#i thought of this in just like. 10 minutes.

[invoncible]

RUNNING INTO INVINCIBLE VARIANTS DURING THE WAR ft. mohawk!mark, viltrumite!mark, nogoggles!mark w/ gn!reader

— you were special to them, in another universe... — in which reader is not with the mark in the main universe, but has history w/ the other variants

the news said to stay inside. couldn't they have broadcast just 10 minutes earlier when you weren't in your car on the way to work? heroes resembling invincible were wrecking cities and taking lives left and right, and you were stuck in a traffic jam, trucks and vans crammed against your doors.

you climbed over the center console into the backseat, squeaking in surprise when the car rocked you off balance. some idiot decided to bulldoze through the traffic carelessly.

"fuck." you cursed, hurriedly opening the sunroof, climbing out and sliding down the hood. unfortunately for you, before you could even get off your car, you were stopped by—

MOHAWK!MARK

a joyful whoop made your head snap towards the incoming missile bulldozing through the congested traffic, trampling cars, snapping bodies in half, toppling buildings over onto the highway.

he flew right past you, bumping your car over to the side. your eyes were stuck on the building that was teetering closer and closer to tipping over. the resonating crrrreak sealed your fate as it came crashing down—

this is how i die. you let your eyes fall shut.

they were promptly forced open a second later when invincible crashed into your stomach, throwing you over his shoulders as he bolted out of the area of impact.

"holy shit!" he stopped in the air, holding you up proudly. "y/n!"

"wait!" you gripped him tightly, nails digging into his skin. you coughed when the dust plumed upwards, the fallen building settling against the broken road.

he hissed at the sensation but laughed; laughed like he was a kid in a candy store. "don't worry, i won't drop you. you trust me, don't you?"

"i..." you gasped, catching your breath as you studied him. he looked crazy, but after what he just did, looks wasn't where the insanity stopped. "i don't know who you are."

he frowned momentarily, holding you against him by your waist. "really? this world's me is lamer than i thought. i mean, look at you." he leaned in close, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "you smell the same. god, i missed this." he inhaled deeply, crushing you in his embrace.

you flattened your hands against his chest and pushed him back a little. "what are you—?"

"hey. i saved you. can a guy get a thank you?" he playfully scolded you, but with him, you couldn't tell if he was actually joking or not.

your eyes trailed over the calamity beneath you. thank you? as bewildered as you were, you played into his hands.

"thank you," you mumbled, a small smile spreading on your lips for good measure.

"you're welcome." he grinned, flying over to the top of an untouched building and setting you gently on the roof's surface. you stumbled onto the concrete until his hand steadied you.

"you say you don't know me. but i know you. and we are so good together, baby." mark said softly, backing you onto a wall. for all the blood on his suit, he handled you so gently. "what d'you say? let's get reacquainted."

VILTRUMITE!MARK

your breath caught in your chest as mark shot down from the sky, sending ripples through the asphalt road. you screamed as your vehicle floated in the air for a split second, enough time for your heart to skip a few beats too many.

mark sped over to you, stopping abruptly right in front of your car. the impact of his sonic boom made your car shoot backwards, sending your back into the windshield mirror with such a force that the glass broke under you.

you didn't even have time to blink before he grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards him, dangling you in front of him like a child inspecting a toy.

"you look just like them." he mumbled under his breath, brown eyes narrowing.

you just stared at him dumbly, horrified by the splatters of blood over his otherwise pristine white uniform.

in stark contrast to the barbaric way he introduced himself, he collected you in his arms and floated away from the disaster on the ground.

"wait—" you protested weakly, but he cradled you closer to his chest.

"dad said you'd come around. that after we took over the planet, i could keep you and you'd eventually stop fighting me." he sighed, heavy. "my mother did. she eventually stopped fighting my dad."

your eyes were wide and vulnerable, unable to tear away from who could be your murderer. what was he talking about?

his grip tightens involuntarily. his jaw clenches. why aren’t you reacting the way you should?

"don't you recognize me? or does the invincible of this world direct his... affection somewhere else?"

mark can feel himself getting frustrated by the look of confusion on your face. you didn't recognize him and it makes him want to kill the invincible of this world even more.

on his world he went to earth to conquer it by his father's side. he didn't expect to ... fall in love with you. love is what his father told him he was feeling, a human emotion that he could only have for something small and harmless. like a pet.

"mother will like you," he muses to himself. "it's been a while since she's seen someone from her home."

"i don't—"

"shhh." he softened as he looked at you, a ghost of a smile on his face. "i'll take care of you like i promised. it'll be just like before. we'll be so happy together. right?"

something told you to nod your head if you wanted to live.

NOGOGGLES!MARK

"boo!" mark touched down right in front of your car, a wild grin plastered on his face. this bitch looked insane, the wide-eyed delight he had on his face from causing the carnage around him.

you screamed and slapped him impulsively, a loud crack echoing around you. oh fuck. holy shit, i am so dead.

but he laughed. he giggled all giddy and massaged his jaw. "holy shit, you've got a good arm on you. do it again."

"huh?" you spluttered, scrambling up the hood of your car away from him.

"wait," he frowned, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back down the windshield. "i said do it again."

as frightened and perplexed as you were, you couldn't stop your mouth from running. "you... want me to hit you?" what the fuck?

"i'm not gonna ask again." his eye twitched imperceptibly. "c'mon, give it your best shot. it'll be fun!"

when you continued to hesitate, he jerked forward. you flinched, sending your knee into his nose.

"haha!" he beamed, swiping at the trail of blood underneath his nose. "this is more fun than the heroes. you're so..." he gripped your shoulders, squeezing experimentally. "small but—"

your hands curl around his biceps in an attempt to deter him, your nails digging through his suit. he hissed, clicking his tongue as he laughed lowly.

"ughh it sucks that i've gotta go kill some heroes now..." he said under his breath, unmoving as you squirmed against him.

mark leaned back, stretching his arms like he hadn't just been breathing down your neck. "you're lucky I'm in a good mood." he tilted his head, as if reconsidering. "or maybe you’re unlucky. guess we’ll see, huh?" he huffed a laugh, his expression wild.

he took your hand gently, almost sweet, lifting it up and pressing your knuckles against his bruised jaw.

