#i promise that i draw all of the band they're just sketches :(

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Here have some D-Day art of 2D cause I couldn't help myself

[deejadabbles]

Hiiii friend!! wanted to request a spooky prompt number 6 and 😈 with Fives please and thank you!!

Hello darling!! Thank you for sending this in, I was very inspired the moment I read it so I hope you enjoy this 🤩 This one also got a little ~heated~ since Fives had officially become one of my faves 😏

How to Summon A Demon Boyfriend (Demon!Fives x GN Reader)

Summary: There's no such thing as demons, they're just something to use for cheesy cautionary tales...Right? Rating: M (Minors DNI) Word Count: 1,813 Warnings: Crappy 'friends', small injury and mentions of blood, reader gets a big scare but it's fine in the end I promise, heavily suggestive content. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

You really needed to learn to say no sometimes.

Tonight was supposed to be the perfect chance to curl up on the couch in your favorite PJs and coziest blanket. Instead, you were freezing your ass off in a dark playground, pretending to summon a demon like some bored teenager. 

Cam and you weren’t even that close, just work buddies, but that little voice inside your head had been yelling too loud: 'he was really sweet and invited you! You have to go! It would be rude not to!' Now you were annoyed with every moment of this silly little seance.

“Alright, I think that should do it!” said the cute blonde girl, who you didn’t know before tonight. You didn’t know any of Cam’s friends, yet here you were with them. “I think it’s a good little summoning circle, if I do say so myself!” She beamed down at the chalk drawing she’d sketched onto the area usually reserved for hopscotch. 

Then another one of Cam’s friends, a young man with dark hair fit for a punk band, voiced your own thoughts, “This is stupid, what makes you think we can summon a demon from some random book you found in a second hand store?”

“Dude, I’m telling you, if anything’s the real deal, it’s this!” Cam insisted, cautiously taking the book from the blonde and flipping a page, “I mean, just look at this!” He tilted it towards you and the punk guy, “The ancient looking paper, the notes and stains- plus, the store owner said she got it from her friend when he died and that his family was into all kinds of strange occult shit.”

You would admit, it was a very convincing tome, even if the demon summoning was all fiction, the owner had put lots of work into its design. You reached out to touch the edge of the page, to see if it really did feel ancient, but just as you did Cam moved as well and a sharp pain seared through your finger tip.

With a loud hiss and a curse you pulled your hand back, clutching it close to your chest.

“Shit- sorry!” Cam said, “Paper cut?”

“Yeah,” you muttered, taking a tentative peak at the now throbbing finger. It was leaking red, the skin around it looking angry, and you noticed part of the offending page was now stained with your blood too. Well, at least it added to the book’s authentic aesthetic. 

“Wow, didn’t know we’d be making blood sacrifices tonight,” the blonde said with a laugh.

“Happy to contribute,” was your sarcastic reply as you tried to soothe the throbbing. “Next time I-”

“Uh, guys!” Cam’s eyes were wide as he looked down at the book, “The words are glowing!” Then he let out a high pitched yelp, and dropped the book as if it had burned him.

With a loud thud, it landed on the summoning circle and that’s when you saw that the curving calligraphy on the pages were indeed glowing! Not only that, but the moment it touched the chalked symbols, the ground below you started to rumble unlike any earthquake you had ever seen.

Cam and blondie yelped as they fell to the ground together, you not keeping your balance for much longer, and punk kid only staying upright when he threw himself on a picnic table.

“What the hell is happening?!” the girl yelled, pulling the hood of her jacket up as if that would shield her from the horrors unfolding.

“You’re the ones who wanted to summon a demon!” Punk shouted, looking pale and ready to hurl as the ground continued to shake.

Then, within the circle, the already cracked and worn cement split apart. Chunks of it flew as old compacted dirt from beneath surged to the surface, making way for something else.

