, back in the house- and then back at Eddie. The confusion was almost gone, and Eddie could smell some of that sad, eased off- loneliness, it flooded his nose.

Steve snapped his jaw a little, Eddie could hear his teeth click twice. “My friend Eddie” His voice was rough, Steve’s light colored eyes met his. Brown- thick, the color there was- The woman, probably Steve’s Mom actually, peaked over Steve’s shoulder. She had the same freckles as Steve did- the same almost lamp like look. She was just as unnerving to witness. 

She looks him over, almost hooking her chin over Steve’s shoulder- “Eddie?” Eddie could almost feel like she already knew who he was. “Eddie Munson.” Steve’s voice was clipped, not detached or that bitchy tone that Eddie remembers from High School. It was tired, stressed, and incredibly rough as if Steve hasn’t been talking almost at all. They really hadn’t spoken to Steve, so it probably wasn’t that far from the truth. The woman blinked at him, tapping her forehead against Steve’s- and then she stood up. She was taller than Steve, at least like this, Steve was shorter this way too now that Eddie was realizing. “Munson? As in Wayne Munson’s boy?” “I- uh, Yes Ma’am?” Eddie chokes out the response. And then she nods, it almost looks disjointed as if she’s not used to nodding. “The Vampire boy.” Steve made a small noise in the back of his throat, Eddie wrinkled his nose at being addressed as such. The Vampire Boy. “The one who was here, with that group.” Her disdain is loud, and Eddie doesn’t even have to fight a bristle, he was mad at them too, her anger was understandable. Steve shrugs, and Eddie- Eddie nods, strong and sharp. He’ll reap the consequences of his actions, and he’ll take those from whoever thinks he deserves the shit beaten out of him. Because honestly he does. 

She glances over Eddie for a minute, “I made hamburgers for Dinner.” She turns around and walks back in the house. Leaving Eddie alone with Steve, her words hanging over them. Eddie looks at Steve for a long moment, and Steve looks at him- his eyes are soft, nervous, it’s all there- A thin scar covered face, scared lips turn up just slightly. It’s wobbly and anxious, it’s an invitation. Eddie gives a wobbly smile in return. Steve steps out of the doorway, shuffling back a little bit leaving the entryway wide open. It’s- it’s an invitation, and Eddie doesn’t want it. He really doesn’t want it- He shifts side to side a little bit, “I- I don’t,” Steve’s smile gets a little bigger, “Come on, she-” Steve’s voice crackles, “She won’t take no for an answer.” Okay, fuck, alright. Eddie shuffles up and into the house.

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Steve isn’t sure what the hell he’s doing. His skin crawls, but- but Eddie apologized. And that has to mean something, right? The monster in his bones takes it at face value, having more of Pack back. It’s nauseating, it's disgusting, that he and the thing that lives in his brain agree, but Steve hates it, he hates it all. Eddie waits for him to shut and lock the door, doesn’t move from the entry way other than to take off his shoes. Steve doesn’t know what to do with that entirely. Mama has turned down the radio in the kitchen some, at least Steve thinks so. 

He’s not even sure what her reasoning is for letting Eddie in the house. If Dad was home, he’d have probably slammed the door in Eddie’s face with little care for why he was there, or if what the older boy had to say was important or not. With little care for Steve’s feelings on the matter. Mama has a little more tact, but she’s still His mother, she’s just the same as she’s ever been. And Josefina Harrington is still a mega bitch, it’s almost just her general state of being, Steve had to learn it from somewhere. And it certainly wasn’t going to be from Dad. 

Steve is hesitant to pass Eddie, but he almost stumbles past, off balance more today. Eddie’s hands lift up as if to steady him- they never touch him, something cries out in his chest, claws at his skin. Always at arm's length, never touched, he didn’t want him either- Mama is swaying gently to whatever is playing on the little radio in the kitchen, it’s too low for Steve’s fucked ears to pick up on. But she looks calm, happy- not like she’s plotting to murder Eddie. “Have you eaten yet?” Her eyes are on Eddie, she knows that Steve had a bowl of fruit and a yogurt for lunch.

Eddie waves his band in the air, “I had a bloodpop and meat cubs like 25 minutes ago, but I’ll eat again if you have enough for me. Ma’am.” Steve shuffles around the counter towards his Mama, and she hums at him, knocking her head against his when he gets close enough.

She let out a little soft coo at him. Steve didn’t respond verbally to the soothing noise, instead he knocked their heads together again, pressing his nose to her cheek before moving away. Still within arms reach, but not touching. He doesn’t want to corrupt her with his wrongness any more than he already has. 

He could almost feel Eddie’s eyes following him, burning into his skin; Steve wasn’t brave enough to try and turn around to figure out what exactly was hiding in the vampire’s gaze. Mama does it for him, well not really- Steve curls his fingers, leaning against the island counter. “Josefina, or Josie, None of this Ma’am stuff. At least not while Richard isn’t home,” Mama doesn’t even call Dad Richard when she’s at home, at least when they don’t have Guests. He’s normally Richy, or sometimes James. “And of course we have enough, I invited you in, didn't I?” Steve wrinkles his nose, blinking a little sluggish at her. Avoiding Eddie’s imploring gaze, eyes fixated on the patties she was warming slightly on the stove. They were probably the weird frozen kind that Mama buys when she doesn’t want to put them together from scratch. His stomach cramps at the smell and at the idea of eating.

They sit in silence for a minute before Mama turns on Steve with a soft but sharp edged look, “You will sit down, or I will make you get back in bed.” He glanced at the chairs, at where Eddie was standing between the stools there. Steve breathes heavily, his sides ache, and his bones hurt from standing for so long.

He scratches at his wrist. Eddie pulls the stool out next to him, and Steve guesses the choice is made for him. Shuffling across the floor, he tucks up into the chair drawing his knees to his chest. Eddie isn’t warm, not entirely. But he’s solid.

Resisting the urge to lean off the back of the chair and against Eddie’s side draws most of his attention. Mama and Eddie talk about what Steve would never know- it’s, it’s movie nights all over again. Alone, Alone-Letting Eddie in the house was a mistake, this was all a mistake- Steve draws his arms over the top of his knees, biting sharp teeth down into his arm. Locks his jaw, digging into the little meat on his forearm as he can, mouth filling with blood. Copper coating his tongue, laving his tongue against his skin, pressing it there.

It was warm, and with the way he had his jaw clamped around his wrist- swallowing a mouthful of his own blood didn’t sound all that appealing. It dripped down his chin. Steve jerked back at a sharp hiss, tearing at the skin on his arms, effectively dragging deeper lines, blood welling up. Eddie hissed again, twisting Steve’s chair around with a startling amount of strength- fingers pressed against his jaw, as if trying to pry his mouth open. Steve’s mind sparked at the contact, whatever was left of their frayed pack bond bloomed on the edges of his mind. It buzzed in his ears and Steve clicked- 

Mouth full of blood, pressing copper against all his senses, it was spilling down the back of his throat. “Steve let go.” Eddie’s voice was rough, harsh- Steve’s head spins, his heart pounding in his ears. Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, the blood in his throat thick, slimy- too warm- his stomach cramps. “Stevie you have to let go- you’re hurting yourself-'' Steve knows that, he can tell- he digs his teeth in a little deeper, clamps his eyes shut, tears squeeze through he can feel them, the top half of his face getting wet. His teeth scrape bone. A new freshway of blood pools heavily on his tongue, spills down his throat, thick and heavy- 

Steve’s ribs squeezed his lungs, he gagged, what was stuck in his throat filling his mouth. His stomach heaves. Eddie curses, grabbing his jaw and prying it open. Steve gags again, shoving at Eddie, snarling and snapping as he bends at the waist, vomiting all over the floor. The whole room smells like blood. Steve spit a glob on the floor before gagging again. Tears curl down his face, he hates this, he hates all of this. 

Eddie lets out a cooing noise, soft and somewhat like Mama’s sounds- but it’s different, Mama’s not- Mama’s not here. Logically Steve knows she is, but his brain’s all screwy. It's all wrong. 

Steve lets out a loud distressed whine, blood coating his lips as his stomach cramps. All of this is terrible- it hurts, hurts- his arm throbs. “You’re okay Stevie, your mom went to get something to clean up. She’ll be right back.” Eddie’s voice was high, probably panicked, but the older was clearly trying his damn best to make sure Steve wasn’t freaking out. 

His chest heaved, gagging around, his chest hurt, his stomach hurt- and it was- Steve whined again, “I know sweetheart, I know. I’m sorry honey.” the animalistic urge to bare his teeth at Eddie gnawed on his skin, crawled through his bones. Steve felt untethered. Mama comes back, he can smell her more than he can hear her. Lets her and Eddie sit him up, lets her inspect his teeth marks, stares numbly forwards and says nothing as she stiches them up because his arm is basically torn open.  Steve just lets it all happen around him, doesn’t respond to her vocal calls, or Eddie’s soothing tones. His mind buzzes. Steve feels empty.

--- I know I said Untuned Piano first, but this one demanded attention. Probably due to me actually looking at my Asks and having a spark of fleeting motivation. So I scrambled to get it done and then spent the past like 2 days working on this instead of my school work. If it shit I apologize. I've rewritten this portion like four times. Was never really happy with it, but I'm chill with this. Though when this goes up on Ao3 (If I ever get my dumbass around to doing it), I'll probably rewrite a bunch of it, and add some stuff in. So it'll be worth it to read it over there too! :D

Thank you for your comments!! I crave validation and you are all incredibly nice and very motivating :)) <3 Fingers cross Depression doesn't knock me on my ass before I can get anything done.

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[starwarsmum]

Maribat Mix & Match Monster Mash day 3, Oh Bite Me and Wings!

Dick Grayson hated attending galas. Parties, sure, but galas? Where tons of stuffy, elitist snobs looked down on him because he was a circus kid? Yeah, give him patrol any day.

He stood in the hallway outside his room, fiddling with the cape of his costume and playing with the artificial fangs and their adhesive. He had decided to go as a vampire, almost as an inside joke given Bruce’s other moniker.

“Master Dick, I hope that you are going to behave this evening,” Alfred said, preparing for a quiet evening whilst they were at the gala. Dick looked away guiltily, not wanting to promise anything he knew he wasn't going to stick to. After a few moments, Alfred sighed but said nothing more on it.

“So, what do you think of my costume? I wanted to get one that was more Dracula, but they didn't have any in my size,” Dick complained, pouting up at his kind-of grandfather. Alfred told him it looked ‘dashing’ and Dick grinned, pleased. Now that he was seventeen, he was much more invested in looking good to the boys and girls his own age. 

“Ah, good, you're ready to go.” Bruce appeared, wearing a pair of blue overalls and a red shirt. Dick didn't think he even knew who Mario was, but apparently that wasn't going to stop the man. “Come on, my old friend from school has insisted that we be only marginally late.”

“And when do we get to ditch?” Dick asked, thinking about all the different things that would be happening on the streets that night. He grinned at Bruce when he scowled and followed him out to the car a few minutes later.