"go on," he whispered. "give me one more for the road?"

© invoncible

[facets-and-rainbows]

Blue Exorcist Character Guidebook 2: Mephisto

Info on Mephisto from the new guidebook! Each character has a profile followed by relevant questions from fans, and then there's an interview section later where Kazue Katoh gives commentary on each major character and each manga arc. I have more guidebook than time, so I'm skipping the parts that are just like...summarizing who he is and stuff. So this will mostly be fan questions and Katoh's commentary

Biographical info

Gender: Male Age: (°w°) Rank/Titles: Director of True Cross Academy and head of the exorcism cram school, Honorary Knight for the Knights of the True Cross, King of Time Anniversary [T/N Katoh gives demons these in lieu of a birthday]: August 28 Blood type: ( ʹ - ʼ ) Height: 195 cm (184 cm without the "horn") Weight: 74 kg Skills and interests: movies, manga, anime, games, music, toys, miscellaneous subcultures

Fan Q&A

How do members of the Knights of the True Cross usually find out that Mephisto is a demon king?

I think some people might find out from books, the internet, etc even before they become exorcists. They do publish demon field guides that you can find at regular libraries, and Mephisto seems like the type to mention it in online interviews. Rin was the only one who didn't know.

How long has he had his current body?

About 200 years.

Which media from Assiah has had the greatest impact on him?

I imagine he would have been shocked the first time he saw a cinematograph.

Mephisto really likes all sorts of entertainment; has he ever tried making something himself?

Demons in general (not just Mephisto) tend to be bad at creative pursuits, though there are exceptions. Mephisto has a certain respect for human creativity.

Why is he so fond of Beelzebub?

Beelzebub just kind of struck a chord with him. Meanwhile, Beelzebub also likes being spoiled by Mephisto.

Which other demon kings get along with Mephisto the best?

In order: 1. Beelzebub 2. Amaimon 3. Egyn 4. Astaroth 5. Iblis 6. Lucifer [T/N it took me like an entire minute to work out that Azazel is the one missing from this list. Presumably because he's a rock]

Has Mephisto ever altered the past?

He sure does say a lot of things that imply that! [T/N: Katoh. Katoh. Katoh.]

How rich is Mephisto exactly?

He's actually one of the world's top businessmen and investors. His total assets are probably over one trillion yen [T/N: Jesus f*ck][T/N: that's about US$6.7 billion]

Author interview

Mephisto is a character who can solve just about anything; does that make him hard to write? Honestly, he's super easy to deploy. Mephisto has the plot in the palm of his hand and can fix stuff behind the scenes; he's the one pulling the strings. For adaptations and spinoffs, I just say "if you need to fill in a plot hole, make it Mephisto's fault" (laughs). But I do think it's dangerous to overdo it.

He even took on a sort of narrator role in chapter 44, didn't he? Around Volume 10, I was trying to treat each chapter like its own self-contained oneshot. Mephisto didn't even feel out of place as an omniscient narrator for one chapter, and for me that really drove home what a convenient character he is. Though I'm always wondering when and how to show Mephisto's own serious motives and inner thoughts, since he does fall into that eternal comic narrator role.

He can suddenly turn terrifying just when you were thinking he was comical. Hidden depths. Fundamentally he's on the humans' side, and he's often in charge of comic relief, but I do want to show his demonic side too. Same with the familiars; I want to portray the demons as something humans are afraid of.

[lilybug-02]

Thoughts on Animation vs Addictions?

This is a scary ask. I literally just watched the video 10 minutes ago.

Very good :) I like that Alan and his team are exploring other types of animation themes that they wanna do. It’s evident in his most recent works and I’m happy for them :) 🩷

[trust-my-glorious-purpose]

Loki felt like he was being kept in a state of suspense, never quite knowing what Rumlow was going to do next. He became even more perplexed when the Commander pulled away and signaled for him to follow. After a quick moment to pull himself together, he did follow, spooking slightly at the icy-eyed stare down from the Winter Soldier. As he passed by, he glanced at the gun the man held and then the metal arm, taking note of both things as Rumlow told him he had nothing to worry about.

He wanted to ask what had happened to the solider's arm, but thought better of it. If it were important enough, Rumlow would tell him. He followed the Commander into the showers, something at the back of his mind warning him that he wasn't safe here. He tried to push it all away and just focus on what Rumlow was saying to him. Loki grabbed the bar of soap, holding it at his side. "I remember." He replied, turning towards one of the showers. He turned the handle and let the water start to pour out from the shower head. The water was set to barely lukewarm, not because Loki wanted it there, but because it was what had been expected of him the last time he was brought in here by some techs.

He removed his shorts, leaving himself fully bared before he stood underneath the spray of water. The way he cleaned himself was quite clinical, not taking a moment to enjoy the luxury of finally scrubbing off all the dirt and old blood. He worked efficiently, turning the water off not more than 10 minutes later. It would have been quicker if he hadn't had to work off all the dried blood and whatever other messes had been left on him. He turned back to Rumlow, standing before the him, waiting to be given the towel the man had grabbed from the lockers earlier.

"They don't know you're awake yet. Stay down."

Loki had briefly started to sit up, but the harshly growled whisper to stay down kept him in his place. He was all for keeping himself alive and safe and if this man's tone was anything to go off of, it would serve him well to listen. His green eyes were focused intensely on the man next to him, "Who is 'they' and why are you helping me?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper to avoid arousing the attention of the other people in the room.