It wasn’t a man- “man” didn’t begin to describe it. Clawed hands reached towards the sky, lifting above a head of dark curls that did little to hide two large horns. Dark skin around tight muscles that flexed as he rose up from the earth, a bare chest with marks that might have been tattoos, and a blue kilt of some sort that made room for a swaying tail.

Paralyzed on the ground as you were, all you could do was watch with wide eyes as the demon stretched, and let out a roar of a yawn as if waking from a deep sleep. Then his eyes flashed open, revealing deep brown irises rimmed in red.

He scanned them over your little petrified group and, for some reason, your stunned brain noticed the dumbest little detail. 'Oh, he has a number five tattooed on his forehead. Wonder what that means'.

That’s when the demon pulled his lips back in a dastardly grin, revealing large fangs surely made to rip apart human flesh.

“Run,” he growled.

Somebody screamed. Someone else cried some sort of plea. But you couldn’t say anything, all noise dying in your throat as you rolled over and tried to scramble to your feet. Just as you started to, someone (Cam?) knocked into you and sent you tumbling back to the dirt painfully. Footsteps thundered around you and, looking up, you realized that the other three were already disappearing into the darkness as they ran, leaving you behind.

“Wait-” the pleading call was lost in the wind, just as something behind you took a loud step closer.

Somehow your brain was going a mile a minute and not thinking anything at all as you became painfully aware of the large, looming presence closing in on you. Body unable to move from fear, all you could do was listen as the demon let out a low, deep chuckle.

“Some friends you have,” he purred. “Leaving you here.” Something brushed along your back. “All alone.” Leaves rustled as he knelt above you. “With me.” Hot breath fanned against your ear.

A noise very close to a squeal left you as a hand grabbed your shoulder and rolled you over onto your back. You were face to face with the demon now, his arms caging you in on either side, his face hovering over yours, and still sporting that hungry grin as his dark eyes looked you over slowly.

“P-please don’t kill me,” it came out as little more than a wheeze, but at least you managed to say something.

That’s when those brilliant eyes snapped back to yours. There was a heartbeat of silence in which you went through a thousand different ‘this is the end’ scenarios in your head-

But then, the demon threw his head back and laughed!

It wasn’t a sinister, cruel laugh either. Instead it was light and, dare you say, joyful. The kind of laugh a loved one would make after you mentioned some inside joke or another. His broad shoulders shook and that tail of his swished behind him in a way that reminded you of a cat ready to play.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he gasped between laughs, “I didn’t mean to scare you that bad!” He leaned back some then, as if to give you some air, though his arms were still on either side of you. “See, that’s just a little act I do to give you humans a scare.” This time, the grin he flashed was playful and a little lopsided. “You have to admit, you kind of deserve it for yanking me out of my cozy little dimension. It’s a little annoying when you don’t expect to be summoned.”

You opened your mouth, now stunned in a completely different way, but no sound was ready to come out yet, apparently.

That didn’t deter the demon, though, his eyes searched your face when he said, “Course, I did want to scare off the others. Groups are always more annoying, and I kinda liked the idea of having you to myself once I saw how cute you are.”

The unexpected statement caused you to come back down from your fearful high a little. You blinked a few times, then found it in yourself to look him in the eyes more directly. You managed to stutter out a “Wha-what?”

The demon laughed again, a shorter one this time, “Wow, I really must have done a number on you, I’m sorry, mesh’la.” He held up a hand, though the black claws at his fingertips almost made you flinch. “I swear, I’m not going to kill you. Even if I was that type of demon, there’s no challenge in killing humans,” he winked, “you’re too soft and supple.”

Heat took over your face and you weren’t sure if it was annoyance, embarrassment, or something else. Probably a cocktail of the three. After a deep, steadying breath, you finally managed to say something more than a strangled noise or single word.

“So, you’re some kind of good demon?”

He shrugged those naked, now very distracting, shoulders. “Something like that. Mostly, I’m just here to fulfill whatever contract you want from me.”

“M-Me?”

“Yup.”

“Why me?”