Arriving at the party, Dick took his earliest chance to split off from Bruce. He didn't want the older man cramping his style when he talked to the people closer to his own age. He strolled around eagerly, but quickly lost his enthusiasm as he spotted very few teenagers. 

“No problem,” he replied, his voice becoming low and unhurried. He hadn't met this girl at one of these parties before so he wanted to make a good first impression. She raised an eyebrow at him, her stutter disappearing as he flashed a flirtatious look at her. “I don't think I've seen you at one of these parties before.”

His shoulders were just beginning to slouch when someone crashed into him. She exclaimed and he automatically put his hands out to steady her. They brushed against something soft and feathery and he took a moment to look over her outfit.

Unlike what he expected, she was wearing a black glittery dress and combat boots. The wings on her back were pure black and felt so real that he had a hard time not running his hands up her back to see where they melded with her skin. When they were both stable, she looked up at him with a stuttered apology and he was looking into a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, framed by black hair. 

“Wow, what next? Do I come here often?” The girl was clearly unimpressed and Dick felt himself flush a little, although his charming grin remained intact. “You need to work on your pickup lines, mister, because I've heard all of them before.”

“All of them?” Dick asked with an eyebrow raised. She gave him a dead eyed stare and he winced. “Right, okay, sure. I can get creative. Would you mind giving me a pinch? Because I have to be dreaming since you're so cute.”

“I'm not sure a pinch would cut it,” the girl said, leaning against the table next to them. Dick tried not to grin too much, but she clearly wasn't too bothered by him trying. “Tell me, do you just try lines on anyone who comes to these things?”

“Why, jealous?” He leaned towards her, noting that her face held mostly amusement with a tinge of exasperation. Whoever tried so many pick up lines on her before must have been a friend, he decided. “You don't need to be, I promise I'm only looking at you right now. So, are your parents bakers? Because you're a cutie pie.”

The girl was clearly struggling not to laugh which gave Dick a warm feeling that spread through his entire body. She lost the battle and a giggle escaped past her lips.

“Okay, look, that's not because it's a good line,” she said once she'd gotten the giggles under control. “I'm only laughing because my parents are bakers and there was no possible way for you to know it.”

“Hey, I'll take it,” Dick said, shrugging even as he grinned widely at her. She shot him a mock glare but still didn't tell him to leave. They stood in silence for a few moments before the girl pushed away from the table.

“I'm Marinette, by the way. And I promised my uncle that I'd do the haunted house, so as interesting as this has been, I'm going to go. Have a fun party,” she said. She started to step away and Dick felt an overwhelming disappointment and darted in front of her instinctively.

“I mean, I haven't done that either, if you'd be okay with company? It looks kind of scary and-”

“Oh, let me guess, you want to be available in case I need someone to cling to?” Marinette snapped back, any trace of amusement gone and a disapproving scowl on her face.

“Oh, hell no, I need someone to make sure I get through without turning into a big mess,” Dick said immediately and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “And lucky me, you just said you were going in! Take pity on this scaredy cat and go with me?”

“Fine, but only because I have a soft spot for cats,” she said with a smile that told him there was a story behind that. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Dick grinned at her and followed along behind as she made her way across the room to the haunted house.

“You're not going to hold my hand?” He asked, giving her sad puppy er, kitten eyes. She rolled her eyes but held her hand out to him. It felt like a victory and he intertwined their fingers, feeling giddy when she didn't pull away immediately.

Walking through the haunted house was fun, Dick jumping almost as often as Marinette. They laughed every time one of them was spooked by an animatronic. The owner of the home clearly liked crocodiles because there were sinister and realistic looking fakes throughout.

When they finally reached the last room, it was dark and the soundtrack was ominously silent with the occasional sound of something large swishing, like a reptilian tail. Dick was on high alert as they looked for the exit and spotted another animatronic blocking what he assumed must be it. 

“Wow, that looks so life-like! And the soundtrack is so well done, it almost sounds like the thing is breathing,” Dick said excitedly. When it stopped moving, he assumed it must be motion activated and stepped closer to it. 

He frowned when it didn't move, wondering if it was broken. Marinette didn't step any closer, inspecting something else and he turned back to say something to her as he reached out for it.

When something clamped over his arm, he screamed and tried to jerk it away. There was suddenly a lot of activity around him, Marinette leaping to his side and saying something in a stern voice. He looked down and could just make out the shape of the clearly not animatronic crocodile that was latched onto him.

Dick would love to say that he was calm, cool and impressed Marinette with his chill demeanour, but he would be lying. He was pretty sure he was in hysterics when someone in fairly impressive zombie makeup burst into the room from the exit that was behind the crocodile.

“Fang, mate, let the kid go!” The man sounded almost amused as he took in the situation. He turned back to his companion and Dick would have groaned in mortification that Bruce was witnessing such a total meltdown if he wasn't, well, having a meltdown.

“I have tried to make him let go, Uncle J, but I think he's having too much fun,” Marinette said, looking concerned. “I think I'm going to need to move him physically, can you make sure my friend here doesn't move too much?”

Dick gave another shout as Marinette stuck her fingers into the corners of the crocodile's mouth. But instead of losing said fingers, she continued to scold the creature until it reluctantly released him. The moment its mouth was wide enough, Bruce and the zombie yanked him out of the way.

“Fang, that was a mean thing to do,” Marinette said, sitting with the crocodile's head in her lap, patting it. “I'm sorry, he's very playful and when you screamed he thought you were playing along. He's harmless, really, I don't think he even ripped your costume. But, erm, perhaps we should get you a drink and a chair.”

Several minutes later, Dick was breathing normally and blushing bright red as Bruce and the zombie laughed about how successful the haunted house was. Marinette gave him a sympathetic look and patted his hand consolingly.

“I'm sorry he frightened you, Fang is very mischievous,” she said lightly. Now that he was out of the dark room and there wasn't a crocodile hanging off his arm, Dick felt like an idiot. He was in a presumably affluent man's home, he wasn't going to open himself up to a lawsuit by having something dangerous in his haunted house.

“I told you I needed someone to walk me through,” he said, but his tone wasn't quite flirtatious enough to be light hearted. But, miracle of miracles, it made her laugh even though she groaned at the same time.

“Do you ever give up?” She asked, swatting him on the arm closest to her. He shook his head and grinned, tentatively hopeful that he hadn't completely blown it. “You are unbelievable, vampire boy.”

“All good, mate?” The zombie said, looking between the pair with an eyebrow raised. Dick started when he looked up at the man and realised that he recognised him. He spluttered something incoherent, pointing at Jagged Stone and then turning with a wounded face to Bruce.

“How could you not tell me that we were going to a Jagged Stone party?” He screeched, rightfully betrayed. The betrayal cut deeper when Bruce had the audacity to laugh at him. “No, really, how did you even get invited to this?”

“You don't remember me saying that this was a party at one of my old school friend's house?” Bruce said, amused. Jagged cackled and Dick blushed again, feeling slightly mutinous.

“No, I remember you saying that we had a gala invite! You are officially the worst person I have ever met. I can't believe I had to have my arm almost bitten off before you introduced me to my rock hero.”

“I had to call it a gala on the invite or half of the people here wouldn't have shown up,” Jagged said, still smirking. “Besides, Fang would never! He's too rock n roll to hurt a kid without a reason, he's just…excitable.”

“And I would have introduced you when we arrived, but you vanished shockingly quickly,” Bruce added, still grinning. “But, just so you can't say I didn't do it; Jagged, this is my ward Dick Grayson. Dick, this is my old classmate and childhood friend Jagged Stone.”

“...your name is Dick?” Marinette said, sounding confused. He startled, staring at her blankly for a moment and running through their entire evening and conversations, wondering how on earth he had managed to forget to introduce himself.

“It's short for Richard?” He said at last, his blush returning full force. Bruce was shaking his head exasperatedly but took pity on the boy and suggested to Jagged that they go and refresh their drinks. Once they were gone, Dick turned back to her miserably. “I'm so sorry, I can't believe I didn't introduce myself.”

“It's fine,” Marinette said, grinning at him. “I didn't realise you were serious about the scaredy cat thing, I thought it was just a line.”

“Ah, well, full disclosure, it was meant to be,” he said, cringing slightly but trying to smile back at her with his usual charm. “But thanks for protecting me anyway.”

As she gave an adorable giggle, Dick felt his embarrassment melt away. And when the night ended, he left with her number.

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 12

A/N: thank you @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for always encouraging and reading. i love you awesome nerds.

Beca

Beca looked at her phone and sighed. Battery was beyond low and the screen had cracked at some point during the explosion and subsequent scuffle. She could still use it if she could get a charging cord somewhere at least. 

The necromancer shoved it in her back pocket and glanced around suspiciously before heading to the truck stop's convenience store. She looked a little worse for wear herself but no one even gave her a second look. It was a small blessing in a week that had little to nothing to be thankful for.

She snagged a pair of sunglasses off the rack and slipped them on her face as she continued down the aisle. There weren't many people around even in the middle of the day and she pretty much had the store to herself. Beca found the cord she needed and adapter and moved on to the first aid section. 

The door chime jingled when a rough looking woman came limping in. Her lip was busted and bleeding, her mascara running, and the tight blue sequined tube top she wore was missing more than a few shiny scales. She had the look of a woman who was used to getting roughed up. 

Beca watched her slink into the aisle to grab a box of condoms and a tall boy she didn’t wait to pay for before she popped the top and chugged it down. The woman kept her head down and pressed a few crumpled, sweaty bills on the counter before shuffling back out the door. 

Hm. Beca gave it a moment before she sidled up to the register and paid for her few purchases. The clerk eyed her up and down but said nothing when she took the bag and followed the woman out to the lot. The other woman finished her beer and tossed the can in the trash by the door. 

She found a spot to the side of the building and watched a man slink forward from the opened door of a van that had more rust than paint on it. He grabbed the woman by the upper arm and yanked her forward to snatch the bag out of her hands. 

"You stupid fucking slut, where are my smokes?"

"You didn't give me enough…"

"Bullshit. I gave you enough. You fucking got a beer didn't you?" 

She didn't have a chance to answer before he raised his hand ready to slap her down. Beca felt anger rising like lava in her chest but she didn't move because at the end of the day it wasn't any of business. The woman cowered back from him and he thought better of hitting her and shoved her toward the lot of parked semi trucks instead with a kick to her ass.

"Go fucking work you stupid whore."

The woman scuttled off, wiping her face and trying to order the locks of hair that had seen too much bleach and hairspray to do more than hang in limp greasy strands around her face. Beca cut her eyes to the man still lounging indolently against the wall. 

She eased away from the store and headed to the bike. There was nothing she could do here. She had hoped to head down the road to see if she could find a clinic or something. Maybe even find someone to trade for a different ride so they could get out of this pit stain of a truck stop. 

Chloe had said fresh blood but Beca was pretty sure any human blood would help at this point. At least until they could get further down the road, somewhere more populated. Some place Aubrey and Chloe could hunt. And when did that become okay for her? 

Try as she might she could not pinpoint the exact moment she suddenly stopped railing against the very idea of a vampire feeding and started considering helping them hunt. The tall lanky figure peeled himself away from the wall when she swung a leg over the bike and kicked the stand up with the booted heel. 