@kingcrossbones

[cuteandhughesy]

Wait if your still doing your 1000 special could I get 4. Voice notes they send you with Jarvis? I feel like they would be so funny and random but also very loving 💕 congrats btw

vol 2 prompt no. 4: voice notes they send you

very soon after getting into a relationship with seth jarvis, you learned he wasn’t a big texter. it made sense—he was always busy at the rink or gym, and most of the time was too busy to take the time to sit and respond to a variety of questions and messages from multiple people.

but, he never wanted to leave you hanging. instead of texting you, seth was favourable to sending voice notes. and let’s just say 9 times out out 10, they were nothing but utter nonsense.

one: i saw this uhm.. (a pause while the sound of gym equipment echos in the background) toy on amazon this morning, and I think echo would really like it. it’s got this like furry tail and it zips around all by itself. anyways, didn’t want to forgot so thought i’d shoot you a message. OH, and also let’s have fish tacos for dinner

two: svechy just tried to tell me white chocolate was better than milk chocolate. can you fucking believe that baby?

three: I think we should get a couple goldfish

other time though, seth was more sincere and gentle with his voice notes. usually after a rough game, half way across the country—sitting in some hotel bed with his voice tucked next to his head on the pillow. talking to you through a voice note like you’re there with him.

four: hey honey, I know you probably watched the game tonight and saw that hit. I also know you’re probably worried but i’m okay. I stared at a picture of you and instantly became healed (you can hear his boyish smirk) anyways, you’re probably sleeping but just wanted to say I love you and miss you and—(voice note ends as andrei throws a pillow at him)

five: I was thinking when I get back from the roady that we should check out one of the new places downtown. I need to spend some time with my girl. are you feeling more italian or something different?

six: they’re playing reruns of friends on the hotel tv, and it made me think of you.

seven: got those goals for you baby (winks even though you can’t see him)

and then sometimes he’s just a little shit with his voice notes. and you’d never admit it though, but they’re usually you’re favourites—because they’re just so seth.

eight: babe, you left your bra at my place (teammates whistling loudly in the background, teasing him) just wanted to let you know. I know it’s your favourite. see you later

nine: i’m so fucking hard right now babe. I can’t wait to get home and fuck you

ten: have you heard that new drake song? shots kinda tough

eleven: can you come open your door? i’ll be there in 2 minutes and i’ve got dinner and flowers

—

(unedited)

[fixated-cookies]

Idk why but I NEED Burning Spice cookie hcs… Something about him, literally anything…. Maybe some just general hcs and nsfw hcs?

Headcanons hmmm I like to think even though his quite literally embodies spice, spicy foods isn't actually his favorite, sure he'll eat them, but he prefers smoky foods with a rich/umami taste, like grilled vegetables or anything cooked over an open flamed. while sealed in the silver tree, he must've been seething with frustration and boredom (obviously) but it was to the point where I think it ended up doing more damage to him psychologically then if he never gotten sealed up in the first place. At first, he probably raged, but as the centuries dragged on, he had nothing but his own thoughts. His long hair is soft, unreasonably so. It doesn't tangle easily and almost eye-catching. He probably uses olaplex shampoo lol.

He doesn't cuss. ever. Have you heard that mans vocabulary? He's like a second Shakespearean, he doesn't need to cuss.He speaks with this grand, dramatic, almost poetic cadence, like a warlord who’s read too much epic literature. He probably insults people in ways so complex they don't even realize they've been insulted until five minutes later. He's actually not as loud as you think he is. His calm voice is more than enough to command attention, though, yes he can be boisterous he can also be intimidatingly quiet

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mdni

His sex drive isn't too high, at least not as charged as Shadow Milk's. He gets bored easily, I think in the beginning it would have been exciting but now its fleeting, predictable, and boring.If he were to indulge, it would have to be intense, consuming, and unpredictable—otherwise, he’d just move on

His dick is thick, your hand isn't enough to grasp the circumference all the way around. It's long too, considering how tall he is, its guaranteed to be over 10 inches. His veins are prominent and angry. The tip is bulbous but the lower base of his cock is most sensitive. If you were to give a hand job, stay near the bottom and massage if you want the most reactions out of him

His moans are deep and rumble against you, raw, gravelly edge in his voice would only intensifies when he lets out a sound.

This one may be the most obvious, but he enjoys power play; He doesn’t dominate with brute force alone; he plays a mind game, making others submit willingly to his overwhelming presence. He speaks in a low, commanding tone, making it impossible to disobey.

If he were to become interested in someone, sex would be almost teasing. He’s slow, deliberate, and relentless—never rushing, always dragging things out just to watch someone squirm. He enjoys seeing someone fight against their own reactions before finally giving in. Soft sex is nice but boring, and rough sex even more so. To him its not about the softness or the roughness but the intensity of the emotions, the aching, the yearning. He needs something intimate. yes, that is how you keep his attention. "You say you can handle me? Hah. Brave words. But I wonder… will you still be saying that when you’re gasping for breath?"

[morgana-larkin]

Alright, here's the next part of Just Tired and of course it ends on a big cliffhanger. Also I know what you're thinking, did I get distracted by the gif for 5 minutes? The answer is yes. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I posted the first chapter of Worth It exactly a year ago, today and made a little thank you message that you can read here.

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Just Tired - Part 28

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship (Mentioned), Smut, cliffhanger

Words: 4.5k

Melissa ends up directing you to a deli where she orders two Italian hoagies for you both where Barb and Gerald also join. You’re all sitting on a picnic bench outside at a park that was near all eating your hoagies.

“So Melissa, now you’re gonna have the house back, getting some money from him and he can’t ever go near you unless he wants to get arrested. How does that feel?” You ask her and she smiles.

“It feels really good. I never thought how fast my life can change in two months but I’ve honestly never been happier. I mean 2 months ago I was in a manipulative relationship, unhappy without knowing why, didn’t know I could be into women, haven’t had much fun, as well as the sex was terrible.” She says and Barb chokes a bit on her drink at the last part.

“Oh come on Barb, don’t tell me you’re a prude.” You tell her.

“I’m not a prude, I’m a woman of god.” Barb tells you proudly.

“Isn’t that the same thing?” You ask and Melissa starts laughing.

“Melissa is religious as well.” Barb points out.

“Melissa doesn’t consider herself a woman of god. Also she’s Sicilian so I don’t think anything phases her anymore.” You counter.