The demon looked down at you with something…interesting in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite place even though his expression was still light. His hand slid down the ground beside your prone body, until it reached your wrist. He grasped it gently, lifting it to show off your still sore cut.

“Because your blood summoned me. You’re the one I’m bound to, sweetheart.”

Keeping his eyes on yours, he brought your finger to his mouth and closed his lips around the bleeding cut. You found yourself breathless again as a wet tongue ran over the little injury, soothing the ache in a way you didn’t expect.

He pulled your finger out of his mouth with a little pop, then turned that fang flashing smirk on you again. “See, you summoned me, now we make some sort of deal, a contract. You give me something and I give you something in return.” He placed your hand on his naked chest so he could pin his own by your head again. “Name’s Fives, by the way, and you are?”

After swallowing the sudden lump in your throat and not feeling any more calm after doing it, you introduced yourself in the firmest tone you could muster. The demon- Fives, repeated your name slowly, and you could see his tongue tasting every letter of it.

“Hm, I like that name,” he said and again, you caught a glimpse of the spade-tipped tail flicking at his back. 

You must have been more distracted by it than you realized, because he brushed the back of a claw down your cheek, before taking your chin in a firm grip to force your eyes back on his. When you did, his gaze seemed just a little darker.

“So, darling, what kind of deal do you want to make with me?”

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Andy Beirsack x f!reader

Trigger warning: self-harm, child abandonment mentioned.

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Do you ever feel like you're invisible?. Like nobody cares about you? I do

I turned sixteen last month, and my parents kicked me out of the house. They hated how I dress and the music I listen to. They always called me a loser, a mistake, a waste of space.

I have no other family, no where else to go. I ended up at my best friend, Andy's house. His parents were always nice to me, they took me in without question. And even though they treat me like a daughter, I still feel alone sometimes. I have no other friends at school, just Andy. Well, I do have one other friend, it's metal, sharp, shiny and always here when I need it.

Today, was just like all the other days at school. The other girls pick on me about my goth/emo clothes or about my weight. I never thought of my self as fat, Andy always says I'm  too skinny, but maybe he's wrong....I mean who would know better than the popular girls right. 

As soon as I walk in the house, I run straight to my room, pulling my shiny friend from its hiding spot, and hold it up to the light.

" maybe I shouldn't, I promised Andy I would stop" I whisper to myself before putting it back. I begin my homework and then decide to work on some sketches. Drawing always helps me.

 " Y/N, Andy, dinner time!" Andy's mom, Amy calls out to us. We both leave our rooms together, meeting in the hall. He pulls me in for a hug, asking about my day. He's known about the bullies, but I told him they stopped. I simply smile and say it was fine before following him down the stairs.

Dinner was pretty uneventful, just eating and the occasional questions about school, Andy's band, and my art. My parents never cared enough about me to have dinner together, much less ask about my drawings. I'm very greatful to Andy's parents for showing interest, and it's not even fake, I can tell they really care.

After dinner, Chris and Amy go out for awhile, leaving us home alone. Andy knocks on my door and invites me downstairs to watch Batman. I accept, happy to push the events of school out of my head for awhile.

While on the couch, about halfway through the movie, Andy pulls out my sketchbook. " these are really good, Y/N". "No they're not. Don't look at those" I say, yanking the book from his hands. " I'm serious, you should do something with that talent." He says seriously. He pauses the movie and turns to face me. " well, i kinda want to be a tattoo artist. but for who? No one likes my art." I confess. " I do, and others would too, if you showed off a little " he stated. " to who? No one cares about me,kids at school hate me, even my own parents called me a worthless waste of space." I say as tears threaten to fall, I stand up and run to my room.

I hear his boots thundering up the stairs as I reach for my metal friend and touching it to my skin. But before I could move the blade, Andy knocks it from my hand, causing it to clank onto the floor." Stop that, please" he says softly, grabbing hold of my wrist." I can't stop Andy, it's the only thing that helps"  I choke out through my tears that are pouring out now. He wraps his arms around me, allowing me to cry into his chest. " Y/N, the next time you want to do this, cut me instead" "what? No, I can't hurt you like that" " but you do. Every time you hurt yourself, you hurt me" he says while tears start to seep from his eyes.