He watched her stick the key in the ignition and plait her hair in a braid before he closed the distance between them with a charming smile. 

"Nice bike, seems kinda big for someone so small." 

The comment made her hackles rise. He wasn't ugly exactly, his clothes were clean and in better condition than the woman's had been. His dark hair was slicked back away from his face and soft brown eyes she was sure had fooled many a woman into an abusive relationship with him. 

"Really, bud? That's your starter line? What the fuck is it to you?"

"Ooh you're feisty. No harm meant." He chuckled and took a few steps closer to really inspect the bike. "Just strange to see such a uh, petite lady on a bike that heavy. Nice art, do it yourself?"

His fingers caressed iron eagle art on the tank of the bike. He intended it to be a teasing stroke, intimating something much different than admiring a motorcycle. Beca barely contained her shudder and considered her options.

"Like it? I'm looking to trade out for something else."

"You sure this bike don't belong to your old man? Can't imagine anyone wanting to get rid of this beauty."

She knew what he was really asking. He wanted to know if the person she had stolen it from was going to come looking for it. Beca smacked his hand off the tank and pinned him with a cold look.

"I told you, it's my ride." He smiled and walked around the bike checking it and her out from every angle. "Look you interested or what? I don’t have all day."

"Yeah I'm interested. Walk her back there where my van is and we can talk business."

Beca slid off the bike and walked it toward the side of the building that wasn't seen from the road. She parked the bike close to the wall and turned to face the man leaning against the open sliding door on the side of his van. She eyed him warily and strode over.

"This rust bucket have a cigarette lighter so I can charge my phone while we talk?"

He nodded and gestured inside the van. Beca hesitated but climbed in to plug in the adapter and cord.

"You got the pink on that bike?"

Shit. Beca glanced over her shoulder at him as she fiddled with the adapter to get it to slide into the port correctly.

"No, but no one is going to come looking for it if that’s what you’re asking. I already told you it’s mine.” 

She looked back at the adapter and pulled it free to peek in the port, a bent, burnt, crusted roach was jammed into the back preventing the adapter from fitting in. Damnit. Beca crouched and stuck her pinky into the port to try and dislodge the debris. The man took that opportunity to climb in the van with her and slide the door shut, cutting out the natural light around them. A chill ran up her spine as his previously affable tone turned dark and throaty.

“See, the thing about that bike is that it belongs to a friend of mine. Man by the name of Duke, and that artwork, that was done special for him. By me. Now I know Duke likes him a little bit of a thing like yourself, but no way you’re his old lady. Ain’t no way you’re one of the club’s bunnies either.”

Fuck. His hand gripped the back of her head and smashed it forward into the van’s dash console. She heard rather than felt her nose crunch against the hard plastic and in the back of her mind she knew this was on her. Beca knew better than to let her guard down and yet she’d done just that thinking she could offload the bike easily. She had known he liked to put his hands on women and she had turned her back on him. It was stupid. 

Beca got her hands up to prevent another face smash and brought her elbow up and back in a vicious blow of her own. A second later the pain in her face made itself known and she cupped her hands over her bleeding nose. 

“Somabish! You broke my noth! I kill you!!”  

She let out a wild yowl like a wounded cat and launched herself at the man in a flurry of scratching, kicking, limbs. The van rocked as they struggled back and forth in the dank, dark interior. Hands clamped tight around her neck and squeezed hard. He lifted Beca and growled when he pinned her to the wall of the van.

“I’ll kill you, bitch. I’ll kill you then I’ll fuck you.” 

Beca scratched and beat at his hands trying to break his grip but it was no use. He lifted her higher, her head smacking the wall of the van. Black spots swam in her vision and she could hear ringing in her ears. Bitch. Son of a fucking bitch. The end was extremely fucking nigh if she couldn’t get herself out of this. Chloe would be so damned smug if she died 50 feet from their room right now.

She did the only thing she knew how. She reached up and dug her thumbs into the sockets of his eyes. It was gross. Oh God it was gross but she kept digging until he screamed and shoved her away. Beca fell back against something hard and rounded and reached for it blindly. Her helmet. With all the strength she had left she swung it around and crashed it against his head, once, twice…

And then the door slid open with her straddling an unconscious man, helmet held high to bring down on his head again. She blinked at the sudden light. Shit. There was no way to say this wasn’t what it looked like. 

“Oh my God is he dead?? Jimmy?? Oh Jesus fuck Almighty…Jimmy!”

Beca looked at the woman and her client and down at the man. “He said he liked it rough?”

“What the fuc….I’m out of here.”

The trucker turned on a heel and sped away from the scene as quickly as he could. Beca could understand the impulse. The woman stayed hovering at the van door, unsure of what to do. Jimmy groaned weakly and Beca lowered the helmet.

“He’s still alive? Oh Christ…he’s gonna hurt me so bad for this.”

Beca raised a dark brow and looked back at poor old Jimmy. She dug in her pocket and pulled the key out to the motorcycle and held it out to the woman. 

“You can leave if you want to. If you can’t ride, you can sell it and get some place far far away from this trash.”

The woman looked tempted and Beca cautiously held out the bloody helmet to her as an offering. The woman looked at her pimp and back to Beca before snatching the keys and helmet from her hands. 

“You should have killed him.”

“He’s not long for the living.”

The woman gave her a solid stare before nodding agreement. She took one last look at Jimmy and spat at him before taking off as fast as her glittered platforms could take her. The sliding door slammed shut, dropping them back into darkness. Jimmy groaned again and tried to raise himself up. Beca stood with a snarl and slammed her foot down on his head for one last blow. She swayed on her feet dangerously and scrambled to the driver’s seat. The sun visor flopped down with the movement and she got a good look at herself in the mirror.

She was bloody and bruised, her face hurt like a son of a gun and she was pretty sure at least two of her teeth were loose. The sunglasses that had fallen from her face sometime during the struggle had been miraculously flung into the cup holder. She put them on and looked at herself in the mirror again.

“Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you, Bucko?” A slow smile crept across her face and she gave herself a small nod. “You should be.” 

And she was. Even though it went against everything she’d thought she was…she was going to feed this man to a monster. And she was going to enjoy it. Beca looked over her shoulder at Jimmy boy barely breathing in the back and frowned. You didn’t need to be a vampire to be a monster. Humans were monstrous all on their own. She turned the key in the ignition and drove around the back of the store to a parking spot right in front of their room. She didn’t think the woman would run to the cops but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t run to someone else. It was time to get the fuck out of here.

She parked and gave the man another look. Was she really prepared to do this? For vampires? No. But she’d do it for Aubrey and Chloe. She’d do it and not think too hard on the why of it. Later, much later, when she’d had a lot of alcohol to help her, she’d process the fact that she would take their side even over humans. Because she’d stopped thinking of them as the enemy and had started thinking of them as…hers.

[chellyore]

Screw it. Ninjago monster au. I got bored and well since I'm pumping out writing more than I should. Here. Also I might create artwork of the monster designs or mythical designs. I'm debating, but yeah enjoy my brainrot.

I'll give you all chapter one here though, cuz I'm crazy. Enjoy and who knows, maybe artwork will come of this, because I like drawing dragons, vampires, etc.

The sun shone bright orange along the golden doors of an ancient building. Nearly blinding the three underneath the gold archway. 

“Nya, are you ready?” An elderly lady asked as the water ninja came up. 

“Yep, and Pixel is coming too.” 

“That is fantastic.” A nindroid beams as his blue eyes lit up upon seeing the female Android. 

“I don't get to come out too much.” Pixel says as she then gets onto the boat. 

“Did you bring Samurai X?” Pixel beams down at Nya. She then turned to a group of four ninja, currently waving off their Master. 

“Alright, you boys know how to run the Monastery while we're away?” 

“Of course we do, sis.” The red ninja Kai, smiled with his head tilting back. 

“Yeah, sweep, clean, do dishes.” Jay, the blue ninja counted. 

“Oh, and to mention the cooking.” The black ninja, Cole, grabbed his mouth. 

“We got it under control.”  The last ninja, Lloyd, the legendary Green ninja beamed. The woman shook her head, and smiled. 

“I was curious about the computer, do you know how to call from it?” Jay shoved Cole's hand away. 

“Yep, I got it and I can do any repairs if needed.” Nya giggles at her boyfriend and both then share a hug. 

“Nya.” 

“Well, Master Wu is calling me. Bye guys, and don't ya know.. .burn down the Monastery.” 

“When have we ever- oh yeah.” The boys groan at the fire ninja. 

“Seriously Kai, out of all us you're more prone to.” 

“I forgot, but-” He watches the Bounty taking off and turns back to his brothers. Cole smiled widely beside Jay, and Lloyd just started walking to the door. 

“Well, come on. We deserve a break.” Everyone gave gleams as soon they reached a room, with a massive TV and sofa. Cole went to grab snacks, Jay played with the cords for a second and plugs them in, and Kai and Lloyd were just guessing who would win the game. Cole swings the door open with his legs and places down bowls of chips, chocolates, popcorn, really anything that could be considered a snack. 

“Are you all ready for me to beat you all?” Kai gripped a controller. 

“Yeah, right Jay, I'm gonna be the one to beat you.” Suddenly the game started and Lloyd gave a knowing side smirk as he immediately began slamming buttons. 

“HEY!” 

“Should pay attention better!” Everyone quickly began moving buttons as a certain green character was taking the lead.  

They played for hours, eating, drinking, occasional breaks to use the restroom, but kept playing. 

“I WIN!” Kai jumped up as he proudly stood on the sofa. Jay eyed his controller. 

“Take that Lloyd!” 

“Good game, but we should get more snacks.” Cole looked at the empty bowls. 

“Yeah, I need to stretch my legs.” Lloyd yawns, popping his neck. 

“Alright, time for a break.” Kai giggled as he jumped off the couch. 

“Aww, but I was so close!” Jay frowned, and Kai gleamed. 

“Maybe next time, but my eyes hurt from staring.” 

“I just need more snacks and I can go again.” Jay looks over at Cole. 

“You're on, Cole!” Lloyd yawns again and Kai went up to him. 

“I'm gonna head to bed.” Kai nodded and the green ninja left the room, heads to the restroom. He uses the shower quickly and gets on his pjas. He then shivers through the hall till he makes it to his room. He curls up into the green blankets, and sighs as his hair was still wet. 

“Have to wait.” He muttered and went over to his closet. He dug around for a moment, digging up old swords, Gis, and he stopped for a second. 

A small black hood, with faded bone shapes and a number 5 in green. Lloyd lifts it and gives a slight gleam, folds it, and places it away. His eyes then see the pages of color and space. 

“There it is!” He scooped it right up, and silently curled up into his bed and pillows. 

He reads it till eventually his eyes close. And like that everyone was asleep. Kai in his room, with his fifty blankets, and Cole and Jay in the same room they played games in. Cole deep in slumber on the couch, and Jay in the chair, curled up like a burrito. 

“How long do you think they will sleep?” 

“Hopefully long enough for this.” 

*creek* 

The glass reflected their hood and their floating arrival. One looked down at Cole and Jay. 

“Now?” The bigger hood shook. 