“That’s a good point.” Melissa says and then she continues eating her hoagie.

“How was last night at the karaoke place?” Gerald asks you both.

“Melissa made out with a psycho.” You tell them and Melissa looks at you with an amused expression as she tries not to laugh.

“Well I guess that’s one way to describe it.” Melissa says. 

“That’s the only way to describe it.” You counter and Melissa chuckles.

“I didn’t know she was a psycho until Y/n told me as she got warned by the bartender who you’re also going out with next weekend.” Melissa explains.

“She came onto me after we crushed that ABBA song.” You say. “And yes she warned me about Wendy.”

“So is everyone excited about Halloween tomorrow?” Barb asks and you shake your head.

“I don’t know if I’ll survive Melissa’s costume.” You confess and Melissa is smiling.

“You won’t.” Melissa simply says and takes a proud bite of her hoagie.

“Well I don’t see how anyone would survive a hot redhead dressing up as Mera.” You tell her and Melissa just shrugs.

“You’ll have to see me from across the hall all day.” Melissa teases you and you groan. “And I’ll make sure to keep my door open all day.”

“What if I close my door?”

“Be real, for whatever odd reason you never close your door.”

“I want to be welcoming to anyone.” You say.

“Hon, if people at school don’t already know that then they haven’t been paying attention to you.” Melissa tells you and you shrug.

“Unlike you, most teachers haven’t been paying attention to me and the 20 other newbies that started this year.”

“I normally don’t pay attention to newbies but you just didn’t care and kept trying. How many of you newbies are left anyway?” She asks and you count.

“Well about 8 left already.” You say and she hums.

“Not surprising.” She says.

“Is that why you didn’t want to talk to me? Thought I’d leave?” You ask her and she nods.

“You seem too positive to last here but I could be wrong.” She tells you.

“I’m not as positive as Janine though, she’s more positive than I am.” 

“Thank god you’re not that annoying.” She says and then takes the last bit of her hoagie. “I don’t know how you stand, not just Janine, but Jacob as well.” She tells you as she cleans her hands with a napkin.

“They actually have pretty interesting conversations.” You tell her and she hums.

“If you say so.” She tells you and you roll your eyes before you finish your hoagie.

Half an hour later Barb and Gerald take Melissa home so everyone can get ready for the work week. When you’re getting into bed, your phone gets a notification and you look at it to see Melissa texted you.

Melissa: I really want to thank you as you helped me win 

You: It’s not a problem, I love that you got your freedom

You text her that before you put your head on your pillow and you’re out like a light. 

The next morning Melissa wakes up with a big smile on her face. She’s breaking free from her manipulative husband, she’s getting the house, and money from him and she has you to thank for it. She then frowns when she remembers that she’s fallen for you and she does want to be with you but the idea of being in a relationship already terrifies her.

“Hey everyone.” You say as you walk in the break room. Melissa then walks in the break room and your mouth goes dry. There she is in the green bodysuit and her hair has looser curls then it usually has with the little crown on. She also did her makeup the same way as they did for Amber Heard and your eyes trail up and down her body. 

“Hey hon.” She tells you.

“Wow.” You say and she smiles.

“Shamelessly checking me out, hon?” She whispers to you and you nod. “Check me out all you want.” She tells you and your eyes trail down to her chest where they’re only half covered.

“And you were worried my costume was going to be too sexy.” You tell her and she gives you a wink.

“I like your sexy police uniform, officer. If we were still having sex then I’d definitely act naughty just so you’d tie me up and punish me.” She tells you with a seductive whisper and your mind blanks.

“Ya the timing is unfortunate.” You tell her and she smiles.

“Soak it all up. And I might masturbate with you in my mind tonight.” She says quietly as she passes you and goes to sit down. You go and sit down with Janine and Jacob and they compliment your outfit.

“It was my costume from last year but I didn’t have enough money to get a new one this year, but I’ll definitely get a new one next year.” You tell them.

“Well we didn’t see this was your outfit last year so technically it’s new here.” Jacob tells you and you smile and nod.

“Thanks Jacob.” You tell him and he smiles before you all jump into conversations.

You watch as she greets her students from across the hall and how some of the parents are checking her out, as well as some of the seventh and eighth grade boys. You start the class by going over the homework you assigned to them to do over the weekend and you cast a glance at Melissa who’s bending over slightly to grab some papers at her desk. She catches you checking her out and she smiles at you. At lunch you drop your kids off at the caf and when you walk out, Melissa grabs your hand and drags you to her classroom.

“What are you doing?” You ask her as you reach her classroom and you see she brought both of your lunches with her.

“I want us to have lunch together, just the two of us.” She tells you and you smile. “So you think I look sexy?” She asks you as she takes a seat and you nod. She passes you your lunchbox and you take your lunch out and start eating.

“I mean have you seen yourself? Your tits are practically out and I can’t help but stare at them, especially when I know how they look without anything on them.” You say and she chuckles. “And this tight bodysuit on you is showing off all your curves and green is definitely your colour. Like jesus christ is it ever your colour.” You tell her and she smiles. “Why did you want to have lunch with me, like just me?” You ask her.

“I wanted to thank you for how much you’ve helped me in these past 2 months. And I know it hasn’t been easy for you.” She tells you. You go to speak but she stops you. “And don’t you dare start saying that it hasn’t been easy on me since I’m the one that escaped the bastard.” She says and you immediately close your mouth as that’s exactly what you were gonna say. “I know I’m the one who escaped but you’ve helped me so much and I really appreciate it.” She adds and you smile.

“Well, you’re welcome.” You say. 

“I do have to say that the sexy police skirt is working for you.” She tells you and you blush.

“Are you trying to make it harder to concentrate today?” You ask her and she smirks as she takes a bite of her salad.

“No idea what you’re talking about.” She says innocently.

“It seems like you’re trying to make it as hard for me as possible. It seemed like you were flirting with me this morning and your outfit keeps making my mind go places.” You say and she giggles.