" the pain helps me forget" I state sadly, moving to sit on my bed. " forget what? " he ask, sitting down next to me." Everything. My life, my parents. Not being loved"

His eyes widen in pure shock. " stop right there, y/n, you are loved " " by who" I ask looking deep into his eyes. " by me, don't you see, you're more than a friend to me. I love you, Y/N"  " really?" "Yes" he  whispers before leaning close and connecting his lips with mine.

" I love you too, Andy " I whisper back. Before he gently pushes me onto my back. " I will show you that you are loved" he says before climbing on top of me and kissing my lips again.

I'm not invisible after all.

[bellarkeselection]

Hello! I saw that your request is open for Tony Stark. Do you think you could write Tony x reader wherein they're married and got into their first fight as married couple?

Emotional Fight

"Anthony Stark what the hell we're you thinking!" I shout through his lab seeing him removing a banged up iron man suit glancing over his shoulder at me. He sits down on a rolling chair seeing anger written on my face. "Look I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the attack on New York. I just-" I cut him crossing my arms over my chest angrily. "You promised no lies." He bends his head down running his hands through his hair, his wedding band reflected under the bright lights. We've been married for a couple years now and have never had one single fight throughout our whole relationship...until today that is at least.

He leans his back against the messy work table of his still not saying anything. "You just gonna sit there like a bump on a log or are you gonna give me a dang explanation Stark!" I raise my voice stomping up closer to him. When we first started dating he promised to tell me everything. He immediately told me he was Iron Man and gave me time to pack up and leave him. If I felt in danger or his crazy schedule became too much for me. A small town girl from the countryside who loves to sketch things in her notebook. By some crazy metrical we ended up meeting in a coffee shop near Stark tower. But broke his promise to me and I had to find out from his assistant Pepper who he called on the private jet because he was crunched for time.

"You're right I should've called you during the battle of New York. I just thought - I didn't think I could hear you sobbing through the phone when I flew into a space portal..." He sighs heavily finally looking me in the eyes. Baring my teeth I glared down at my wedding ring that he had gotten from my grandmother knowing I was really close with her before she passed away. "And in that genius head of yours you somehow thought not letting me talk to you one last time. In case you died wasn't the right thing to do!" Tony slowly gets up trying to walk to me but I hold my hands backing out of his lab, tears falling from my face. "I can't stay with someone who lies to me...goodbye Tony."

Tony grips his hair in frustration feeling tears slip from his eyes seeing you walk away. He knew he needed to fix this. He also knew he shouldn't have lied and said he tried to call you but you didn't answer. Instead the truth was he called Pepper because he was horrified he'd never see, hear or get to kiss you again. So he just didn't call you because of the horrible thought. Lightly sobbing I headed for the only place I knew I'd feel safe even before I met the love of my life. Plopping down on one of the coffee shop chairs I ordered a big hot chocolate not wanting to drown my emotions with alcohol. Opening my schetchpad I see hearts with our intials written down. Grabbing a pencil I aggressively mark them out releasing more tears at the same time until the shops little bell rings.

"Escuse me, could I please have a moment alone with her?' My husband asked the waitress coming to check on me. He sits in the chair across from me, hands intertwined together on the table. "You shouldn't have followed me Stark. There's nothing you can say-" He cuts me off snatching my pencil as I nearly stabbed a drawing of him in my book. "Y/n lisen to me please..." Glaring at him I bawl my hands into fists. "Look I know I screwed up and all. But I love you. I always will and-" I cut him off flipping my hair from my eyes with a sarcastic tone, sniffling from still slightly crying. "You'll never give up will you!" He shakes his head resting his freehand to my cheek, staring deeply into my eyes. Forget it, I'm done. "Not when it comes to you...so what do you say honey, do you forgive me?"

Comments really appreciated 😊

[justtothesea]

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