“We must find their master's room.” 

“Huh?” The beings flew straight down to the back of the couch, where they heard springs move as the male sat up. 

“What was that?” His voice muffled with a hint of dryness. 

“Now?” The little being asks and suddenly Cole jumps over the sofa. 

“WHO ARE YOU!?” The two creatures flew up. 

“AAA!” They glance at a terrified  auburn-haired man. 

“COLE!” 

“GET THE OTHERS, JAY!” Jay shakes his head, and feels his legs stiffen upon seeing the two sets of red eyes. 

“KAI, LLOYD!” 

*SWOOSH* 

“AAAAAAAAA” 

Lloyd lifts himself right up. 

“JAY!” He jumps himself onto his feet and grabs the sword by his bed. 

“I'M COMING!” Lloyd watches Kai sprint before him and immediately clutches his sword. 

“IN HERE!” Kai slams the door right open and Lloyd rushes to his two friends, laying on the floor. 

“What happened?” Cole clenched his jaw, showing his teeth, and Lloyd watched as his eyes began to water. 

“Cole?” 

“COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKER!” Lloyd lifts his head at Kai's yelling and grips his sword. Jay stood up, though still with a little help from the chair. 

“That was weird, right?” He glances at a curled up Cole, who only stares up at him in tears. 

Lloyd brings his sword right to his face, and stares up at a bright purple ball. 

Cole shook as the blue ninja picked him up. 

“AAAAA!” 

“FUCK!” 

Jay listens to Lloyd and Kai's screams and shakes his head as two figures fly above him. 

“Sorry, Cole.” He places the pained man against the chair. 

“HEY!” The figures turn to Jay, which is when Jay notices something shiny in their hands. He jumps onto the sofa, and tucks his legs. 

“Bye” 

*snap* 

*Thud* 

Jay lifts his head from the floor and breathes out. 

“NOW THEY CAN TELEPORT!” He tugged at his eyelids. 

“Jay.” The man turned, where he only saw Cole's hand on the chair. Or what he hopes is him, because the hand was fully black and had pieces of ripped sofa stuck to the longing claws.  

[countrymusiclover]

12 - Rescuing Rae

Part 13

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Klaus bursted into Alaric’s office grabbing one of the chairs out of the room until it broke against the wall at the strength he used on it. Jacob vamped into the room grabbing his shoulders before he broke anything more. “Klaus stop it. Okay I know why you’re angry.”

“I will kill you if I lose my wife regardless of you being my brother in law. I should’ve stayed with her and this wouldn’t have happened!” He showed the heretic his hybrid face holding him by his throat in the air.

Someone ran into the room making them both turn their heads seeing it was the triplets, Hayley and the Saltzman twin’s with their father. Alaric moved forward grabbing the hybrid's arm, breaking them apart. “Klaus, enough. This isn’t going to get Raelyn back any faster.”

“So what’s the plan, Dr. Saltzman?” Hope asked the headmaster.

He didn’t answer her where her father growled, turning his hands into fists at his sides. “We don’t need a plan. We just need to know who took her and then kill whoever took her.”

“Dads right. It doesn’t matter who took her. We will get her back, that's what matters.” Alina snapped, flashing her golden werewolf eyes.

Missy crossed her arms over her chest. “Normally I don’t like violence but they took my mother!”

“Girls listen to yourselves.” Alaric tries to talk them down.

Lizzie took Josie’s hand offering a solution. “Sorry daddy. But they took Auntie Rae Rae. Peace isn’t an option now.”

“We can do a locator spell with your guys blood.” Josie added on looking between her three witch cousins.

Klaus nodded in agreement looking at Alaric and Jacob. “Finally now we’re getting somewhere. As for you two, someone better keep an eye on Henrik. He’s too young to go rescue his mother. The rest of us will handle this. Let’s go.”

“Klaus, wait a second.” Jacob called to the hybrid making him halt in his tracks glaring at him. “She’s my sister and you’re right I asked her to help so it is my fault. I’m coming to help get her back.”

Klaus eyed the heretic boy but he supposed the more supernatural muscles they had the better chance. “Fine, you can come. We need to go, we're wasting time talking.” He vamped out of the room determined to get the love of his life back before they tried to kill her.

Blinking my eyes open I groaned feeling pain in my head where I slowly removed a wooden bullet throwing it on the ground. Lifting my head up I glanced around seeing that I was in a closed metal cell. Moving towards the lock I raised my hand trying to concentrate on the unlocking spell but nothing happened. “Damn it. Why isn’t it working?”

Raelyn’s pov

“Because we found a way to block your magic. Mrs. Mikaelson.” Someone responded back to me coming inside the room and shutting an automatic locked door behind them.

Blinking my eyes I glared at the stranger wrapping my hands around the bars. “Who the hell are you!”

“Names Burr. I work with Triad Industries.” The man had brown hair and blue green eyes.

Shifting myself up onto my knees I focused on the Burr guy revealing my vampire veins and fangs at him. My pregnant belly was pressed up against the bars too. “If you know who I am then you must know who my husband is. Klaus Mikaelson.”

“Mmm.” Burr just made a noise.

Knitting my brows at him I wasn’t used to seeing someone not afraid of his name. “Huh…never mind. You better get it through your head that when he finds me - and yes I said when because he always does. He will make sure that you get exactly what you deserve.”

“You can give what threats you want but I’m the one in control here, girl. So…” Burr drew out a handgun firing a bullet into my shoulder where I screamed falling sideways on the cold floor. “I can do whatever I want to you.”

Holding a hand over the wound in my shoulder I sniffed through tears pressing my other hand to my growing stomach. “What the hell do you want from me…you’d really kill a pregnant girl for fun?”

“You’re not just a pregnant woman though are you. I’ve come across some people that now work for me that say you are the only vampire in the world able to conceive children. On top of that you are also half witch.” Burr bent down on his knees to be eye level with me.

Baring my teeth at him. "You think we're monsters but the truth is…you are - argh!" Screaming again he shot a bullet into my thigh getting closer to my stomach.

Burr put his gun back in its holster. "You can think whatever you want about me. Just know you're not getting out of here. And if anyone comes to get you. They'll suffer the same fate." He shut the door leaving me there laying inside the metal cell.

Holding my hands over my stomach I winced hearing the baby's heartbeat increasing. Bending my head down I mumbled down to it. "Sssh baby…mommy is going to find a way out of here." Closing my eyes I winced feeling the pain from the wooden bullets and I let myself rest until he came back into the room.

Blinking my eyes open again I moaned quietly noticing that Burr was sitting on a stool waiting for me to wake up. "Morning sunshine."

"I ain't your sunshine, asshole!" I snapped showing my fangs a second time.

Burr reached down, switching out something I'm his gun before I felt my skin start burning when I try clawing at myself. "Vervain just a little dose for fun."

"I tear you limb from limb…why!" Gripping the bars in my fingers I cried like a whimpering dog when he shot another vervain bullet yet except this one went into my stomach where I started sobbing in a panic since he might have hit the baby.

Burr got close against the bars smirking down at me. "So I want you to tell me how many miracle supernatural babies have you created?"

"Like I'd ever tell you that." I growled focusing my vampire ears swearing that I heard something.

In the distance the Mikaelson gang had enrolled the compound building in the middle of nowhere out in Georgia. Klaus didn't care that an entire fleat of men were standing in front of him. He vamped forward managing to dodge the bullets they shot at him then he snapped half their necks or threw them on their backs. He held one alive by the throat looking at the others. "Go find Raelyn!"

Jacob saw some more coming so he raised his hand with Missy beside him and they launched them into the sky. "Propellere."

Alina and Hope ran down the hallway after stealing a key card from one of the dead officers. Gripping the bars I started shouting not caring if he shot me again. "Klaus…Hope…Alina…Missy!" Shaking the bars I gasped relieved when I saw my two eldest daughters standing in the doorway.

Burr jumps to his feet drawing his firearm until Hope launches him against the wall trapping him behind the door. "You've got some nerve hurting our mother!"

Alina ran over noticing the lock where she flashed her werewolf eyes. She grabbed the metal lock chain and snapped it apart. "Come on, mom. Take my hand." She extended her hand down to me giving me a scared hopeful look.

"Who else is here with you two?" I mumbled placing my hand in hers where she helped me to my feet but I almost fell on the ground when I stumbled against her chest.

She gently but tightly held my shoulders so I wouldn't hit the floor. "Woah mom, it's us, dad, Missy and uncle Jacob."

Someone came rushing down the hallway while Burr was still being held by Hope in a choke of magic. The figure was a little blurry in my vision since the amount of vervain and blood I was losing from the bullets. But I could always tell it was him across a battlefield. "Klaus!..."

"Rae." He gasped, dropping his shoulders before I broke away from Alina’s side stumbling into his embrace. Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face into his chest crying the second we made contact with each other. He buried his face into my hair that was tousled about and he kept his arms tightly around my waist until he felt my grip loosening with my body lowering to the ground. "Raelyn…Rae. Rae!"

He lowered his body with mine onto the ground watching my eyes fall closed with me holding onto his dog tag necklace. "I…knew…you'd…find…me Nik."

Klaus and his two daughters weren't worried that she wouldn't come back. He never shot her in the heart so she was fine. But something was scaring the hybrid into turning almost as white as a ghost. "We need to get her to the hospital now."

"Dad, what's going on?" Alina asked nervously.

Hope released her grip on Burr not concerned with him anymore. "Is mom going to be okay?"

"I can't make out the baby's heartbeat." Klaus blurted out. His blue eyes were covered with terrified tears not wanting to lose a child of his own blood.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[adultswim2021]

Lucy, the Daughter of the Devil #11: “Monster” | November 12, 2007 - 12:15AM | S01E11

The final Lucy is finally upon us. Thank god.

This episode isn’t terrible by Lucy standards, whatever that means. The story moves, and the humor compliments the story fine. None of it is particularly funny, though. The story is that there’s a big monster attacking San Francisco. DJ Jesus wants to tame it with beat-boxing. Satan wants to capture it and keep it as a pet. The Sam Seder senator guy wants to kill it and become known to voters as the guy who killed the giant monster in San Francisco and saved everyone from certain doom. The Special Fathers and Sister are touring with the Pope and he wants to help out anyway he can. And Lucy, perpetually 7th banana on her own show, becomes the object of the senator’s sexual frustrations as she continually rejects his advances.

It becomes very easy to figure this out, but the senator turns out to be the monster. He wakes up naked on a dock, which typically suggests such a thing, and that thing turns out to be very true. And it’s the sexual frustration that causes the transformation. The monster is essentially the embodiment of the senator’s blue balls. Also, eagle-eyed viewers may have noticed a little foreshadowing in the Human Sacrifice episode - the senator wears a mask that resembles his monstrous form. I actually noticed this and remembered the monster from this episode (which I didn’t watch; I just saw the actual monster itself in promos and in snippets) and thought “huh, I’m guessing that’s foreshadowing?” What a smart guy I am. 