“Well first of all, I was flirting with you this morning, and secondly, what if I want your attention on my body?” She asks you and you stare at her, mind blank. “Also Barb and I are going out to this bar who’s having a Halloween party and wanted to know if you want to tag along. The other 2 youngsters are being invited by Barb right now.” She tells you. 

“Of course I’ll come.” You immediately say and she smiles.

At the end of the day you’re saying goodbye to your kiddos and you see the aunt from the dyslexic kid go up to Melissa and you watch.

“Hi Melissa, I have to say that you look amazing in this costume.” She says to Melissa and Melissa smiles at her.

“Thank you, once I saw Aquaman then I was pretty sure I could pull up being Mera.” Melissa tells her.

“Oh you pull it off better than her. Do you have any plans tonight? I was wondering if you didn’t then maybe we can do something together.” She asks.

“I’m going out with some coworkers and I don’t want to miss it.” Melissa says and you smile.

“Oh, well maybe another time.” The aunt says before taking her niece and leaving.

“You know if you really wanted to go out with her then we’d understand.” You say as you walk up to her after all your students leave.

“I know, but like I told her, I don’t want to miss this.” She says as she goes to grab her things and then locks her door. “I’ll meet you there, we’re meeting for about 6, I’ll send the address. And feel free to ditch the leggings.” She says as she walks off with a smile.

You get home not long after and you immediately take the leggings off. You get something ready to eat and have a meal before you go upstairs and apply some makeup. As you’re applying some mascara, Melissa’s words from lunch hits you, she was purposefully flirting with you this morning and you don’t know why. You then get the toy handcuffs that came with the costume and attach them to the belt. You then get a text from Melissa with the address and you see it’ll take about 20 minutes to get there and you look at the time, 5:20. You then decide to go there now as there might be traffic since it’s Halloween. You arrive about half an hour later and you see it’s starting to pile up in here. 

“Hey Y/n!” You hear and turn around to see Janine and Jacob there.

“Hey guys.” You tell them.

“Isn’t it amazing that Barb and Melissa invited all of us out with them? And to think I thought they didn’t like us, but if you keep trying then-”

“I’ll stop you right there.” You tell Janine and she immediately closes her mouth. “How about we get some drinks?” You suggest and you all make your way to the bar and order some drinks. 

“Hey hon.” You hear and turn to see Melissa and Barb there as they walk towards all of you. 

“Hey Melissa.” You say as you get your drink and thank the bartender before you pay. 

“What drink did you get?” Melissa asks you.

“Just a daiquiri, thought of starting small.” You tell her and she nods before she orders a beer.

Half an hour later you’re all on your second drink and sitting and talking at a table with booths. You and Melissa on one side, while the other 3 are on the other side. You’re following the story that Barb is telling about all the costumes of her students, when you feel a hand touch your leg and you look to see Melissa’s hand there. You glance over at her and she’s looking at Barb and pretending that she’s not touching you. You then feel her hand go further up your leg and you widen your eyes as you wonder if she’s going to do what you think she’s going to do. You then lean in towards her near her ear.

“What are you doing?” You whisper to her and she turns to look at you.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asks.

“We agreed no sex.” You tell her, a little breathlessly.

“Do you want me to stop?” She asks again and you go to take a sip of your drink, giving her permission to keep going. 

Her hand trails up your thigh, closer and closer to your centre. Your breathing deepens as she gets closer and you can hear Janine is telling everyone all the costumes of her students. You then feel her hand right over your centre, hand buried under your skirt. You unconsciously spread your legs to give her more access and you see her smile from the corner of your eye. You feel her hand go up and down your clothed pussy and you let out a gasp and everyone looks at you. You widen your eyes and you’re sure your cheeks are tinged pink with embarrassment. Even with everyone looking at you, Melissa doesn’t stop. In fact she pushes your underwear to the side and trails her index finger up your centre and clit. You let out a big breath and realise everyone is still looking at you.

“Are you alright dear?” Barb asks and you nod.

“Just think…the drinks, the alcohol, is starting to…hit me.” You say through breaths as Melissa is still teasing you. You then notice everyone’s attention is on Melissa and you hear her say something about a Halloween costume and realise they're still talking about their students. 

Melissa is talking about how cute her students are to get the attention off of you and sees you starting to struggle to keep your composure. She realises she can make it harder for you or take pity on you. She immediately decides to make it harder for you and slips her middle finger in your entrance as you’re taking a sip. She’s lucky that you decided to sit near the wall so nobody in the bar suspects anything as her body is blocking it. She begins pumping inside of you and sees you’re doing your best not to give anything away but you keep slipping by keeping your mouth open. She decides right there that you’ll give it away if she continues and she takes her finger out and you let out a tiny whimper that no one hears except her. 

A few seconds after she takes her finger out is when everyone turns their attention onto you and asks your favourite costumes from your students were. Melissa doesn’t make it easier for you though as she keeps trailing her hand up and down your upper thigh and it’s making it hard for you to even think about anything except where her hand is. Melissa decides to take pity and speaks up.

“I think we both need some more drinks.” She says before she grabs your hand and leads you into the crowd. You get confused as you pass right by the bar and she leads you to the other side of the place to the bathrooms. 

“Melissa, why are we-” You get silenced as she leads you into a stall and pushes you up against the door and kisses you.

“I couldn’t wait any longer, all I thought about all day was running my hands up these legs.” She tells you as she trails her hand up your left thigh, underneath your skirt. “And unzipping this shirt and see your amazing tits.” She continues as she unzips your shirt, unclips your bra and pulls it up to see your breasts. “I know we agreed on no sex but would you say no if we have sex one more time?” She asks and it takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up with the situation. Once it does and you think over her question, you put your hand on the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss. Melissa responds immediately and kisses you back as she’s had a hard time staying away from you all week, let alone not being able to touch your body or kiss you all weekend or even today. 

You feel her hands move your skirt up before she goes down on her knees and dives right to your clit. You immediately put your hand over your mouth and bite your lip to keep you from making any noises as she does everything she can to get noises out of you. She then frowns as she would like to hear you and pulls away. You look at her in confusion but help her up.