Notable factoids about this episode: this episode marks a return to the pilot’s use of a licensed song for the opening; this time H. Jon Benjamin sings “I Know What Boys Like” by the Waitresses. It didn’t do much for me other than give me the gift of recognition. A lot of the music stuff on this show is always never quite right. The other thing to note is that the end credits feature a scene where Lucy tells her dad that she’s pregnant. There’s a hard cut to credits, implying a cliff-hanger for season 2, but then they have a conversation over the credits where it’s cleared up that she was trying to prank her father when she’s not pleased with his cheery reaction. So, Lucy is NOT enceinte. I genuinely wonder if they chicken out of this reveal or if they knew that the show wasn’t gonna get picked up at this point and decided not to be annoying. Don’t want to give fans the wrong impression that Lucy might have something interesting going on in future episodes.

Despite my clowning on it, that conversation is mildly amusing, and could be the closest the show ever properly got to being Home Movies. But this show wasn’t even Home Movies season 4. But this is perhaps undercut by the lame choice to include rehashed animation of the Monster from the episode clowning around on screen during it. It’s the same sort of feeling I get from when post-classic Simpsons episodes call back a bad joke at the end of an episode, or when Sealab added “Zombie Cat Loves You!” at the end of that one episode. It’s like “oh, our fans are gonna wanna see this guy again!” as if you’re mounting a children’s theater production of Lucy. I did not want to see this monster again, thank you. I will not be buying the T-shirt with the monster on it. Please. Don’t make me! Okay, here’s my ranking for the series. Because why not? From least-worst to worst-worst.

S01E06 - Human Sacrifice

S01E08 - The Special Fathers vs. The Vampire Alter Boys

S01E02 - Escapeoke

S01E11 - Monster

S01E07 - The Busboy

S01E04 - Temptasia

S01E09 - The Dreamster

S01E01 - He's Not the Messiah, He's a DJ

S01E10 - Satan's School for Girls

S01E05 - Terry the Teratoma

S01E03 - Dildo Factory

[thefantasticreader]

Beating Hearts (Damon Salvatore x reader)

Summary: Y/n is Damon Salvatore's best friend and little sister, so when she is killed it tears him apart. but the heart inside her isn't done beating, not yet.

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I'm back!!!!!! and I have new stories and small shorts coming out soon as possible! high school has me running my ass off, so sorry for hardly posting! so here's a Damon x reader one-shot!

Damon Salvatore was protective with his family and friends, but not as protective as he was with the one person who meant the world to him, Y/n. She was his everything, she was his best friend, and his little sister all in one. He loved her with all his heart. So when he got the dreaded news that she was gone his heart broke in two.

Sitting in front of the fireplace that blew warm air through the cold room he sipped the glass of dark whiskey. Stefan was somewhere, probably on the roof crying over the death of the girl they saw as their little sister. And here Damon and him were sitting there not doing anything to get her back, but it wasn't easy like that, she was a human. And after desperate measures they all split from the scene, Damon carried her limp body to the car and laid it in the back heading home. he glanced up from his gaze at the red patch on the carpet and to the girl under the white sheet.

"GOD DAMMIT!" he yelled in anguish as he tossed the glass across the room, shattering on impact with the wall. He didn't even feel his knees hit the ground until the burning of the rug became noticeable. Only hours ago he was hanging out with her and now here she lay, a peaceful look on her face as the Gilbert ring glistened on her finger. It was the last thing they decided to try to which Elena let him hold onto it to try to see if it would work.

He stood and walked over to the girl, gripping her wrist and tried to feel for a pulse, "I can't hear your heartbeat." he cried out as the tears swarmed his eyes. That was the first thing he had told her when he met her.

*FLASHBACK*

She had been staying with the brothers since her father was working with the sheriff in town. Given they had no where to stay, and since Stefan was oh so polite he invited them to stay with them. The young female skipped along the pathway collecting flowers out back, she was only eight at the time. Boy was the 90's interesting for the brothers. She was about 10 at the time, 2004 if Damon remembered correctly. He remembers her running up to him with a yellow pansy in her hand and giving it to the blue eyed man.

he bent down and took it carefully from the girls small hands, "T-thank you." he said as she smiled and nodded. "It matches your personality!" she had exclaimed so happily. "You mean my dark soul?" she giggled happily and shook her head. "NO SILLY! your happy outgoing personality! LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE!" he curiously looked at the girl. She giggled again "I can hear your heartbeat you know. I'm a vampire, im a dark soul less creature." She giggled harder and ran off laughing.

After her father got killed by another vampire the brothers agreed to take her in. And by agree Stefan took her in while Damon disagreed with taking in a child, none the less one that belonged to a vampire hunter founding family member.

By the time she was 15 both of the brothers had grown closer to her than before, Damon became her sole guardian and would look after her with all his heart. From the time she was 10 to 15 she would always ask how it felt to be immortal, to which he'd always respond annoying, fun, pleasing. But when she came home from a date that went wrong the man scooped her into his arms and made her stay there until he was sure she was ok. "I can hear your heartbeat, it's calm now." He muttered into her. After that it became a regular thing they said to each other when the girl was low or when she needed to hear it.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

He gently pulled her cold body into his arms, "I can't hear... hear your heartbeat." he cried as he let the tears begin to flow down his face. he cleared the hair from her face, the puncture marks on her neck were deep but the blood had long stopped. He had done this, and he regretted every bit of it, if only he was not so reckless, if only he had actually listened to her, if only he killed himself before he could get her.

TWO HOURS EARLIER

y/n exited the mystic grill as she was on the phone with Stefan, he had called to let her know that Damon had gotten out of the cell in the basement. Her feet were suddenly swept beneath her feet as she hit the ground with a thud. Her head hit the ground with a loud Kathump! pain rattled through it and left a headache that didn't want to go away. She cried out when she felt an intense pressure build at her temples, she reached up and touched the left side of her head.

"Oh how pitiful." The southern accident didn't tell her much about who it was but she knew it was a vampire. the living Looking up at her savior she went to thank them but frowned when she saw who it was. "Damon." She breathed out. "Oh the pitter platter of a racing heart," he began "Music to my ears." he gripped her neck and pulled her up to the wall. the young girl kicked her legs underneath Damon, "DAMON STOP! STOP PLEaSE! PLEaSE!" The death grip on her neck tightened.

She screamed as he grew closer to her. Of course she knew it wasn't him, but the wolf venom spreading through his body but still she kicked and screamed for help. It wasn't until she cried out in agony that he dropped her from the grip. Blood tumbled down her neck as he stepped back astonished at what he had done, "I-I'm..." he couldn't get the words out as the girl stumbled backwards. Her body hitting the ground was the only sound he heard through the midst of what was going on. Blood began to seep into the floor beneath her as she struggled to breathe.

[hattiewritesalot]

~Not Possible~

Jane Volturi x gn!vampire!reader

Summary: (Y/N), Alice's twin and a vampire possessing powerful mind-controlling abilities, travels with Bella and Alice to stop Edward being killed. Alas, they had no idea what was waiting for them, especially not (Y/N)'s newfound mate.

Warnings: pain. Sorry that was a reference needed to be made, mentions of brainwashing, Edward being stupid etc

A/N: my girlfriend requested this so I had to do it. by law.

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"Do I have to do this? I don't even like Edward."

Alice glared at the vampire through the rear mirror, her dark brows furrowing.

"(Y/N)…" Her tone was warning, as if daring them to continue.

"What!? I'm just being honest!"

Alice once again pulled a face at them, before signalling to a very distressed-looking Bella sitting next to her. (Y/N) sighed, leaning forward to rub the human's arm in a comforting fashion.

"I'm sorry Bells, we'll get him back, I promise." Bella smiled softly at the nickname before closing her eyes and leaning against the car window. Silence filled the air as the three of them sat awkwardly, before (Y/N) spoke again.

"So can I just stay here while you guys do all the work or?"

Luckily, Alice had just pulled over at the festival, and she reached into her back before tossing some dark blue fabric at them.

"Put that on." She said, "To hide the sparkles."

(Y/N) grinned at their sister. "Alice," they said, "If you ever say that again I will make you throw out all of your best clothing."

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Pulling the dark hood over their (H/C) hair, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice a feeling of something new from within them as they made their way through the crowd of red fabric. Times like those made them want nothing more than Jasper to tell them exactly what they were feeling.

But they already knew.

Something good was to come, what it was, they had no idea, but they could sense an exciting presence. It was strange, especially considering that their sister was the future-seeing vampire.

(Y/N) couldn't see into the future, but they did have the gift - or curse as they so often claimed it to be - of mind manipulation, or brain-drain as Emmett called it. One rude comment towards them and straight away the insulter would be on the floor begging for forgiveness, not by free will, but by force.

Not very fun, but alas, the mind is such a complicated system that makes any enjoyment difficult to obtain.

They kept walking, avoiding eye contact and lifting their golden eyes just enough to spot Bella running to a shirtless Edward, shoving him away from the sunlight.

'Well,' they thought, 'might as well'.

And they ran as fast as they could over to the couple, the sense of the unknown still ringing in their ears.

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"Well done, Eddy boy, I am SO-"

"I don't think your taunting is going to make him feel any more sorry than he already is, (Y/N)."

Bella was standing by her boyfriend, trying to keep (Y/N) from completely murdering Edward for being 'so idiotically stupid' as they put it.

That was, before the trio was caught by two rather tall dark-haired red-eyed vampires. (Y/N) had only met them once or twice, Felix and Demetri is all they knew.

Edward furrowed his brows at their presence.

"I won't be needing of your services anymore, gentlemen."

Felix did not smile, which was rather unsettling.

"Aro wants to speak with you." "No rules were broken."

Demetri did smile, but it was a rather strange sight.

"We should take this conversation to a more appropriate venue."

Edward sighed. "Fine, Bella why don't you stay here and enjoy the festival?"

Felix stepped forward, "The girl comes with us."

Edward was going to speak, to protest, to yell, but he was cut off by a small figure walking through the door. Thank god she showed up.

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Alice smiled merrily from beneath her white hood, before pulling it down and grinning at the two vampires. "Come on guys! It's a festival! We wouldn't want to make a scene!"

While she said this, she began moving herself in front of Edward, Bella and (Y/N), as if guarding them from the Volturi.

Felix scowled at Alice.

"There won't be any scene. And we'll still win."

Edward stepped forward to protest but was, once again, cut off by a different figure walking towards them. (Y/N) placed two fingers to their temple, ready to act if they were needed.

But that ringing in (Y/N)'s ears disappeared immediately when they caught a sight of the vampire suddenly standing there.

Porcelain skin, perfectly-styled blonde hair and by far the prettiest eyes they had ever seen. Sure, the rest of the Volturi had the same red eyes, but hers were just the most beautiful shade of crimson.

"Enough." she said, her voice making both Alice and Edward take a few steps back.

She removed the hood from her head and continued speaking.

"Aro was wondering what is taking so..."

Her words trailed off as she made eye contact with (Y/N), the two vampires' minds connecting. Such a strange sensation was not normal to come by, immediately letting them both know what was going on.

(Y/N) Cullen had found their mate.

(Y/N) Cullen's mate was Jane Volturi.

This was not going to go down well with the rest of the family.