“This isn’t working, I want to hear you.” She says and you look at her.

“My car is right outside.” You suggest and she smiles before she makes you presentable again and then she grabs your hand and leads you out of the bar and to your car. She opens the passenger side before pushing the seat as far back as it can go before getting you to sit down. You bring the seat down a bit so you’re on a slightly comfortable angle as Melissa gets on the floor and closes the door. 

“Now, don’t conceal your noises.” She tells you and you nod before she bunches up your skirt and goes back to your clit again. You let out a gasp and arch your back as she does a hard suck right away. She then focuses on bringing you as much pleasure as possible as she already knows your body incredibly well. It isn’t long before you feel your orgasm starting to build and that’s when Melissa slips a finger in your centre and you see stars as she knows how to make you feel so good. She slides a second finger in you and you reach behind you and grab the headrest of the seat as she quickly pumps in and out of you. You start squirming as you’re right at your peak and Melissa lets you as she’s enjoying the sight. You then let out a high pitched gasp as you come and Melissa slows down inside of you before carefully removing her fingers and she licks your juices from her fingers. You catch your breath as Melissa watches you with a smile. You then get her to climb up on top of you and you kiss her as you calm down from your orgasm. You then reach behind her and unzip her costume before taking it off of her and leaving it piled at her knees. You then flip the both of you so that she’s underneath you and you unclip her bra and push it up before you slip a nipple in your mouth and she moans. “You’re obsessed with them.” She says breathlessly.

“When you have tits this big? Yes.” You say as you switch to her other nipple and she giggles.

“Oh god, I missed your touch so much.” Melissa moans out as you suck on her nipple while trailing your hands up and down her legs.

“Ya?” You ask as you pull away from her nipple and touch near her centre and clit.

“Yes.” She says before you touch her clit and she gasps. You start circling her clit and she pulls you in for a kiss. She has an arm wrapped around your neck as her other hand is gripping onto the carseat. “Oh god, please I need you inside of me.” She says and you do one last circle on her clit before you do as she asks and insert one finger inside of her and you feel her dig her nails into your back. You a couple pumps inside of her before you insert a second finger and you feel like adding a third finger, so you add a third and she gasps out as she grips the carseat even tighter. “YES! YES! YES!” She says in a pitched voice. “Don’t stop!” She tells you and you pump faster. “Oh god, I’m so close, so close.” She tells you and you feel her clench around your fingers and she arches her back. You kiss her neck seconds before she comes around your fingers. You pull away from her neck right as she comes and rest your forehead against hers. “I love you.” She says softly, the second after she comes and you widen your eyes and pull away from her slightly. 

You’ve heard her admit it before but it was one she was delirious and didn’t know she was talking to you. This time she knows damn well that you’re here with her and she’s not sick. A couple seconds after she says it, it’s like her brain catches up with her mouth and she snaps her eyes open and looks at you with wide eyes. You pull out of her and lick your fingers as she tries to steady her breathing.

“Oh god, I wasn’t- you weren’t… forget I said the last few words.” She tells you and you shake your head.

“I’m not going to pretend that I just didn’t hear you admit it a second time.” You tell her and she furrows her eyebrows.

“Se-second time?” She asks and you nod.

“You might have admitted it to me without knowing it was me when you were delirious when you had a fever.” You admit and she puts a hand on her forehead. “But it’s ok, I know you’re not ready for anything yet and-”

“But that’s the thing Y/n! I was never going to admit it as I don’t know when I’ll be ready and I don’t want to string your feelings along.” She confesses and you look at her. “Yes I love you, I found that out 3 weeks ago but it scares me. The last person I loved was Joe and I’m getting a divorce from him as he manipulated me for 25 years.” She tells you.

“Melissa, I’m not Joe. I know you know that but I think you need to hear it. I have no interest in manipulating you or anyone else as I have actual compassion and empathy. You know I love you and I know I’ll continue dating and being friends with you. If you ever decide you’re ready then just let me know. But until then, I’ll wait willingly for you, however long that takes.” You say to her and you wipe away the tear that falls down her cheek and you smile at her.

“I don’t deserve you.” She says as she looks down.

“You deserve everything you want.” You tell her before you kiss her forehead and she looks up at you with a smile. 

“You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” She tells you as she strokes your cheek and you lean into her touch. 

“As much as I’m enjoying this, we should probably go back to everyone before they think we’ve died or something.” You joke and she chuckles before you both get dressed and fix your makeup before you stumble out and walk back into the bar. You head to the bar and order 2 drinks as Melissa goes back to the table. You get the drinks and join back at the table and hand the second drink to Melissa.

“Y/n, I was just saying we ran into a friend of yours.” Melissa tells them and everyone looks at you.

“Yep, talked for a little bit.” You tell them as casually as possible as you sit down. 

You all then talk for an hour before you decide to call it a night as you all have to go to work tomorrow. You say goodbye to everyone and they all walk to their cars as you hug Melissa.

“I meant what I said, I’ll willingly wait for you.” You tell her and she kisses you and smiles.

“I know, and if the situation was reversed, I’d wait for you as well.” She tells you as you grab her hand. “I have to go, Barb is my ride home and I’m pretty excited to get out of this even though I look stunning.” She says and you giggle.

“You always look stunning.” You tell her and she smiles before she lets go of your hand.

“Text me when you get home.” She says and you nod. She then watches as you walk to your car before she hears a honk and sees Barb and Gerald are ready to go. She then walks to their car and gets in.

That night she didn’t receive a text from you but she figured you forgot or fell asleep right away. She sees that it’s 10:03pm and decides to go to sleep as she’s getting up in 7 hours. She then falls asleep with a smile on her face as she thinks of you

*11:06pm*

Melissa opens her eyes as she hears her phone going off and she reaches over and sees you’re calling her. She furrows her eyebrows as she’s wondering why you’re calling her so late. She then picks up and brings it to her ear.

“Y/n, what’s up, hon?” She asks.

“Excuse me, are you Melissa Schemmenti?” A voice asks her and she sits up in bed.

“Depends, who’s this?” She asks them.

“My name is Emily Brown, I’m a doctor at the hospital and you’re listed as the emergency contact on Y/n’s phone.” Emily tells her and her heart sinks.

“Is-is she ok?” Melissa asks.

“I’m afraid there’s been a car accident and I'm going to need you to come right away.”

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Just For Now

pairing: Frankie Morales x gn! reader

tags: mental health struggles, fluff, comfort, dark humor, soft! Frankie, bestfriend! Frankie, no physical description of reader, unrequited love (kind of)

notes: Written on a particularly bad day, so be aware of some triggering topics. Big hug to anyone who gets the feeling. 🫂 Moodboard only for vibes. Kinda inspired by this post I made a few days ago.

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Two rings. Two rings is all it takes for him to pick up. It’s late at night, and every normal person is sleeping.

Should be sleeping.

But you can’t. It feels suffocating.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end comes through—warm, familiar, steady. Him.

“Hey, sorry. I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“It’s alright,” he assures you, like he always does.

A beat of silence between you while the storm in your head is raging. Screaming at you.

It’s getting harder to breathe.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice nothing more than a gravelly rumble in the night.

You contemplate lying, to downplay it. To convince him just as much as you convince yourself over and over again that it’s gonna be okay. Has to be okay.

But you’re too tired to pretend, so you answer, “No.”

“What’s wrong?”

You scoff bitterly.

“I am,” you say. “I am wrong. I am a failure.”

“You are not a failure. You’re a fighter.”

You know he means it, and is so sincere in his words. You can almost picture his worried eyes on you.

“I am tired of fighting,” your voice choked with all the pain. The pain you carried for years, always lingering just around the corner, even when it hurts less for a while. 

“I know. What do you need?”

You. Screams the voice in your head.

But you can’t bring yourself to say it out loud, to bring this new truth into this world.

He doesn’t deserve to be dragged into your abyss.

“A gun? Pills maybe,” you joke. It’s your attempt at humor.

“Not funny,” he says, a hint of warning in his voice—or maybe worry.

“Do you want me to come over?” he probes.

Yes. “No, it’s late. Don’t bother yourself.”

“It’s not bothering me at all, you know that. I’m only 10 minutes away.”

“10 minutes? I thought you were out of the city for work?”

“I came back this evening.”

You nod, even if he can’t see you.

You wanna tell him everything. How dark it is in your head, how you can barely breathe, and how much harder it is every time he’s gone. But you can’t.

“You won’t believe what happened to me on the flight back here…” he starts, telling you about this woman and her baby next to him on the flight. The infant cried the whole time until the woman had to use the bathroom and left the baby alone with him. The child stopped as soon as it sat on his lap. Your lips twitch into the faintest smile.

“You just have a way with children, Frankie. They love you.”

He chuckles on the other end, probably rubbing his neck sheepishly like he always does when he’s affected by something.

“Maybe I should switch careers to something involving children then. Being a pilot seems easy compared to being surrounded by crying kids all day, right?”

“They wouldn’t be crying if you’re around.”

“Maybe…”

And there it is, quietly creeping in, making its presence felt without much warning. It pushes away the dark clouds, or at least lets some light shine through. Like the sun breaking through after a day of rain. Somewhere between your troubled, chaotic thoughts and him recounting the flight, something shifted. It felt as if a weight had been lifted.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Wanted to meet with the boys over at Will’s house. BBQ night. He bought this new grill and wants to brag a bit, I guess,” he snickers.

You shake your head.

“You think I can…?”

“Can what?”

“Join you guys? Only if—if it’s okay. I know I wasn’t invited.”

“I’m sure the boys would love to have you around. It’s been a while since they last saw you. Consider yourself invited now.”

You smile faintly, but it’s a real one this time.

“Maybe I can make a salad? Or bake something? Maybe some muffins.”

“Muffins sound fantastic.”

The darkness hasn’t disappeared; it still hovers, ready to catch up with you. But for now, it feels distant, as if it's miles away

“Chocolate or peanut butter?”

“Is that even a question? Chocolate,” he laughs. The sound ignites a warm feeling sparking in your chest, and you’re finally able to take a deep breath.

“Chocolate it is then,” you retort.

Silence. Comfortable silence, followed by a yawn.

“I pick you up at 6, okay?”

“Mhm-hm,” you hum agreeably. “Should I shoot Will a text, letting him know I’m gonna be your plus one?”

“Nah, I’m gonna do it. You have to worry about nothing. Apart from the baking. See it as your ticket to get in.”

You snort in response. “Alright.”

“So, now that I am wide awake thanks to you, can I at least come over? I think that’s only fair.”

“I already said I am sorry,” you object.

“And I already said it’s okay. But I still would like to come, if that’s okay with you.”

You pause for a moment to collect your thoughts. If he were to come over, he’d see the mess of your apartment—and more importantly, the mess you’re in. Yet, all you want is for him to be there with you, pressing your face against his chest, his scent enveloping you like a cocoon. His warmth would seep into every crack in your soul, and his presence would ground you in a way nothing else in this world ever could.

“Okay,” you ultimately say before you can change your mind.

“Okay?” he asks back, slightly in disbelief that you gave in so easily, because that’s not what you usually do.

“Yeah, okay. You better hurry up or I’m gonna change my mind,” you insist.

“Already on my way,” followed by ruffling sounds and a silent Spanish curse. 

“Give me 10 minutes.”

And the line goes dead.

Exactly 11 minutes later there’s a knock on the door, and you open it slowly, stepping aside to let him in.

He’s wearing the same grey sweatpants you’ve seen on him countless times, worn down and definitely loved. Little bobbles all over the fabric. And the cap, the same damn standard oil cap that’s basically glued to his head at this point. His mop of hair under it peeks out on all sides.

“You know, Morales, I guess your head must have taken on the form of this hat by now. Do you ever not wear this thing?” you cross your arms in front of your chest.

His answer is a wide, boyish grin. The kind of grin that always makes your stomach do somersaults. So contagious, you smile yourself.