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if people like this I'll make more parts with more Jane <3

[sakumz]

 ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ s. izumi x fem reader ]

tw❗: mentions of death, angst

" ne secchan do you believe in the dead going to heaven or hell or staying in earth after death? " ritsu asks as he tilts his head from the question.

" tch, why would you ask such a stupid question? if this is because n/n-chan died then... she's probably in a better place... I hope... " izumi trails off, hoping the vampire doesn't hear the last bits of his sentence.

to be completely honest, izumi hasn't really gotten over y/n's death. she was his favourite idol, motivation, friend and someone he fell for. he was infatuated with her. when news got around that she committed suicide after the pressure and stress got to her, he couldn't believe she actually died.

why? she could've told him, her problems. he trusted her to tell her, his struggles. she could have done the same, right? they're best friends and best friends don't hide things from one another, right?

izumi prayed a miracle would happen where she's reincarnated or if given a chance to talk to her again. he would love to spill and let out all these heavy feelings he felt for her. to tell her everything, how much he loves her and how he wishes to be by her side or have her by his side again, how he longs for her touches.

after practice, izumi went home. he isn't getting as much sleep as he used to, he's still caught up with her death. it's only been a week since her death. oh how he wished he could see her on the other side of his bed or hear her complain about her days as an idol. they weren't lovers, how he wished they were, but she would often come into his own apartment from time to time to hang out with izumi. she feels lonely staying alone so visiting izumi often does make her feel the opposite of lonely feelings.

" if only I could say the things I always wanted to you, n/n-chan. would you reincorporate my feelings? " izumi whispered slowly.

the next morning, when izumi woke up and went to his kitchen for breakfast. he saw a beautiful girl sitting on one of the chairs by the table. why is there a girl here? more or less how did she even come in here? she broke in? she does have the same hair colour as his precious n/n-chan.

" yo! zumi-kun, miss me? " the girl smiled.

" y-you... n/n-chan!? " the boy shouted out of shock and surprise.

" the one and only, " she beamed a wary smile.

" how... didn't you die? I saw your body being buried and all- " he tried reaching a hand to pat her head, only for his hand to go through her head.

" y-yeah, I am dead... I'm a ghost too! " she replied. izumi could only look at her in shock.

" I'm going insane, maybe it's the sleep getting to me and I'm imagining things. " he went off to his bedroom as the ghost girl follows after.

" but you're not imagining things! I came back to fulfill one wish, " she said.

" oh yeah, what wish? it's my day off and I don't wanna do much today, " as much as izumi wants to believe in her coming back to him, he doesn't want to trick his heart into believing what he's hearing or seeing. how could a ghost possibly return from wherever they were supposed to go...

" I love you so much zumi-kun... sorry for dying on you, if I said my death wasn't actually me committing suicide, would your harsh soul believe its true? " hearing these left the blue eyed boy gaping his mouth like a fish. he ought to know what actually happened to her.

" how did you die then? " he questions.

" well... there's a problem here zumi-kun, I can't tell you much and I should return to where ghosts and spirits go after death. its up to you to find out, and maybe when your time comes we could talk more hahaha, don't go off too soon though, it isn't fun here, " with a playful wink she gives, she disappeared from his sight.

a new goal to uncover her death and find the killer was added to his list of to do before death. he was happy to finally see her face again though he didn't confess his undying love to her, he hopes uncovering the truth and exposing it to the media would be a way for her to see that he loves her back. with a heavy sigh and a motivated face, izumi opens up his laptop and starts his research on the girl.

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[eating-fires]

emergency

Dabi x Fem!Reader

♡ Rating: 18+ ♡ Word count: 4.5k ✎Summary: He’d expressly written to only call him if there was an emergency. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t specify what kind of emergency was viable. ✎Prompt: none. ⚠ Content: implied smut, body dysmorphia (brief), Y/N is a bartender, Y/N has a vampiric quirk, blood sucking. ♬Music: This acoustic cover of “Bad Habits” goes along quite nicely.

⚠ Minors DNI please ⚠

Paper crinkled between your fingers. A simply written letter, words hastily scrawled that are half-scratched out and difficult to decipher; numerous attempts to write something of substance before the writer finally settled on “sorry I’m a coward”.

And even with Dabi’s claims that he was a coward, he’d still etched his number onto the page. You could barely make out a scribbled “call me if there’s an emergency”.

There was nothing between the two of you. He wasn’t yours. You weren’t his. Dabi lived a life on the wild side, and while you only dipped your toes into the vast inky water of villainy he was submerged up to his chest.

He kept going deeper, dark water creeping into his veins and staining his body more than the scars on his skin ever could.

It had been your witty banter, you think. Dabi had come to frequent the place you worked, a little cafe that turned into a bar in the later hours. Usually you worked the afternoon shift, preferring to spend your nights focusing on yourself, putting hours into your hobby, and then sleeping in the next morning before work. It was the simple joys for you, during the simpler times.

He’d met you during a rare graveyard shift that you had agreed to. A full-figured woman like you, wearing clothes that hugged those curves was a sight the darker patrons had apparently always wanted to see.

Mostly villains at this time of day. You kept yourself relegated behind the bar, unless on the odd occasion that one of your co-workers needed you. You’d been affectionately nicknamed ‘Mama Bull’ because you would storm over to physically force the offending party away. Dabi had walked in, trailed by someone else from the League of Villains - not that you had known who they were - and his striking eyes caught yours.

Witty banter, after you had told another man at the bar to clear his seat and fuck off before you did it for him. He’d been getting handsy with one of your shier co-workers, and you wouldn’t stand for that. When he arrogantly refused to move, you spat in his face and bared your teeth, snarling, “my bar, my rules. Get out.”

Dabi had grabbed the man by the back of his collar and yanked him forcefully out of his seat. Blue fire danced over his broad shoulders, startling more people away from the bar, and sending the dog on the floor running with his tail between his legs.

“Hey big boy,” you’d greeted when he sat down, azure eyes gazing evenly at you.

“Hey big girl.”

You’d laughed, and he’d smiled, “didn’t know they had class around here.”

“You’d know all about class, wouldn’t you?” you’d leaned against the bar, taking a moment to come down from the rush of confrontation.

“You think so, baby girl?”

“I think a lot of things,” you purred, pushing away from the bar, fingers dancing over the glasses at your disposal, “no one ever sits down to listen though.”

“Busy night for talking,” he mused, eyes flicking to all the people sitting at the bar. Some were slowly growing agitated, but no one wanted to run the risk of setting Dabi off at the time; and at the time, you hadn’t known who he was either.

“Good thing too, because I could bore you with how much I talk. A drink for your name?”

“And for a name?” that’s what he had asked. You eyed him suspiciously. There had been expectation in his features, like you were supposed to know who he was the night you’d met him.

“I guess I could do that,” you agreed, nonchalantly preparing other drinks for other people. You were prized for your efficiency. By the time you’d finished serving everyone else you already had a shot of whiskey for this fiery stranger.

“Call me D.”

“Big D, or Little D?”

He’d laughed, loud and raspy and tipped his drink to you.

“Maybe you’ll find out sometime,” he’d joked after the amber liquid had slipped into his mouth, “then you can decide from there.”

At the time, you hadn’t thought he was serious. You’d brushed off the subtle flirt, and the evening had proceeded from there.

Presently, you slid to the floor, staring at the piece of paper. It was raining outside, pattering against the window, casting the room in a gloomy hue of gray-blue. You noticed the edges of the note were singed. He singed things when it wasn’t something he wanted to do, whether it be leaving in the morning, or answering his phone. On more than one occasion you had sat yourself on his lap to stop him from setting something on fire, because the only thing he didn’t want to singe was you.

It hurt too much to think about how things currently were, with him having disappeared sometime last night, so you shut your eyes tight and returned to your memories of the first time you had met him, and the subsequent meetings afterward that had led to whatever it was that you both had, and didn’t have.

“What about a pretty drink for a pretty boy?” you had teased as patrons dwindled, dancing a mixer along your shoulders before catching it in your hand and popping it apart to pour out the drink. A little dash of vodka topped it off, and you held it out for him, “light ‘em up, hot shot.”

He had been enjoying himself, making a show of flicking up his middle finger, a lone blue flame dancing at the tip. He touched it to the alcohol before blowing it out. You’d tipped your head at him, smirking.

“Thanks, wildfire. This’ll keep me warm all night~”

You blew it out, tapped it down, and threw it back.

Ever since then, you had started to come in for night shifts more frequently: one week on, one week off. Dabi learned your schedule rather quickly, and for every night you were there, so was he. You had been quick to learn that he liked the sound of your voice, especially when you got excited about whatever it was you were showing him on your phone, usually the latest project you were working on. You had begun to get so much more done too, because Dabi always asked you for updates. Anything to keep you talking.

He had surprised you when one night he came in, during the last call. He hadn’t wanted anything, just stood menacingly at the end of the bar, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes stood out vibrantly beneath the shadow his hair cast over them; beneath the shadow he stood in, only half of him lit by one of the brilliant bar lights. Your co-manager had asked you to go home early after the tips were divvied up. You had realized very quickly it was because Dabi - who again, you had only ever known as “Big D” at this point - was making your co-manager nervous, and you were the only one who he seemed to really like.

“Scary tonight, Big D,” you’d said. His eyes traced slowly over your form, and you’d narrowed your eyes at him; unusual. He wasn’t really acting like himself, but he followed you out of the building nonetheless.

For most of the walk, you had done the talking, and he had done the listening. You had led him up the stairway to your apartment. Not upscale, not downscale, but nestled nicely in the middle. Safe for the most part. Out of the way of hero and villain blow ups. Not high class enough to cause a scene, and not low class enough that villains could get away with more violent crimes. Comfortably in mediocrity.

“You don’t seem to care that I know where you live.”

You had shrugged, and instead of opening your door you had turned around to lean against it, “are you implying you’re gonna’ come back, D?”

“Maybe.”

“Hm,” and this had been where you had let your guard down, just enough to let him see the perpetual exhaustion you felt, “and maybe I would like that.”

So he had startled you for once when he braced one hand against the door, just above your head, and leaned down. His fiery gaze was intense, and you had to look askance. You had focused on the space behind him instead, in the open hall-way of this particular apartment complex.

“You really don’t know who I am, do you?”

You’d scoffed, giving him an incredulous look, “am I supposed to?”

“I’m sure you’ve seen the news,” though his eyes had narrowed at you.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what a TV is,” you had said dryly.

All he had done was hum - but then he had stayed. Like he was waiting for you to open the door, and while you were confident in the bar, confident with how you carried yourself, and unafraid of confrontation, here where you would be considered alone with him your confidence wavered.

“Maybe it wasn’t obvious,” you’d continued talking to mask your growing anxiousness, “but I don’t really care for the news. Unless it happens directly to me, I don’t have much energy to spare on compassion or sympathy for others.”

His smile at the time should have been unsettling. You had ignored it in favor of continuing to ramble. Perhaps Dabi had known at the time that you had found him attractive. The shaggy cut of his black hair somehow perfectly framed his face. Smooth skin contrasted so beautifully with his purple scarring that at times it had been all you could do not to reach out and touch him. His distinct smell was something that had brought you to relax on more stressful nights: smoke, mint, and metal.