“Yes, for sleeping and showering,” he answers, the same grin still plastered all over his handsome face.

You roll your eyes.

This is easy, you think. Way too easy given how you felt just minutes ago. 

What if it comes crashing down on you again as soon as he leaves?

You frown a little as he takes a quick look around, expecting him to make a comment about the chaos. But instead, his gaze falls back to you, and he takes a step closer.

One, two, and he stands right in front of you. Your heart hammering in your chest as he looks down, his warm brown eyes unreadable.

Without a single spoken word, he opens his arms and pulls you into a tight hug, your cheek pressed against his hard chest and his chin resting on your head.

This, this right here. This is it.

You wrap your arms around his midsection, holding on tightly. Taking a deep breath, letting him fill all your senses, and just for a fragment, everything seems less heavy.

His words are muffled against your hair as he says, “I am here for you. Always. No matter what you need, okay?”

You have to bite your lips real hard to hold back a sob that threatens to slip out just at the pure conviction in his voice.

You’re only able to nod against his chest, which causes him to tighten his arms around you, a fleeting kiss on your hair.

You close your eyes, allowing yourself to believe, if only in this moment and in the safety of his arms, that things will be okay.

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Thoughts on bitb e4

I'm so... I don't even know how to articulate my feelings HGWKSHFK

I give this campaign 9/10, 1 point off from perfect because I miss them

The finale had me feeling so.. like.... sad ??? Not sad, but it was so bittersweet for me.. Idk I just like to imagine everyone got a happy ending and nobody died and the boys can finish their campaign

I literally finished the last episode and sat there in silence for like 15 minutes to let it sink in LMAO

I really really liked it because it felt like the perfect tragic ending, but now I miss the boys :^((

My favourite character from the start was Rolan, but Rand did grow on me as a character. I like Kian, but I just feel really bad because I just feel like he didn't contribute much to the plot?? I do love all of them though !!! Kian was great for comedic relief though, and he reminds me of a friend of mine

I'm a big fan of horror themed campaigns, so even though Riptide holds a special place in my heart, bitb might be my favourite at the moment (though that might be the recency bias lmao)

Overall, I'm sad it's over, but glad I got to listen to it!!! These 30 year old men make me sad and I think that's how it should be

[sagesskies]

Hii! Been a while!

How has your day been? I hope it's been good so far!

I've been into Angel's recently and in one of the videos I watched about Abaddon the angel of Destruction — it said he is the ruler of the bottomless pit(presumably hell), it made me wonder if Lucifer is just a prince or somehow in someway he's still the king. Abaddon himself is a mystery, since he is never mentioned in the Bible but in another book I completely forgot about, but he used to be described as a place, his name is often used to refer to hell; "The fires of Abaddon"(or something along those lines) being the most popular so far. I like to think Abaddon IS hell, he's both a person and a place - I think his real form is hell itself, and his angel form is just a normal being, but that doesn't explain how he holds the key to hell if he's hell himself, and it's weird to think demons live inside him(creepy way to describe that)

Lucifer on the other hand is well known, fell from grace and all those things I completely forgotten about. But does he really count as the king of hell when Abaddon is the embodiment OF hell and the ruler OF hell, I guess if you put it that way.. he rules over hell but not hell itself?? I don't know how to describe it but, he rules the metaphorical place named hell but not the demon's inside hell???? But if we go with my idea on him being both hell and angel, wouldn't that mean he does both rule hell and hell itself?

I wanted to know your thoughts about this, since we all know Lucifer is the first angel to be thrown out of heaven — but some books did state that Abaddon had been the one to trap Lucifer in hell, and that he owns the key to hell, so wouldn't that count as him being the king of hell?? Idk really, my brain rot rn is just angels! Sorry if this is very long :(

— 🫚 Annon who isn't Christian just fascinated with Demonology and Angels!

🫚 anon, Abaddon is actually referenced in the bible (At least the in the copy that I own: The New American Bible), specifically in Revelations 9:11, as the fifth trumpet, as well as in Job 26:6. What I'd prefer to focus on is the former.

In Revelations, there are 7 trumpets are sounded by 7 angels that are set to cue events that occur during the apocalypse. 7 angels. Based off of this Abaddon is a person. However, that does not mean that Abaddon can't also be a place, just like how Hades can refer to the Greek God, as well the Underworld which he rules over.

Furthermore, he is an angel, not a fallen one, but an angel that continues to serve God, so it would fit what you stated that some book reference that Abaddon has the keys to hell, which would have been presumably given to him by God created to punish demons and fallen angels. (he is also the one to release the scorpions that torture whoever doesn't have the seal of God: keynote: torture not kill. This is important because God forbids murder, thus by abiding by this, Abaddon continues to serve and listen to God.)

Now, think of what hell is. It is the home of demons and sinners. But that is where they are sent as punishment by God. That is where Satan and all the fallen angels are trapped. Satan may rule over Hell, but it is just as much his prison as it is the sinners.

So the way I interpret this is that Abaddon is not so much a ruler over Hell, but something more like a prison warden.

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Bruce Wayne except he texts like an ominous boomer

wdym you can't tell if he's threatening them?

Based on this post by @mysterycitrus :)

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Happy birthday, Tim 🥰

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[infernalwraths]

I just love how he builds up to the insult.

[neverbelessthan]

SEVERANCE 2x06 | "I don't want her memory."

[myrxellabaratheon]

People have been asking me how I could relate to Stolas when Blitzø is the one they are trying to make you relate to throughout the entire series.

It’s just… the need to be always perfect and fit in the image of you others painted, the uncertainty and impossibility of living of your own accord all not to let others down, not knowing if/and/when you are imposing and just questioning each of the people in your life because maybe they feel obligated to be; the incapability of understanding social clues and being always in the corners or in the shadow during parties and social events…

I just… how can you NOT relate to Stolas?!

[faunandfloraas]

Seungmin saying they changed song by so it would be easier for people to watch and listen and then me seeing people going "Yes! It's good it's on tiktok and shorts now" and I'm like. Oh. You're all so fucking stupid <3