And yet on this night, this particular, ill-fated night, you could smell a hint of sandalwood. Mixed with the rest of him, it reminded you of a campfire.

Comforting.

Your eyes had finally taken the moment to drink in the sight of him: clean clothes that fit him well enough to show off some of his shape but were loose enough to not pull at the piercings that decorated his body. Some necklaces that couldn’t have been cheap when it came to having the quirk he had. Rings decorated his fingers; those couldn’t have been cheap either. The same boots he always wore, but they fit with what he was going for.

You remembered clearly how your eyes had widened, how your cheeks had burned, how your heart had started pounding and how butterflies erupted in your belly when you realized that he’d been waiting for you. That he wanted something.

The way you had looked at him, really looked at him that night was all he had needed. Long, warm fingers had curled around your chin, mismatched lips sending shivers down your spine when he’d leaned in and kissed you. You’d been frozen at the time, eyes shut tight. You were both experienced, and inexperienced. You had never let anyone close enough to actually share your bed, but you had always been told you were a good kisser.

“Dabi,” he’d whispered the name into your mouth, letting it slip between the seam of your lips. His mouth was warm. His tongue was warm.

He was warm.

Your trembling fingers had slid into his hair as he had pressed himself closer to you. The night air coiled around your bodies.

His name slipped from you on quick breaths - and yours, from his. So foreign. So strange. You had felt him straining his hips into you, sending a current of unexpected heat to your core. You’d pressed your hands to his collar and pushed him back.

You had been afraid.

“It doesn’t bother you?” the question had left you before you could stop it. He’d been confused when you looked up at him, and so you felt the need to elaborate as you gestured to yourself, “my body. It doesn’t bother you?”

Dabi had scoffed in offense, and that little tiny wall that you were desperately trying to build for fear that he would be disgusted by what disgusted you every time you looked in the mirror, he had gestured to himself and asked, “it doesn’t bother you?”

You had decided that was a fair assessment. You had decided that your view of yourself didn’t matter as much as his view of you. You had pressed your keys into his hand and let him open the door, and he had wasted no time in shoving you up against the nearest wall before the door had a chance to swing shut behind him. His wiry limbs were deceptive in their strength.

Strong enough to pick you up. Strong enough to carry your weight.

After that he had been a frequent presence in your bed. Sometimes for his comfort. Sometimes for yours. Sometimes for both of you.

A couple months later - as you recalled, because you were still sitting on the floor of your suddenly overbearingly lonely apartment, staring blindly up at the ceiling - that had been the first time you’d used your quirk on him. End of your shift at the bar, taking home an almost empty bottle of vodka. A bottle that you’d swung without thinking across the back of a villain. You hadn’t been used to seeing Dabi on the receiving end of violence before. You’d acted out of instinct to protect him.

Presently, you barely managed a laugh, tracing your tongue over sharp canines. Perfect for tearing through flesh, and even bone if it was necessary.

At that time, Dabi hadn’t let you kill anyone. You baring your teeth and releasing a low, open-mouthed hiss bought him the two seconds he needed to ignite the people that had been attacking him. That was the first time Dabi had smelled so haunting. The touch of his hand had been hot enough that you had thought he was burning you as you raced with him through the alleys to get away from his attackers.

You’d never told him about your quirk, even when he had asked. The sight of him bleeding against your table had almost been too much. He’d noted how you breathed through your mouth, like a panting dog. You had made him sit at your table, and stunned him when you raked a sharp tooth over your wrist. Just a little, that’s all he would need.

“Drink up,” you’d told him, holding your wrist out for him. He’d stared at you like you were crazy. So you’d scowled, brought your wrist to your mouth and took a long sip. Then you’d fisted your hand tightly in his hair, pulled his head back, and smothered his mouth with yours. Dabi had tried to resist, body tense, wrapping a hand around your neck. You’d reached up to stroke your fingers along his throat until he finally swallowed. You’d felt him grimace at the taste.

“My blood heals,” you’d muttered against his lips. He’d made a sound.

“Coulda’ told me that, baby girl.”

You’d laughed, and supposed you could have. After an hour of cuddling on your couch, he’d refused to let you move until you told him the rest of the ins and outs of your quirk. Sanguisuge: a vampiric quirk. If you had gone through proper training, you would have been able to do a great deal more with it than you could do now.

That night had been the most you had ever heard him talk. His natural curiosity had him asking so, so many questions: could you turn into a bat? Could you turn into mist? Would you dissolve in running water? What else could your blood do? Could you manipulate it? Were you immune to the sun or could you go outside in it?

You’d answered him as best you could: yes, yes, no, only heal, no, yes and yes. You had a vampiric quirk, you weren’t literally a vampire.

“Did you want to suck my blood?” he’d finally asked. You’d laughed nervously, turning your head to the side, running your tongue anxiously over your lips. “That’s why you’d been breathing through your mouth, right, princess~?”

For the next three weeks after that, Dabi had intentionally exposed his neck to you, and not only when the two of you were alone. The throb of his pulse had made your teeth ache on all occasions. You’d finally given in when he’d enticed you to go to a bar with him, an impromptu date as he had called it. You’d shoved him up against the wall in a dark corner, sinking your teeth into his neck. He’d thrust his hand into your hair, long fingers coiling in your locks, little gasps brushing your ear.

Your name falling unbidden and desperate from his lips, a foreign tone for a man like him.

You’d brought a fierce blush to his unscarred skin when purple-blue flames danced beneath the palm you slid up his chest.

“You didn’t tell me that would happen,” Dabi had whispered, his breath hitching as you let your hand dance lower; down his chest, down his stomach, along the jut of his hip bone. You’d smiled at him.

“I don’t kiss and tell, D.”

The months had dragged on. You were more aware of what the League was all about now, having forced yourself to look into things. You cared about Dabi and more than anything, you desperately wanted to keep him safe.

And in the realm of his safety, you did a damn good job at keeping him safe on your own. Many nights you had laid together with him, sharing in his warmth, skin to skin while he smoked a cigarette and you drew love over his skin, listening to the steady beat of his heart. You had told him that he could just stay with you, and he had told you that he couldn’t abandon the League, or his desires.

“And that means you won’t abandon me, doesn’t it?”

He’d looked at you quizzically, and you’d laughed softly, pushing yourself up on your arms to press a line of kisses from his forehead to his lips.

“Because I’m one of your desires, D.”

“That you are, princess,” he’d said it on a half-laugh, a smirk spreading over his lips as he tangled his fingers in your hair, “that you are.”

A few weeks later, Dabi had tried.

He’d been especially rough that night, searing his hands into your thighs. Pressing you into the bed, sinking his teeth into your neck - you’d returned the favor, biting him back, drawing a moan from his lips as his body stuttered against you. Every part of you had fluttered around him, your arms pulling him close, legs hooked over his hips.

Like him, you were deceptively strong. You could tell at that time that he had been withdrawing, but you weren’t going to let him.

“Talk to me,” you had said, holding him fiercely to you after your bodies had been spent, “I know when something’s bothering you, Dabi.”

“There’s nothing to talk about, princess.”

“Liar,” you pressed your lips to his cheek, “liar, liar, pants on fire.”

At the time, it had drawn a snort of laughter out of him. He’d relaxed against you. Silence was a comfortable blanket coupled with your soft breaths.

“This is dangerous. I’m dangerous - to you, to me, to everything around me,” he admitted, “I should stop this. Whatever this is.”

“Dabi, giving up on his desires?” you gasped mockingly, “outrageous!!”

His fingers dug into your sides, and he finally looked at you. You could see the fear in his expression. Real fear. Dabi truly worried about your well-being, and what knowing him could mean for you.

“You don’t give up,” you had told him, cupping his face in your hands.

“I don’t.”

“So don’t give up.”

“I won’t.”

But here you were. Sitting alone on the floor of your apartment, numb and lonely as reality came rushing back to you. A desire that Dabi had chosen to abandon.

There was a lot of truth in the saying that every time you slept with someone, you gave them a piece of yourself. The only comfort you took in that was that for every piece of yourself you had given to Dabi, he had given a piece of himself to you.

For now, you let yourself accept it. There was no real emergency. You called your co-manager and told them that you needed to take the day to yourself, and that they should put you back on the afternoon shift while they were at it.

If you went in at night now, you’d be expecting Dabi. You didn’t want to expect him, and while you had come to enjoy the entertainment that came with the night shift regardless of Dabi’s presence, you would miss him. You knew yourself well enough to know that you needed to give yourself a little time to process that Dabi had decided to give up.

But after a week, you had enough. No more wallowing in whatever self-pity you had relegated yourself to. You weren’t pleased to admit that you had shed a few tears over a man that had made you feel like you finally meant something to someone.

Heavy steps led you storming to your room.

“You don’t get to run away from me,” you hissed to no one, grabbing your phone off the bedside table. For all the time that you and Dabi had spent together, you had never once exchanged numbers. It was too dangerous for you - and you had understood that.

You understood why he was giving you his number now: so that if you were in danger, or if there was an emergency as he had not so clearly written on his note a week ago, you could call him, and he could come rescue you. Maybe it was a ditch attempt of his to prop himself up as some kind of hero.

Dabi didn’t need to be a hero for you.

He didn’t need to be anything for you.

You put the number in your phone and hit dial, determination making your brows narrow in a way that anyone else would consider fury.

Dabi answered after the second ring, as if knowing it was you.

“Yeah?” he was walking down a hall, away from other voices.

“Hey,” you greeted, and immediately your throat tried to close up as tears fought bitterly to fall from your eyes. You kept your voice as level as you could, aggravated that your body would decide that now of all times was a great time to consider crying again, “this is an emergency.”

“What’s wrong, princess?” Dabi’s voice was a feeble whisper. He was somewhere he shouldn’t be talking to you. As much as he claimed he was a coward, here he was, taking risks.

Because it was you.

“You see, my heart’s been broken,” you began, and it was easier to say than greeting him had been, “and the only person who can fix it decided he was gonna’ leave me all by myself.”

“Don’t, don’t…”

You were unrelenting, even as tears slid down your cheeks and your voice wavered, “and the other problem is, he’s also the one that broke it.”

“C’mon, princess, don’t do this to me--” he rasped, “don’t fucking do this to me.”

Part of you wanted to be snarky. You wanted to snap back, point out to him that he couldn’t hide behind his mask of indifference or anger anymore, and especially not when it came to you. Because you knew him better than he wanted you to.

You took a steadying breath instead, brushing at your cheeks as you regained your composure:

“Could you come back and fix it?”

The silence on his end was broken by voices calling out to him - and then by the sound of his movement again as his quick footfalls implied that he still desired you enough to listen to the rest of what you had to say. You heard him open a door, and close it. The shift of fabric informed you he’d slid down the door.

“It’s okay if you’re a coward. I’m a coward too. I’m not asking you to come back right this second, because I know that’s not feasible. I know you’re busy, and that’s fine,” you took another shuddering breath, “but don’t run away from me. Don’t give up on us, even if all us ends up being is best friends who occasionally give each other orgasms.”

“Fine,” he hissed through clenched teeth, “you win. You fucking win, princess.”

“I didn’t realize we were playing a game,” you laughed wetly, having expected him to put up more of a fight about it than that, “I’m just being me.”

“But you know what you’re askin’ right, baby? You know what you’re askin’?”

“For you to come home, yes - at least every now and then. To let me take care of your hurts, because my quirk does a good job at that.”

“Goddamn it.”

“You don’t get to run away from me, Dabi. Coward or not. Dabi doesn���t abandon his desires,” you paused, “neither do I.”

“Stop using my own fucking words against me,” he growled, but you could hear the chuckle under it.

“Then stop giving me words to use against you,” you retorted, smiling, “now, go finish doing whatever it is that nasty villains like you get up to in your spare time.”

“After all this time, and you’re still gonna’ tell me you don’t know?”

“I mean I know you get up in me during some of your spare time, so there is that.”

“Fuck you,” he rasped. A door creaked. You could hear the heavy footfalls as he went on his way back to where he had been before you called him.

“I’ll be waiting.”

You left the conversation there.

Four days passed, Friday bleeding into Saturday. Clouds hung low in the sky, gray and plump with rain. You stared out over the city from your balcony, cup of coconut water in your hand.

There was an unexpected rap at your door. You narrowed your eyes at it, because very few people had your address… couldn’t be. Your feet led you to the door after you slide the one to your balcony shut.

You’d barely gotten it open before you were overwhelmed by Dabi’s familiar scent. He’d enveloped you completely in his arms, pulling you flush against him. You wrapped your arms tightly around him mere seconds later; picked him up, and made him chuckle endlessly as you spun on your heels and carried him down the hall.

You lay into him after flopping onto the bed with him, eager to do nothing more than savor his warmth.

“Were you waiting long?” he muttered, dancing his fingers along your spine. You nuzzled your nose against his neck if only to hear his breath shudder in anticipation. Your fangs ached to sink into his skin.

“I was waiting so long,” you sighed dramatically, “how dare you.”

Dabi’s hand crept into your hair, pressing your mouth against his neck, “missed this. Missed you.”

“And yet you still tried to run away from me.”

“Can’t blame me for getting cold feet, can you?” a cute whine escaped him as you grazed your canines along his pulse, “please, princess?”

You sunk your teeth into his neck, savoring his strangled gasp.

[oh-my-damn]

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Find my masterlist of work involving Astarion (BG3) below.

The Evils of Self-pleasure - Astarion x f!Tav/reader

After finding out that Shadowheart was forbidden to self-pleasure while worshipping Shar, Astarion has some amusing questions regarding your own thoughts on self-pleasure. 🔥💕

Cat Behavior - Astarion x f!Tav/reader

You've noticed certain behaviors in your vampire lover. And it's adorable. 💕

Sleepy Orange - Astarion x f!Tav/reader

You come back from a fight exhausted beyond belief. Astarion does his best to take care of you. Part of that includes peeling your orange. 💕

Internal Scars- Astarion x f!Tav/reader

You and Astarion spend the night together for the first time, but when he finds the concept of cuddling absolutely ludicrous, you finally start to crack the ice barrier that surrounds his heart. 🔥💕🥺

Reverie - Astarion x f!Tav/reader

You wake up to your lover having a nightmare. You do your best to soothe him afterwards, but Astarion knows the perfect way to distract himself from it, and it includes having your naked body under his – among other things. 🔥💕🥺

The Stranger - Chris Evans x OC [Ongoing, Wattpad book]

Amelia used to be very infatuated with Chris Evans when she was younger. When her best friend gets a movie role in the Marvel movies and works opposite Chris Evans, she finally gets the opportunity to meet him but is too afraid to. Meanwhile, a charming stranger contacts her on social media and she quickly falls head over heels for him without knowing who he is or what he looks like. 🔥💕🥺

PSA; I am no longer posting this story on Tumblr but you can find the rest on the attached link. Last part on here corresponds with chapter 76 on Wattpad; The Stranger - Chris Evans x OC.

Guilty Pleasures - Nomad!Steve x Stripper!reader [Oneshot]

A gorgeous, long haired, thick bearded blonde walks into your Saturday night shift at the club and turns your world upside down. 🔥

Ethereal - Neighbor!TWS!Steve Rogers x reader [Mini series]

When you move into your new apartment the last thing you'd expected was the greek god living next door to you. 💕🔥

A Brothers Promise - Stepbro!Steve Rogers x innocent!reader [Mini series]

Your stepbrother is the main character of your wet dreams, and has been for as long as you can remember. Little did you know, he felt the same way about you, and he's finally ready to break his promise and act on his urges. 🔥💕🥺 Part 1 Part 2

Philosophy 101 - Jock!Steve Rogers x Sassy!Tutor!reader [read on Wattpad]

You've always been the smart girl. Be it in school or in life, but especially when it came to boys. You always steered clear of them, knowing they were nothing but trouble. Until a blue-eyed, muscular blonde turns your life upside down, and makes you question everything you thought you knew.

Electric - Steve Rogers x OC x Bucky Barnes [Complete, Wattpad book]

21 year old Madeline is training to become an Avenger when she is invited by Tony Stark to stay at the Avengers compound. It is here she meets Steve Rogers for the first time and falls in love.. But the presence of Bucky Barnes quickly complicate things. 🔥💕🥺

Not all chapters are posted here as the book is 199 chapters (lol). Please find the full book on Wattpad; Electric - Steve Rogers x OC x Bucky Barnes.

Highways & Heatstrokes - Trucker!Ari Levinson x Hitchhiker!reader [Series, complete]

After running away from your small hometown you venture out into the vast landscape, in search of a better life in New York City. When you meet truck driver Ari Levinson at a gas station, he offers you a ride, promising to take you as far as he can. But when it inevitably becomes time to part ways, will you follow your head or your heart? 🔥💕🥺

Diplomatic Negotiations - Teacher!Ari Levinson x Student!reader [Series, ongoing]

Newly dumped and freshly fucked by a handsome stranger you met at a bar, you start your final year at college in high spirits. Only to realize that your new teacher in your Diplomatic Negotiations class, is none other than the guy you had an amazing one night stand with. 🔥💕🥺

Sweet Heartache - DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader [Series, ongoing]

You’re an intern at the DA’s office, finishing up your law degree on the side. When Andy Barber, the new DA, needs help to sort out a few overdue cases, it hurls you into his world, filled with conflicted feelings, emotions too deep to process, and heartache. 🔥💕🥺

Angel - Curtis Everett x Passenger!reader [Mini series]

You’d known about Curtis Everett since you were a teen. You’d heard the stories and for the longest time, you’d been scared of him. But as you grew, so did your feelings, and now, as a young adult, you are no longer able to hide your fascination with the intimidating leader of the tail-end on Snowpiercer. 🔥💕🥺

Sunshine - James Mace x Biologist!reader [Mini series]

Mace is the brooding, angry engineer onboard Icarus II. You’re the happy-go-lucky biologist, who just so happen to find him irresistible. Maybe it’s time you bring some sunshine into this broody engineer’s life. 🔥💕

Good Places in Boston - Bestfriend!Colin Shea x reader [Oneshot]

Your best friend and neighbor Colin comes to you in agony when it becomes a physical problem to think of you with anyone else. 💕🥺

Trucker!Lloyd Drabble 🔥

Drabbles/Requests

Mandy's Garden Party - 500 followers celebration

Dilf!Ari Levinson x Babysitter!reader

Stepdad!Andy Barber x Bratty!reader

Sizekink with Nomad Steve Rogers x Bratty!reader

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I managed to catch up with my work enough tonight to actually post something! I've not written a ton, just a few sentences a night. But here's some short bits. Ok, not really very short bits😆 :

Under the cut for length

From next year's COTTA contender, Baz POV:

Bunce sniffles hard, and swipes her arm across her eyes before nodding. “He was my best friend,” she says, her voice thick with more potential tears. “Or is, I suppose. It’s not like we had a friend breakup. But he moved away, a bit over two years ago. And he never called, or wrote.” She swipes at her eyes again. 

My heart aches for her. Whoever or whatever this boy is, he has a lot to answer for when I see him next. Who does that to a friend?

From my 2021 COTTA , Westward Son (help 😭), Shepard POV:

“What do you know of the trail ahead?” Baz asks. I can tell he’s striving to sound casual, like this news isn’t everything to us. We’ve lost time battling the demons, and the gruesome fate of the Donner party is constantly in our minds. 

The mustachioed Captain shakes his head solemnly. “It’s late for you to be heading west, I won’t lie to you, son. You’re looking at over two hundred miles just to get to the Blue Mountains, and then the crossing…” He shakes his head again. “You’ve got nigh unto 800 miles to Willamette valley and it’s nearly September. You’d probably be better off wintering here and trying again in the spring.”

I watch as my friends exchange glances. Then Baz (he’s apparently been designated the de facto leader of our little group. Henri’s English isn’t great, and Simon’s speaking isn’t good at the best of times) asks, “What of supplies? Are there supplies enough to support our group through to April?”

The Captain’s grim look answers for him.

From Raising Dragons, Chapter 8, Simon POV:

I’m nervous now, though. Things have gone well…but I’m not sure how he’d prefer to end the night. He and I are back home now, watching an old episode of The Great British Baking Show and I’m watching him while pretending not to watch him. There’s a particular thing he often does while watching telly, and I need him to do it so that I’ll have an excuse to suggest our next activity. 

So far, he’s just looking sleepy and content. Maybe I overdid it with taking him for Italian for dinner? Pasta does always make him sleepy. (And that old idea that vampires are repelled by garlic is bollocks; Baz inhales the stuff). 

But there! Baz stretches his neck and rolls it a bit from side to side; his tiny little tell that his muscles are stiff. He may be immune to germs, but he suffers as much as any human from sore muscles, and I kept him on the go all day today. 

“Sore?” I ask, striving to sound casual.

“Mmmhmm,” Baz hums. 

“Want a neck rub?” I offer, without looking up from the telly, so he’ll think that this isn’t at all premeditated. 

Baz turns to give me an unreadable look. I don’t look back. I pretend to be engrossed in watching Mary Berry eat yet more cake. 

“That’d be nice,” he says slowly. I nod, trying for nonchalance, and gesture for him to sit in front of me, between my spread legs. He complies.

And, SFW, but a hint at sexy times to come, from my Carry On Reverse Bang fic, Playing with Fire, Treading Thin Ice, here's some Simon fretting:

I’m eying the bed with a sense of unease. I’ve been wanting to have sex with Baz for weeks, and I think I pushed for an overnight getaway to psyche myself up for it. 

So, object achieved. Now if only I can keep my spark reined in long enough to consummate (heh) my goal…

The problem is, my spark seems as obsessed with Baz as I am. I’ve dated before, boys and girls, and it stayed firmly inside my skin the whole time. But all Baz has to do is touch me and it’s surging towards him like the tide. 

It's late, but I'll tag a few folks for Sunday:

@angelsfalling16, @bazzybelle, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @cutestkilla, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @ileadacharmedlife, @johnwgrey, @krisrix, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @urban-sith, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe