#i wouldn't know as i said i avoid bird hell

[corkinavoid]

For @mysterious-messages, to 'Bless the child' by Nightwish

DPxDC Long Time No See

The crow was incredibly persistent. Which, of course, made it ten times more annoying in John's opinion, because he was trying very, very hard not to pay attention to the pitch-black bird with blood red eyes that was perched right outside the window.

Can't he have one single night where no impossibly powerful force of nature interrupts his attempt to drown himself in liquor? Honestly.

The crow knocks on the window again. Three perfectly timed knocks; this bloody bird sure knows how to draw attention, but it also definitely knows Constantine is avoiding it. Which is why it's insisting on making itself a nuisance, no doubt.

To be fair, John is not even entirely sure who's crow is it. Morpheus has a crow at his disposal, but his crow is a bitch. He wouldn't have simply sat on the windowsill and enjoyed annoying Constantine for the sheer spite of it. Death has her crows as well - very thematic, if you ask John - and then there was that one asshole raven that claimed itself belonging to Apollo.

And then, of course, there was-

Actually, maybe he should see what the crow wants. Might be important, after all.

Constantine sighs and puts his whiskey back on the bar before standing up. The world tilts to the side a bit - he might have had a few too many drinks, yeah. But then maybe it's just the side effect of the messenger crow being here, who knows. Constantine would rather put his money on the latter for the sake of his dignity. Not that he has much of that left.

He makes his way to the window, looks at the crow for a long moment, making his last internal debate obvious, and then opens the window.

"The hell do you want?" He asks, but quickly realises it was in vain.

He is not at the bar anymore.

Instead, he is standing in the middle of a graveyard, surrounded by tombstones, fog, and eerie silence. 4/10 on the creepy effect, John has definitely seen this shit done better.

The cloaked figure sitting on the nearest tombstone stays silent, watching him with unblinking, blood red eyes. John sighs again, pinches the bridge of his nose, and reaches into the pocket of his trenchcoat for cigarettes. If he ended up out of the bar anyway, he might as well use it for a smoke break.

"I'd rather you not," the cloaked being says, not a demand but a request by the sound of it. Constantine grimaces, but puts the pack back in the pocket. Arguing with this one will get him exactly nowhere.

"What's this all about, then?" He vaguely gestures around himself, at all the death, decay, and other things that start with the letter 'D'. "I never knew you're into this kind of thing. Very Mary Shelley of you," he raises an eyebrow.

The being - the Dead God, the Ghost of Time, Clockwork, Chronos, and any other name he likes calling himself - huffs a deep, low and breathy laugh. Then, he stands up, his feet firmly planted on the ground for once. He looks different to how John is used to seeing him, all sharp edges and monochrome colors, shiny leather oxfords and loose sleeves with tight cuffs.

Honestly, he kind of reminds Constantine of vampires. He really hopes this is not actually some kind of a new kink of his because John so didn't count on that kind of night. Despite what he's said before.

"No," Chronos shakes his head, his appearance shifting from young to middle-aged. Constantine blinks; if there's anything he learned about the Dead God through their various get-togethers, it's that his age usually reflects his level of seriousness.

But he doesn't have time to ask, nor does he get a moment to prepare, when a child, a literal goddamn child no older than ten steps out from behind Clockwork.

It looks like a boy, dressed in jeans and a blue hoodie with a NASA logo on it, and- He does look like Clockwork. Same pale skin, same eerie, unblinking eyes, same unearthly air around him.

Only, his eyes are a faint blue, like ice and winter skies. Like Constantine's eyes.

The unholy fuck. And he means it literally.

"Is that-" he starts, his throat suddenly dry, pointing his finger at the boy before he even thinks about it, but the Ghost of Time laughs again, a dirty grin on his lips.

"Yours? No, thank the Ancients," he says, making sure to sound just a tad bit offended even if John can see the mirth on his face. Bloody wanker. Constantine lets out a slow, loud breath through his nose.

"Amen to that," he agrees and looks at the kid again. And, as soon as the initial shock wears off, a sneaking suspicion starts to form in his mind. He narrows his eyes. "I don't want to ask, I really don't, but I'm going to anyway. Why?"

Clockwork's face looks distant for a moment, his features shifting into old.

"A child blessed by time has no home in his own life. A child blessed by death has no place among others," he says, and John hates when they speak in riddles, but he thinks he might be getting this one right. "I am only loved when I'm gone, the moments being held dear in memory. But a child does not deserve that," Clockwork's voice sounds almost sad, and, while John does understand it's supposed to be a metaphor, it doesn't feel like one.

But then, he is the Time itself. Maybe for him it's not really a metaphor.

He looks back to the kid, and catches the boy looking away with a grimace. Seems like they have at least one thing in common - they both hold a great distaste to Cronos' solemn way of talking.

Constantine is so going to regret this, but he knows where the Dead God is leading.

"Yeah, okay," he rubs his face with one hand, and, before he has time to ask or say another word, the whole graveyard is gone, and he is standing back in the bar, the low murmur of nightly crowd and warm light around him. Just like before he opened the window to the blood-eyed crow.

The only difference between then and now is the kid standing by his side, looking at him like John is the stupidest man he'd ever seen. Oh, he is already regretting this.

Constantine drops his hand down and goes back to the bar, where he left his drink.

"Want a beer?" He asks, and the kid rolls his eyes, trailing after him.

"I'm twelve," he deadpans, and, yeah, okay, he's got a point.

Fuck it, he is calling in a favor from Bats. That man has, like, twenty kids, he should have some parenting advice.

~•~•~•~

Yeah, the song really reminded me of Clockwork for some reason. Why am I loved only when I'm gone? is really stricking me as a line written for him because you only cherish the time after it's gone, you smile at your memories and pictures, but you rarely ever pay attention to it in the moment.

Also, I did my best with the Gothic aesthetic there, and here's the additional vibe.

Clockwork, just dropping a random ass kid on his occasional one night stand and vanishing into the night, knowing that John Constantine has a soft spot for kids and won't just fuck off to who knows where: it's for the greater good the better timeline

Danny, left alone with a clearly too drunk to think magician whose soul looks like a jigsaw puzzle: the fuck it's not

[zayneslady]

summary: it's been a while since the last time you saw him, but you missed him so terribly.

warnings: angst/comfort. Happy endings for the win *sobs* Pt. 2 of these scenarios

characters: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier x reader (separately)

a/n: I wanted to apologize. I got some comments saying that perhaps I wrote them a bit too ooc and that they wouldn't do something like this, so I was thinking maybe I should step out from writing these; I'm probably not understanding the characters very well. I'm really sorry! I had this one written already, so this is probably going to be the last post I make! Thank you for your support! In only a couple of days you guys were so amazing and loving, I'm super moved and I don't deserve you all at all ❤️

classification: scenarios

tag list: many of you asked me to tag you in the second part, I hope you guys like it! 💕

@biitchyberry @rosaryia @lcheerymotion @mo0nforme

ZAYNE ❄️

It's been four weeks since your argument with Zayne. The first days had been like hell. You had already tasted the honey of a relationship with the person you liked the most and loved the most. You wanted more of him, you needed more. You felt anxious without him, like you had become addicted to his kisses, his gentle touch, and the sweet words he whispered in your ears. You missed him more than you dared to admit.

The days passed slowly, each second seemed to last an eternity. When you got home you felt the emptiness of his presence and you felt like dying, but life continued on, and eventually you got used to being without him. The pain was still present, but more bearable as time kept its course. 

You had stopped frequenting the places you knew he liked for fear of running into him. The dessert shop, the cafe near the hospital, the night stands near the library. You even avoided getting sick so you wouldn't have to go to the hospital. Your life was limited to going to work and coming straight home, with occasional visits to buy groceries. 

You would never have thought that you would have to live a life again without Zayne and only because he didn't know how to separate his friendships from his romantic partner. So smart, but so stupid at the same time. 

You sighed, returning to the present and the food you were making; it was too late when you realized it, but unconsciously you were making one of his favorite dishes. You weren't going to waste the food, so you just carried on trying not to think much about it. 

“Now, where did I put–,” you stopped, surprised by the sudden knocking on your door. You frowned, you were not expecting anyone, but the knocking continued once more and you sighed, turned off the stove. “I'm coming.”

You regretted opening the door. Opening just a crack to see who it was, your heart fluttered in your chest as if there was a small caged bird inside it. Zayne was standing in front of you. He looked ridiculously tired, more than you'd ever seen him. The bags and dark circles under his eyes were deep, his skin did not look radiant and healthy as always and his eyes did not shine like emeralds. 

Your hands were sweating and your insides were churning. "Are you okay?" You asked with a broken voice. Zayne shook his head and he fainted, but with a gasp, you quickly wrapped an arm around his waist and tried to keep him upright. “Zayne! Hey, what's happening?” 

Zayne didn't answer you, and just leaned on you. Not knowing what to do, you dragged him inside and carefully guided him to your room. Once there, you laid him down on your bed, he looked weak. 

“Zayne? Can you hear me? Are you okay?” 

He mumbled your name and your heart raced. “I'm… I am sorry,” he said as he finally passed out. You gasped, but soon heard the soft snores you were so used to. 

Was he that exhausted? And what was he doing at your house? You frowned, fighting back the stinging sensation in your eyes as you tried to hold back some tears. He really always appeared to stir everything inside you. You had already accepted your life without him, but here he was. You sighed heavily, taking off Zayne's shoes and covering him with a blanket.

Your eyes couldn't help but admire him. Even though he was tired, he still looked as handsome as ever. It seemed like a dream, an illusion that would disappear at any moment. You wanted it to happen. You wanted him to disappear, but at the same time, you wanted to take him in your arms and kiss his face. But no, clearing your throat, you grabbed an extra blanket and left the room, closing the door behind you. It was better to let him rest so he could leave as soon as he got up. 

The next morning you woke up to soft steps. Sitting up and whining a little after sleeping on the couch, you saw Zayne coming out from your bedroom. His hair was messy and he was rubbing one of his eyes like a little child, something warm spread across your chest and a smile tried to spread your lips, but you stopped it. He seemed more rested, the bags under his eyes had diminished considerably and his skin looked a little more alive. 

“Zayne.”

He seemed a bit startled as he looked at you with slightly wide eyes. “Hello… I am sorry I fell asleep.” 

You hummed, folding the blanket. “Haven't you been sleeping well?" You didn't want to sound worried, but you were. 

“I haven't… I constantly have nightmares and I've been working over time… a lot more."

“Why?”

“Because I can't stop thinking about you,” he said and despair filled his eyes. “You have no idea how much I've missed you. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I have been working nonstop so I can have my mind occupied, but you're always there, in the back of my head.” 

Don't cry. Don't cry! 

“And what exactly do you want me to do about it, Zayne?” You said coldly, wanting to get over with this. 

Zayne approached you and you couldn't move as he took your hands. “Please, please. Give me another chance. I swear. I swear in my life that I do not have feelings for her. I just… I was just stupid and took you for granted. Please, my love, please.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes and you cried even harder as Zayne grabbed your face. "N-No, don't touch me.”

“Please. How can I show you I truly want you? Do you want me to stop talking to her? I'll do it. I'll do it, so please. Just… please. I can't live without you.” His words sounded sincere.

His eyes were glassy and the pain on his face was evident, but your heart still hurt. How did you know that he really wouldn't leave you as a second option anymore? You couldn't even tell him to stop talking to Miss Hunter, you knew this was just Zayne's fault. 

“Zayne… Zayne you're hurting me so much.”

“I know. I know I am and I am terribly sorry for this. I love you. I truly love you.” 

You also loved him, so much. 

“... If this ever happens again, Zayne… I won't forgive you another time. Remember that.”

His green eyes shone with happiness as he pulled you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, the tips of your fingers tingling as you felt his warmth, the tip of your nose digging into the crook of his neck, you breathed deeply, enjoying his scent. 

“You're on trial, Zayne.”

Zayne chuckled and he nodded. “Yes. You won't regret me, I promise you.”

RAFAYEL 🐠

Life was boring without him. He was the spark and the spice in your days. With him, every day seemed like a small adventure, but now that you no longer saw him, the days seemed dark and lifeless. You didn't even remember how much time had passed since that day. One week? Three days? Two months? You weren't sure and, honestly, you tried not to think about it too much because, even though you missed him, the pang of pain in your heart almost made you gasp for air every single time you recalled every moment with him. It was almost as if his bodyguard had also been there, on every date with Rafayel, for all of your conversations were about her. 

He was full of praise for her. He named each of her virtues and laughed affectionately at her defects. He didn't accept anyone claiming that they were better than her or stronger, because his precious bodyguard was the strongest and the bestest. Just thinking about it made you feel tears filling your eyes. You didn't want to remember any of it, but as you held your phone with your thumb hovering over the dial button, you couldn't stop thinking about how miserable Rafayel made you feel, even when he also made you feel like the most loved person in the world. 

When he didn't have his mouth full of his wonderful bodyguard, Rafayel showered you with affection. His kisses, his hugs, and his caresses all felt full of love and tenderness. His beautiful eyes looked at you sweetly, as if you were the most precious thing that ever existed on earth. He liked to tease you and make you laugh and he always said that you were like a muse for all his paintings: The sparkle in your eyes, the color of your hair, the texture of your skin, the curves of your body, everything was inspiration.

How could he be so cruel and loving all at the same time? Poor bodyguard, you even didn't like her although she hadn't done anything wrong, as far as you knew. 

Sighing, you finally tapped on the green button and your heart raced faster and faster at every beep coming from the other side of the line. Would he answer you? Was he… with her? Was he busy with one of his paintings? What if- 

His voice calling your name surprised you, making you jump. “I’m here! Hi!” he sounded out of breath and your cheeks blushed. “Hmm, h-how are you d-doing?” 

“Rafayel…,” you took a deep breath. “I… have some clothes at your place. Could I stop by later to get them?” 

“YES! I… I mean… yes. I'll- I'll be here all day. You can stop by at any time you want.”

“... Right. Then, see you there, Rafayel.” 

You let out a long sigh after hanging up. You had forgotten how wonderful his voice was and the way he pronounced your name. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You were going to see him, you were really going to come again, but you shouldn't be excited. What if he and his bodyguard were dating? The thought made your stomach twist and you decided it was best to leave immediately. The quicker you finish this, the better. 

As always, the door was open, but you didn't immediately enter, your hands were shaking and your heart was racing against your ribcage. You didn't want to see him.

Taking a deep breath, you gently pushed the door open and you were greeted with that aroma that you had missed so much. The smell of acrylic paint, the sea and Rafayel's scent. You couldn't help but take a long breath- this exquisite smell felt like home. Your eyes watered a little, but you tried to stay calm as you walked deeper into the spacious house.

“R-Rafayel? Are you here? "You heard a gasp from the room and in a second, Rafayel appeared in front of you. Ah, he looked as wonderful and beautiful as always. His gorgeous eyes were wide, looking you up and down as his mouth stretched into a shy smile. You wanted to hug him. “The door… was open so I just- I'm sorry.”

“No! That's okay! I… I left it open for you!” 

You nodded. “I see… do you mind if I just…”

“No, go ahead, please.” You excuse yourself as you made your way to his room, as you passed by him you felt your legs tremble and you gasped in surprise when he suddenly took your hand.

“Rafayel, what-

“Please, forgive me,” he begged, his eyebrows furrowed in a painful expression. “I was absolutely wrong, you were so right. I was stupid and careless and hurt you so badly.”

“Rafayel… I just came for my clothing, let me g-

“Please!” He hugged you and you went stiff. “Please, please,” he sobbed in your ear. 

“Are you crying?” 

He nodded. “I can't live another second without you. I can't paint anymore. I feel like a piece of me has been taken away, I live half and barely. I really, really do not have feelings for my bodyguard. You're the only one I can think about.”

“Then why- 

“I just… I was just stupid, I didn't mean anything to hurt you, I swear! When I said I missed her, what I wanted to say is that I wanted to train with her, I would never make you train, that's too dangerous,” he started to explain in a rush. “When I told you about the candies, it's because she gave me some amazing chocolate I wanted to gift you and then-

“Rafayel-

“Please. Just this once, I swear,” he said, finally showing his reddened face, tears streaming down his face. You gulped, reaching up to clean his tears away and he whined. “I wasn't there to wipe your tears, I am so sorry.” 

That made you burst into tears. That's right, you really wanted him to wipe your tears. He gently cupped your cheeks and his thumbs brushed against your cheeks, catching all of those tears falling from your pretty eyes. 

“You can break up with me if I do something like that again! But please… just this once. I love you so much. I really do.” 

You looked at him, His eyes were still wet and some tears were still falling down his cheeks. Maybe…

“Just this once, Rafayel… I won't forgive anything like this ever again.” He beamed and leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss, but you covered his mouth, frowning slightly. “I'm still mad at you.”

He blinked and gently smiled behind your hand before taking it in his. “Of course, I'll prove myself to you, beautiful creation.” 

XAVIER ⭐

You couldn't sleep. It's been two weeks since you last slept properly. Two weeks ago you were in Xavier's arms and he held you lovingly, whispering words of comfort in your ears. You weren't sure why, but being around Xavier always made you feel relaxed, a little sleepy, but never bored. You loved spending lazy times with him, taking naps and frolicking in bed, giggling like fools and giving each other soft, tender kisses. 

With his warmth and love it was not difficult to fall asleep at night, he always wanted to sleep so that tranquility that emanated from him was enough to relax you and make you sleep throughout the whole night. In the mornings you felt rejuvenated and full of life and seeing his sleepy smile was like living in a dream. 

You felt your bottom lip quiver into a pout. You missed him too much. You never thought he would behave that way. Had you never really been important to him? If he wanted to be with his partner so much, why had he even agreed to go out with you in the first place? 

“Agh! I hate you Xavier!” You cried, banging your fists against the table in your kitchen. “Why did you let me fall in love with you?” Maybe you really had gone crazy, talking to the table like that. 

There was no time for this. It was almost dark and you still needed to go buy some groceries for your dinner. You struggled out of your house, so tired and dragging your feet. You wanted to sleep... with Xavier. You wanted to feel his warmth. But... what if he now wrapped his partner in his arms? Your cheeks turned red and, trying to avoid thinking about it, you hurried to catch the bus. 

You found a seat near the door and next to a young man, there weren't as many people as you imagined and as the bus started to go you felt your eyes heavy. Maybe... you could sleep for a few minutes? The store wasn't far away, so just a few minutes... just a couple of minutes… 

You heard your name being called between clouds. From far away. Over and over and over. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. 

“Hmm?” You opened your eyes and gasped, How long had it been?! Where were you? And... why was your head...? Had you fallen asleep on someone's shoulder?! "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" You said, raising your head only to find that the young man next to you... "Xavier?!" 

The hunter blinked, his eyes avoided yours for a second before looking directly at you and nodding a small greeting. Had he been there next to you the whole time? You could barely notice what was happening around you with how tired you were, but, strangely, you felt very good. It seemed like he really was the cure for all your ills. You chuckled softly, shaking your head. Xavier looked at you confused, tilting his head to the side like a little bird. 

“I'm sorry, Xavier. I didn't know you were there,” you jumped, “but wait, where are we?!” Checking outside the window, you could tell you were far away from the store now. 

“We're almost at my place,” he said gently and the alarms in your head set off. His partner... didn't she live in the apartment below?! Oh no. Before, you had no problem staying at Xavier's house, but... if they were really in a relationship…

“I gotta go,” you said, seeing the next bus station. It was already dark outside.

“Where are you going?” Xavier asked and you frowned.

“What do you mean? Back home. I only wanted to go to the store, but I fell asleep as you could see… Now it's even dark. Thankfully it's not raining,” you were babbling to yourself as you waited to arrive at the next stop, when you finally did, you got up. “Sorry about that, Xavier. Goodnight.” 

"Now... The next bus…," you mumbled checking the bus's schedule. "10 minutes? Lucky~"

“I'll go with you.” 

You couldn't help but squeal and jump when you heard his voice right behind you. Turning around, you saw him standing there, as tall as he was and as bright as the stars. 

“I'll take you home. It's dark. Something could happen.”

You rolled your eyes. "What could happen, I'm only going home.” 

“Some witnesses have seen wanderers in the area. I can't let you go alone." 

You sat on the bench, arms crossed, Xavier sitting next to you. "Ah, that's true. I'm not strong like your... Forget it." Your cheeks turned red. Very well! Keep opening your big mouth! Xavier didn't say anything, but you could feel his gaze on you and the blush on your cheeks traveled to the tips of your ears. 

Silence reigned between you. You could feel him, his warmth, he was so close to you, you could reach out and touch his knee. Your eyes felt heavy, you wanted to hug him. 

“I am sorry,” he suddenly said and you thought you imagined it but then he repeated it. “I am sorry for what I said the other day.” You turned to look at him and flinched when he saw his bright eyes looking sad and red. “I don't know what I was thinking. Talking like that in front of my girlfriend. Acting like I didn't want to have been there with you, but you're the only person I want close to me. I don't like nor have feelings for my coworker, I only want and need you.” 

He gently wiped a tear from your rosy cheek, his touch was electrifying. 

“You haven't been sleeping well.” You didn't answer, but he continued. “I haven't been able to sleep either. I keep recalling that day and seeing your crying face, I can't stand it… please forgive me.” 

He took your hands and you finally looked up at him, your eyes widening as you saw a small tear fall down his cheek. 

“I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I still beg you, I beg you to give me another chance. I promise I'll do better. Something like this will never happen again. I was an idiot." 

You frowned, “you were an idiot. Do you have any idea how you made me feel? It's hard to believe you love me.” 

He nodded, listening to you carefully. “I know it's hard to believe, but please let me prove it to you, let me show you how much I love you, please. I can't be without you anymore, my star. I need you, otherwise I'll go crazy. Please.” 

You sobbed and Xavier gently pulled you close to him. Wrapping you between his warm arms. You tried to pull away, but he didn't let you and soon you melted in his embrace, crying into his work clothes. 

“Please, give me another chance.” 

You nodded softly. Just one more chance. “There's not gonna be a second time,” you warned between sobs and he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. 

“I won't need them. I will treasure you as the most valuable thing that you are. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” 

[hawkinsbnbg]

hold me tight

Written for @steddieangstyaugust Day 20: “I didn’t know where else to go.”

tags: post Starcourt, friends to lovers, requited unrequited love.

rated: T | word count: 1k4 | ao3

This was stupid, Steve told himself. Absolutely stupid. It wasn't like Eddie was his friend or anything.

They just happened to spend many sleepless nights together smoking and talking about everything and nothing. They just met up at Skull Rock almost every day so Steve could decompress by listening to Eddie's ramblings about DnD, Hell Fire Club, and Corroded Coffin. They just told each other a lot of secrets and held hands to offer each other comfort. They just shared multiple inside jokes that not even their own friends would know.

They just—

Okay, maybe Steve had downplayed it. Because at this point, Eddie might be his only real friend in this town.

And it was just Steve's luck to catch feelings for him and lose him in the process.

See, since his young age, Steve had always been self-aware enough to know what he wanted. Whether it was toys, food, or people. He just never made his liking obvious in case his parents decided to hold them over him.

Hence, nonchalance had always been his default façade. It was the "Kill two birds with one stone", helped him protect his secrets, helped him conceal his most vulnerable part, and helped him remain indestructible under scrutinizing eyes.

And for a long time, Steve thought he was so smart, hiding his true self behind the garnished mask he had created.

Until he met Nancy, until he got his heart broken that night in Tina's bathroom, until he stumbled on Eddie and realized that the mask he wore made him look exactly like what he always hated.

Bullshit.

And now, standing on the Munson Trailer's porch, Steve tried to not turn on his heels and run away or puke his guts out because he was too scared of facing rejection again.

But he also didn't want to be alone right now, and call it his moment of weakness, he just wanted to be held and reassured that everything would be alright even when he probably didn't deserve it.

Selfishly, though, he knew Eddie wouldn't say no to him, not when he was in such a pitiful state, not when they used to be good friends up until Steve ruined it all. And perhaps, it was the thought that gave him enough courage to rap his knuckles on the door.

"D'you know what time is it, man? If you're here to ask for weeds– Holy shit!"

Against his better judgment, Steve shrank in himself, ashamed that he was causing trouble for Eddie once more, making himself as small as possible and bracing for another rejection.

"Uhm, hi?" He smiled weakly.

Wordlessly, Eddie guided him inside, led him to the couch, and sat him down.

After handing him a glass of water, which he sipped slowly, Eddie started cleaning the cuts on his face, movements gentle as if afraid of hurting him.

Though it wasn't much and Steve knew any decent human being would treat him with the same sympathy, his heart still didn't get the memo and started somersaulting in his chest.

He watched the soft yellow light cast on Eddie's face, illuminating those dark brown eyes like stars, shining on the plump lips being worried between those sharp white teeth.

He glanced down, taking in the sleeveless black tee and gray sweatpants, the crimson guitar pick dangling on Eddie's chest as he leaned forward slightly, the tattoos on the pale arms, the long fingers, void of rings.

"What happened?" Eddie asked, sounding genuinely worried, after a moment of tense silence.

Instead of answering the question, Steve only shrugged and grimaced slightly.

"Sorry for waking you up this late. It's just," he averted his gaze to avoid Eddie's intense look. "I didn't know where else to go."

"You're always welcome here, Sweetheart," said Eddie kindly. "And you can wake me up whenever. We're already past that, aren't we?"

Eddie was right.

It wasn't rare for the older boy to climb through Steve's window at random hours and invite himself into Steve's bed so they could cuddle until morning. And it wasn't new for Steve to do so to Eddie, either.

Over just a few months, they had grown impossibly close and Steve would dare to say Eddie was the one who understood him the most and vice versa.

Except, it was never that simple, wasn't it?

It wasn't as if Steve hadn't kissed Eddie in a completely un-platonic way. It wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other since the day Eddie ran away from him, confused and terrified, leaving Steve with even more nightmares.

He sighed, suddenly feeling tired. Who was he kidding anyway? It was a huge mistake to come here after all.

"Yeah," he sniffed. "But I thought I wouldn't be welcomed anymore after what I did to you."

"Steve," said Eddie sharply.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he squeezed his eyes shut and raked his fingers through his sticky hair, using the dull aches to ground himself. "I– Tonight's been a lot. People died, Eddie. And all I could think about was you. As much as I regret driving you away, I'd kiss you again and again even if I were allowed to come back to that day to fix my mistake. Because it had kept you safe and away from me, from dangers. And I swear I'm not trying to make you forgive me out of pity. I know I had screwed up big time. So I'm gonna be out of your hair soo–"

Steve let out a gasp when Eddie suddenly kissed him, staring in shock as Eddie pressed another one on the corner of his mouth, tasting his blood and pain.

"What–"

"I'm aware this is far from the appropriate answer you deserve," Eddie brushed a hair out of Steve's forehead, smiling sadly. "But I couldn't find any way more obvious to tell you the kiss was never a mistake. Because I've been dreaming about it for months and you had granted me exactly what I wanted."

Steve was confused. Because why would Eddie say that? Why would he kiss Steve then when all Steve wanted was to make it right? Why would he look so sad when he had already shattered Steve's heart into pieces?

"Why?" Steve asked softly, unable to hold a grudge when Eddie was looking at him like he hung the moon and stars, overwhelming and nothing he had feared at all.

"I was scared," said Eddie bluntly without needing him to elaborate, always understanding him beyond words. "That's not an excuse for the way I acted with you. I was an ass for going radio silence and leaving you in the dark. As your friend, I should've known to communicate better. But I didn't and I caused you all this pain just because I panicked over a kiss I've been wanting since the first time I saw you."

"I'm really sorry, Sweetheart," said Eddie quietly, hand cradling his face gently like one would hold something precious. "For having been an idiot and a coward. For breaking your trust. For running away. For hurting you."

Leaning into the touch, Steve closed his eyes and breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of old weeds, leather, citrus, and cigarettes, feeling oddly homesick even though he was already home.

He wanted to get mad at Eddie, to demand some kind of compensation for his battered heart; and yet, he was tired, in pain, and about to keel over now the drug in his system had worn off.

However, he was in no shape to hold a serious conversation at the moment and he knew Eddie had noticed it too.

"Let's go take a shower first, okay?" Eddie leaned in and kissed his shoulder. It was so random but Steve still felt his cheeks warm at the intimate gesture.

Somehow, he didn't have the energy to feel embarrassed about it and ended up having Eddie wash his hair for him.

———

After making a call to check in with Robin as promised, he padded into Eddie's room and joined the older boy beneath the quilts and blankets, smiling softly as he thought about all the time he had been in Eddie's bed when he couldn't stand his parents' arguments.

When Eddie pulled him closer, he went willingly and melted into those arms, feeling warm and safe for the first time after two months of staying apart from his best friend.

"I love you," he mumbled into Eddie's chest, too relaxed and sleepy to care about the consequences. Go big or go home, right?

And when Steve finally drifted off, he heard something almost sounded like, "I love you, too."

[cerridwen007]

Hard pill to swallow.

*pics above are from pinterest and are used for aesthetics only.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 2.4k (18+) MINORS DNI!

Summary: Joel helps you fix your problem with swallowing pills.

Notes/Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Soft!Joel vibes, lowkey daddy Joel vibes too, Joel being a teasing, filthy mouthed menace because I said so, mentions of pills (vitamins and hayfever), mentions of gagging/gag reflex, Joel lifts reader, but Joel is huge and hella strong so he can lift anyone, cumplay, oral (m receiving), finger sucking, praise/ nicknames, swearing, no y/n.

A/N: Disclosure, this is fully self indulgent and based on my struggle with swallowing pills and me wanting Joel Miller's dick in my mouth all waking hours.  Was meant to post this before Valentines, but time got the best of me. But I suppose you can consider this my Valentines present from me to you, even though it's not related to valentines at all. I swear this is the second time that writing about my struggles in a fic with Joel, it’s pretty much solved them. He is truly that man. Quickly edited, as always, so sorry if there are any mistakes. Anyways, enough babbling, I hope y'all enjoy, and any interactions with posts are very much appreciated, and I love yall so much. Have a good day bebes. 🫶❤️

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You were embarrassed, to say the least, and annoyed and frustrated. For all of your life, you could never do that one thing that was a simple skill for most people, a simple and usually essential at that. You couldn't swallow pills for the life of you. Many frustrated mornings, well into your early adult years, were spent at the breakfast table with your parents, growing more and more impatient and irritated at your ‘talent’ for not being able to swallow pills no matter how hard you tried. And It's not like you didn't want to swallow pills. No, not at all. 

In fact you wish you could, it would have made your life a hell of lot easier. You would take swallowing pills over having to grind up the assorted pills for hayfever and vitamins into your drink and being forced to intigest the horrible tasting yet beneficial substances, the ones that made your eyes water and your stomach gurgle with just how bad they tasted. 

And trust me you had tried everything, sticking the pill right down your throat, damn near breaking your neck with the force you tilted your head back (to catch your gag reflex “off guard”) nearly watering boarding yourself a couple times, thinking the more water you swallow the easier right? You felt like the oblong white tablets were just ridiculing you at this point. 

You had achieved so much in your life yet you were brought down by your inability to swallow a tiny little thing for your benefit. You had not managed to find a shortage of adults and family members alike telling you, “it's all in your head” and suggesting unwarranted advice. Advice you ended up trying over and over again, knowing it wouldn't work. “It's just like swallowing food” they would say. But you knew damn right it wasn't. I mean you couldn't even swallow gum, so how were you supposed to swallow this?!

Because of all these judgemental looks and passive aggressive comments when it came up in conversation that you couldn't swallow pills, you tended to avoid the topic of conversation completely. It wasn't till a handsome man named Joel Miller came into your life, did you finally manage feel comfortable and unjudged about your inability. 

It had been a while that the two of you had been dating, nearly a year and you had never felt happier. Recently you had moved into his place and had just unfinished packing. It was a peaceful morning in Joel’s and now your own house, the morning sun shining down, warming up the frosted green grass as the birds chirps and, the smell of fresh brewed coffee filled your nostrils. The two of you sat opposite each other, drinking in the peaceful morning. This movie-like paradise was soon brought down in mood as you remembered it was time to take your daily vitamins and tablets. 

You sighed, a frown growing on your face as you anticipated yet another painful morning attempting to swallow some tablets. Joel's face mimics yours when he looks over at you from across the breakfast table. 

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, concerned.

You sigh before explaining yourself.

“I just..I just suck at swallowing pills and I almost always end up having to crush them into a drink or whatever I'm eating and then it's disgusting. I know I'm an adult, I should be able to swallow them by now but I just can’t.” 

You try to blink away the tears from frustration as you talk, not wanting Joel to see you get so upset over something so little and stupid.

He listens with a soft frown on his face and you half expect him to scoff at you and belittle you for not being able to do something so easy. Then he locks eyes with you and sees your watery eyes and instantly his face softens.

“Aww baby, come here.” He holds out his arms and you quickly get up walking round the table to straddle his lap, burying your face into his shoulder, seeking his warming embrace to comfort you. You look up at him, when you feel the tears aren't going to spill out.

“You're not making fun of me or think that I'm being a baby?” 

He cups your face, forcing you to keep his warm gaze. “Now what would make you think that I thought that darling?” He questions.

You feel your throat constricting as you try to explain yourself, cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

“I don't know…I just thought maybe before… you were frowning cause you don’t believe me or something.” You softly respond, embarrassed over the state you're in all over some silly little pills.

“Sweetheart of course I believe ya. I was frowning cause I hate to see my girl upset and struggling, and I was trying to think of some way to help ya.”

You sigh with relief, before resting your head back on Joel's shoulder, you sit there holding each other for a while before you're interrupted by the soft rocking back and forth of Joel's chest as he tries to quietly chuckle underneath you. 

“What’s so funny.” You ask, feeling a little irritated.

“Oh, nothing.” He responds, still with a wide grin.

“No, tell me.” You say, pouting.

He clears his throat and before he speaks in a dark tone, close to your ear sending shivers all throughout your body.

“Just thought of how good of a girl you are when you suck my dick, and how you don’t seem to have a problem swallowing my cum, do ya honey?”

Your eyes widen with the sudden lewd topic of conversation, your cheeks heat up and you lightly slap his chest.

“Joel!” you warn him, but you can't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up a little.

“That's different though.” You say quietly after a beat.

“Oh yeah? Why's that?” His eyes pierced through you, waiting for your answer.

You feel your cunt fluttering at his question, your panties dampening.

“Cause…cause I actually want to swallow your cum.” You softly admit.

He breathes in shakily as a growl-like sound softly rips through his chest. His head falls back and he slowly grinds up into your needy clothed cunt. 

“My dirty little cum slut, aren't you baby?” He groans as he cups your face with his hand.

You nod and he puts his thumb on your bottom lip, slowly dragging it downwards. Your tongue shoots out to lick it before your head dips it to take it into your mouth. You start sucking on it, needily. Needing to have some part of Joel in you.

“Needy too, apparently. Just how I like ya.” He murmurs to mostly himself as he pushes his fingers in deeper and pushes down on your tongue.

Your cunt is throbbing now, but the only thing you can think of right now is taking Joel’s fat cock into your mouth. You try and tell Joel as his thick fingers are stuffed in your mouth, so it ends up coming out as a garbled mess.

“What was that baby?” Joel teases you.

“W-wanna sl-suck your c-cock d-Joel.” 

“Can’t get enough of this fat dick down your throat can you sweetheart?” Joel growls as he removes his fingers.

You shake your head, your hands trailing over Joel's strong chest and biceps. You suck on the spot on his neck that drives him crazy, his hips start lightly thrusting up into you as a result. You grin devilishly, seeing and feeling Joel become a vulnerable mess, under your control is one of your favourite sights in the world. 

You slowly make your way down Joel's body, feeling and touching on every part of him that you can, except where you and him both want too most. When your knees finally hit the floor, you look up at him with an innocent smile. Although Joel knows your the exact opposite, he can’t help his breath stuttering and his heart racing at the stunning sight below him.

You bite your lip as you look to Joel belt, his prominent bulge just below it, silently asking for permission. He nods, spreading his legs wider. You place your hands on his knees and slowly trace your hand over his legs up to his hips, your eyes switching between looking up at Joel and his bulge that has your mouth watering. 

You unbuckle his belt, slowly, loving to tease him. But taking your time and going slow seems to make you more impatient than Joel himself, so you make quick work of unzipping his jeans and shucking them down his thick thighs, while your mouth waters. You swallow harshly, as you uncover Joel's thick and rock-hard package perfectly framed by his black boxers. 

Reaching below his elastic waistband to pull out his cock, you find yourself transfixed once again by his beautiful cock, tip flush dark red, shaft slightly curling upwards as it heavily bobs, just begging to be sucked. Your tongue darts out to slicken your lips. Your hand carefully grasps his length, Joel softly gasps, before your thumb traces over his slit and the white drop of precum, oozing out of it. 

You grin as you lower your head, placing a few teasing kisses around his head before you raise his cock up high enough that you can lick from between his balls all the way up to his slit. He shudders above you, his hand gently caressing your hair, grounding himself and connecting himself more to you, as if his dick in your mouth isn't enough. 

You let your saliva gather to the front of your mouth before slightly parting your lips to let the warm glob drip onto his flesh. You see his thighs flex from the corner of your eye as your palm encases him, spreading your moisture all over the veiny muscle. Starting out with slow hard strokes, and building it up faster, your hand struggles to meet around his girth. 

Your mouth finally latches onto his tip, tongue swirling around the bulbous head, making Joel groan deeply. You help unleash even more depraved sounds from deep in Joel's chest when your other hand reaches out to massage his hefty balls. All this encompassing stimulation has Joel racing towards the edge, his mouth spewing out dirty words and praises as he comes oh so close to his high.

“Ugh. Fuck yeah. Atta girl.”

“Just like that baby. F-fuck me that feels g-good.” 

“Fuck… I love the feel of your hot, wet mouth on my cock.”

“Going to make my heart go out on me, with how fucking heavenly your making me feel, baby.”

He clenches the muscles in his body as he tries to starve off his release long as possible, needing to tell you something first.

“Sweetheart, look at me. I-I’m going to need you to hold all my cum in your mouth baby when I finish-h. C-can you do that for me s-sweet girl?” He chokes out.

You nod slightly and moan around him, before returning to bobbing wildly on his pulsing cock. Loving the salty, musky taste of him, your pussy clenches thinking about the even more salty and delicious load soon to be filling your mouth.

You take him as deep he will go, your eyes tearing up as your throat constricts around him. You feel his balls tighten under your hand and you let his cock out ever so slightly so only his tip is encased by your stretched lips.

And before you know it Joel’s coming, a long string of curse words and moans pouring out his mouth as he does so. Your hand continues to stroke him, milking him for all he's worth. Till he is hissing through his teeth, his now spent cock sensitive and raw. 

The urge to swallow his spend is strong, but your need to listen to and please Joel stands stronger. You keep it all in your mouth, cheeks bulging out a little with how full they are.

Joel, still breathing heavily, bends over you so he can inspect your warming checks and watery eyes, you look completely wrecked and he loves it. He hums in delight seeing you patiently sitting beneath him waiting for his next instruction.

He reaches over the table to where you were sitting before leaning down closer to you again. His thumb and forefinger reaches out and takes a hold of your chin, tilting it a bit higher.

“Did so good for me sweet girl, but I need you to do one more thing for me, okay?” He whispers, his warm and inviting eyes making you melt further into the floor.

You nod in response, watching his other hand come down in front of your face, opening up to reveal your pills. He softly demands you to open your mouth, to which you oblige, before carefully placing the few pills into your cum filled mouth.

He tilts up chin so your mouth closes and seals your lips with his thumb, before moving his hand to the side of your jaw, rubbing soft circles over your cheekbone.

“Okay, I'm going to need you to be a good girl and swallow that for me.”

You give the best soft smile you can muster with a mouth full of cum before you begin to swallow Joel’s cum in small amounts, your eyes fluttering close in concentration.

 “That's it…. Good girl. Swallow it all, baby. Don’t wanna waste a drop do ya now?” He encourages you, eyes transfixed to your throat swallowing all of his cum and the pills.

The pills going down so easily you didn't feel them shocks you, as you open your eyes to a smiling, starry-eyed Joel looking down at you softly. A wide smile mimicking his, spreads over your face, before you open your mouth to reveal it, now empty, to Joel.

He reaches down to pick you up from your armpits, placing you on his lap again. You giggle as he places lots of kisses all over your face and nuzzles his nose into yours.

“I’m so proud of you my sweet, darling girl. Did so good.”

“Thank you, Joel.” You coo back, sighing softly with relief and happiness over your achievement.

“Guess we know now how to get you to swallow your pills every morning, don't we baby?” Joel teases you, holding you close to his chest as he kisses your temple.

“Indeed we do.” You reply, giggling, before resting your head on Joel's warm and sturdy chest, basking in the love and warmth of your lover.

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[xesiarah]

“˚₊‧ UNLUCKY ENCOUNTER ‧₊˚ ”

Yan!Loser oc x Reader

Synopsis — some call it a coincidence, some say it's fate, but I say it's absolute utter fucking, bullshit.

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"I'm sorry."

The other line hangs up, the irrational telephone beep ringing against your ear as you genuinely start feeling the symptoms of hysteria bubbling up your chest and clamming up your breathing. At this point you definitely wouldn't say no to a fucking lobotomy.

This week has been feeling like the universe is actively trying to kill you off, like as if already getting coffee spilled on you wasn't bad enough; You, in this modern age and time having to use the telephone because your phone was snatched, along with your favorite handbag, containing the newly expensive perfume you brought still half full, and then just now your partner of 2 years breaks up with you after you asked them for help because you tripped on a rock, resulting on a sprained ankle and having to distressingly limp all the way to the phone booth.

Coincidence? Yeah, I think not. Just before this hell week was 3 days after your best friend ditched you for her new boyfriend, 4 days after you fucked up an important exam, and A WEEK after you befriended that jackass freak at school. Losing a few people here and there was to be expected but, c'mon! Isn't this just a new form of torture? You're sure that he was the one that caused all this, who else is to blame!? Maybe the rumor that said he must have all that hair to hide the dent he got when he was dropped as a baby was true, I mean. He probably performed some dark sorcery on you for whatever reason.. or maybe he's a sick masochist that fucks over people who don't treat him like an accused witch during the Salem Witch Trials. — Seriously, it was as if the universe's will to make that mfs life a living hell has rubbed off on you. But you know what, yeah.. It's fine, you can live with this.

Or not. Your alarm blaring for you to awaken gladly disturbs your nightmarish slumber, this is the 3rd time. The THIRD TIME! You've dreamt about him. — of that freak that brought you to your misery, who knows, what if dreaming about him more then once was some sort of bad omen? The 3rd time being on the first day of the week nonetheless. Of course the birds are extra chirper, you thought that maybe they're basking on your torment, if they were, you hope stray bullets manages to shoot all of them dead because we aren't having that kind of bullshit today. — You have finally devised a plan to avoid Satan's reincarnate for the rest of the school year as if they were carrying a covid variant. Finally getting that horrendous goblin off your back would feel like it's the second coming of Christ, and you're not about to let any twinks get in the way of living your life free from any agony inducing minger either.

You manage to find the will to exist. Entering the gates of your school muttering prayers to God, and whatever other deity that’s listening, to please not let you set sights of his probably-smells-like-cheese, greasy ass hair, the overgrown bangs covering ⅔ of his hazel eyes that always seemed to bother you, he even has those weird Incel glasses on.. maybe that one rumor that said he had some sort of eye fungus just makes this all more oddly debatable. You wander through the empty hallways, not seeing a single student kinda unsettles you. — makes sense though, It's pretty early, and you've never seen him around this time so, the coast is clear, for now, or so you thought. — You were approaching the rows of vending machines all pushed up against the back of the building when you caught a glimpse of a silhouette you're all too familiar with, he seems to be sketching something, not that you totally cared for whatever it was. You shrug, but when you were about to turn to leave he gets up and walks towards the boys bathroom, leaving his precious notebook unattended, out in the open, where anyone could take a peak... Just a little peak, alright? You tiptoed, walking towards it in longer strides to minimize your footsteps, upon getting closer, you notice the front page already wide open, as if he purposely left it like that, — that should've been the first red flag. Because inspecting it a little further made your jaw slack, the thing he was sketching.. was you. "What the fuck, I look amazing." You mutter, it's a little creepy but you're flattered with the way he straight up beautified you, admiring it for a little longer then you should've had was a mistake though, because just when you took your eyes off of the notebook, you see him literally lurking and hiding behind the bathroom's entrance. He's wide-eyed, and a huge creepy grin plastered on his face. — Genuinely scaring the flattery out of you and making you bolt straight to the opposite direction on instinct, the way he looked at you literally triggered your flight or fight. The sound of your fast footsteps filled the hallways, your heart going pitter-patter, quite literally about to burst out your chest. Fuck. Just your luck. Guess this won't be an easy day to get through.

Morning lectures are finally over. Which means you can finally celebrate the fact that you pushed through and made it to lunchtime! It was still agonizing nonetheless, waiting around corners to let him pass kind of felt like you're stalking him, can't say that you didn't get any weird looks either. The worse part was definitely him searching and skimming through the halls, asking everyone for your whereabouts, half of them made themselves look busy so he wouldn't approach them, and the other half straight up ran the opposite direction as if he threatened to bite their toes or something. Weirdly enough, most of them ended up slipping on wet floor, which just further gives in to your suspicion of him practicing dark sorcery. Anyways, you're proud of the little progress you made, and that's all that matters for now.

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Lucian sits alone, his table is tucked away in the very corners of the cafeteria, no one even daring to glance at his direction, he used to typically eat in the bathrooms but nobody wants him in their presence to the point that they all stand up and leave when he approaches a table. — there's just this weird air surrounding the dude that automatically repels people away, and no it's not body oder dammit! He just gets greasy fast, and probably for threatening to unalive a teacher but that isn't important! The love of his life is avoiding him! He chews on his fingernails as he ponders, possible reasons fill his head, and they aren't very good ones. — Did someone make you do this? Is there someone else...? That surely can't be. That's just cheating isn't it? You love him after all! He saw the glint in your eyes when you looked at the portrait he drew of you. He could even show you his shrine! Made just for you, containing such precious things you lost! — His excessive chewing of his fingernails grow desperate to the point of drawing blood, he grimaces at the sight of crimson streaks, wiping it on the sleeves of his hoodie. — it just can't be. Why would you do him wrongly like this? You smiled at him, you laughed with him instead of AT him, you sat together.. So why!? Are you gonna leave him like his mother did..? Was that all a joke to you..? He just couldn't accept this, you aren't that kind of person! You know what, he finally snaps. he just has to hear an answer from you. — "He's right behind me, isn't he?" The person right Infront of you nods, and immediately scurries away. At this point you're frozen in place, what the fuck do you do? Just make a run for it? "Can we please talk..?" He speaks behind you, his hand is on your shoulder. You swallow, the remaining bits of your conscience crumbling as you fucking make a run for it, aggressive footsteps follow behind and you realize HE'S CHASING AFTER YOU. You have never let out such a gut wrenching scream than what you just did in this exact moment. — You hide behind a wall, thinking you've lost him. Not until a hand grabs onto your arm.

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He caught you. He has you pinned against the wall, not in a shoujo cutsy romantic way, he looks as if he's a starved vampire about to chomp on your neck, and not in a good way. Just no fucking way this scrawny mf outran you. Another 'unfortunately' for you too, the Gods did not answer your prayers. You're trapped in between the arms of the man you swore to avoid like the plague for the rest of the school year, this was definitely not on your 2024 bingo list. You didn't even last till' the end of the day and that lowkey hurts your pride. — But holy smokes, they say that you experience something new everyday, and this is the first time you've seen him up close, messy bedroom hair, teary eyes that looked like he hasn't slept since the first star wars movie came out. Wowza. If he actually made an effort, or if he didn't have such unsettling vibes, you can't lie, he'd be a revelation hottie. — ... Shit. Not the time to be thinking about his potential glow up. — Poor guy, watching him trying to maintain eye contact but just failing horribly is kinda cute.

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The fuck? Your face scrunches up just after you snap back out of, whatever that was. Seriously.. say WHAT now? That was a demon possession right there, you need to stop acting as if his existence didn't just cause your downfall unprovoked. "You're avoiding me.." His voice disrupts the silent war you were having with yourself. It sounded meek, he genuinely looked like a shivering wet dog, with those.. tears boiling up his eyes, and.. quivering lips. Fuck. What if you'd just slide down his arms and escape? Hell no, if someone walked in they'd think you were giving him a blowjob and that's honestly worse then whatever's going on right now. "A-Answer me!" He yells(?) hesitantly, the dude genuinely looks like he's about to burst into tears any minute, you're surprised how he somehow grew the balls to yell at you though. "Okay, dude I'm sorry..?" — It's sad how he goes ballistic over a 'friendship' that lasted a week, but he did show you the list of student names he wanted to glock, and you listened to some of his nerdy ramblings, so you guess he did cherish your short time together even if you gave him absolutely zero fucks. — he goes completely quiet for a minute before he finally bursts out crying, fat tears are running through his acne filled face as he drops to the ground. "I really just wanted a someone-" He says in-between hiccups, he's crying as if you killed his mom or something. You decided to just wait it out until he grew tired but his wails started growing louder till' you were forced to crouch down and comfort him. "H-hey, uhm.." Fuck. Screw it. You know what, Who cares if your life starts crashing down, it already was unsalvageable from the very beginning anyway. Everyone needs a friend and you're too nice for this. You finally give in, breathing in a sigh of defeat. "How can I fix this?" His cries shimmer down and you swear to fucking God you think you just saw him flash a smirk. This bitch looks like he's bout to spit out the most outta pocket bullshit. — and he indeed did not disappoint. The two unexpected words coming out of his mouth just further inspires you to jump off a bridge. "d-date.. me."

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Maybe hiring a hitman on yourself wouldn't be so bad.

[radioisntdead]

Too sweet

Alastor x gn reader,

Warnings!!

Mild ooc, reader is dessert themed also kinda imagining they have eyes that resemble 1930's animation but that's just me, casual backstory drop in the middle that's just never brought up again, death, pacing is a little off, Alastor is prepared with angelic steel this time! It does not help whatsoever!

Song: Too sweet

It wasn't a secret that Alastor strongly disliked sweet things, it wasn't a complete hatred but he wouldn't willingly eat any, he preferred bitter things.

It can't be said I'm an early bird

You were as sweet as pure sugar, with that oh so charming smile of yours, your big ol' cartoony eyes, eccentric and positive attitude, not to mention you were quite literally dessert themed, Cake themed outfits, frosted purses, phone case adorned with spackled frosting, sprinkles and charms.

It's ten o'clock before I say a word

You were the most recent addition to the hotel, a few of the hotel's residents didn't quite understand how someone as sweet as you could've ended up in hell, it was theorized that maybe it was an act, a honey coated trap that would lead to the hotel demise or something.

Baby, I can never tell

That was thrown out rather quickly when you kept the same sweetheart persona even when alone, it was just how you were.

How do you sleep so well?

It was concerning to a certain few hotel residents when it was discovered that you had a thing for the Radio demon,

The way your eyes would linger on him for a moment too long, the way you would gaze at him love evident in your eyes.

You keep telling me to live right

Husk gave you a warning one night at the bar, you were sipping on a drink that had more sugar then any drink should, he was cleaning up the bar.

"Look kid, Alastor is a bad decision, this won't end well for you."

"I know." You had responded, twirling around that sickly sweet drink of yours

You weren't naive like your personality seemed to make people think, you knew Alastor was a bad idea, bad news, he was a cannibalistic murderer for heaven's sake!

To go to bed before the daylight

But it was alright to have a small crush that you wouldn't act on, it'd pass eventually but for now it wasn't bad to fantasize about dancing with him, cooking together or about doing something unholy like handholding! Nothing would become of it, you didn't have a good history with relationships anyways.

But then you wake up for the sunrise

Charlie was supportive of your little crush, she had found out about it after accidentally overhearing you drunkenly tell Angel Dust about it, that sugary little drink really did a number on you.

She decided she would try to push you and Alastor together, gently, She was such a great wingman!

After all Alastor tolerated you more than anyone else in the hotel so that's a indication that you might have a chance right? A truly slim one but a chance nonetheless!

You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then

When Alastor began enjoying your company a little too much for his liking it was like he, from his prospective had been thrown into a horror movie and trapped with little to no way out.

He enjoyed some of your antics and reactions.

Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake?

You were helpful around the hotel, helping out with advertising, you'd proofread scripts he had written for his radio broadcast, every time you went out for a treat you brought back some type of pastry or snack for the hotel residents, in particular you'd travel all the way to cannibal town to pick up something for Alastor, you didn't have too, but you did.

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

As time went on the feelings didn't fade, especially since Charlie heavily suggested that the two of you should work together on hotel related things, and that pinwheeled into the two of you spending more time together, getting closer, and eventually you began to avoid Alastor, you had a tendency to ditch the people you were fond of in a way usually in a cruel fashion, you didn't mean too, truly! But you did and you didn't want to risk it with Alastor for his sake and yours.

If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great

You were a known partier back in your day, you died back in the heights of the roaring twenties where you had the money and privileges to go to lavish parties where anyone who was anyone could attend much like the parties Gatsby held in the great Gatsby, you lived what some folks thought the roaring twenties were all about, Flappers, speakeasies, parties and short-lived prosperity.

You were in your twenties, rebellious and reckless, drinking any drink given to you, playing around with people's emotions with those sickly sweet words of yours, taking whatever substance you were given, and a year before the stock market crash, you were found dead on the dancefloor poisoned by a former darling of yours who didn't like that you had left them because things were getting 'too serious' for you.

You didn't handle death well, and in order to keep at least some of your sanity you went to hurling yourself onto the hellish party scene, frequenting speakeasies, trying to keep some sense of what you knew, repeating harmful cycles, but you couldn't do it forever.

And so you gave up the party scene around the mid 40's, burning bridges and leaving behind many scorned people behind.

You were more unstable back then, but you had improved, at least you thought you did taking up the sweet attitude by a couple notches, switching from drinking alcohol each day to drinking sweet smoothies or milkshakes.

You cleaned up your act and you were continuing to keep it clean especially as you checked into the hotel.

No one there knew about your track record and you would like to keep it that way.

But while in this world

The avoidance didn't last long since Alastor cornered you asking why and you blabbered out your feelings in one big ramble.

And that was that.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

Charlie was ecstatic to learn that you and Alastor had gotten together, Others were concerned particularly Husk, his bets were that either Alastor would end up owning your soul, you'd become just as twisted as Al or you'd end up dead.

None of them would end well for you.

My coffee black and my bed at three

The two of you were opposites, while he took his coffee black and bitter you loaded yours up with milk, sugar and whatever other toppings you wished, when he stayed awake for multiple days in end you snoozed away at night, when he was threatening someone who was messing with the hotel you were trying to defuse the situation with sweet words.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor didn't like sweet things, but he didn't mind you and your sugary sweetness, infact you could say he was growing a little bit of a sweet tooth.

Just the sight of your sweet little smile was enough to cause a slight ache in his heart and that fact that you could be called his now was just wonderful!

You're too sweet for me

He could see himself getting used to all this sweetness, he just needed to make sure no one knew that.

I take my whiskey neat

You smiled, listening intently and sipping on your sweet alcoholic drink while Alastor recounted an encounter he had, a glass of whiskey in his hand whooshing around as he spoke.

My coffee black and my bed at three

It was after a hotel game night mixed with alcohol, the two of you were tired and intoxicated, you were a giggly drunk, laughing at the most mundane things, Alastor was escorting you to your room and much to his surprise it was a challenge as you would stop every few steps to laugh at how the crack in the wall looked like a giraffe or how that stain on the carpet looked like a birthday cake!

You're too sweet for me

By the time he had finally gotten you to your room he was exhausted, you kicked off your shoes leaving them on your floor as you dived into your bed, reveling in the comfortable blankets.

Alastor rolled his eyes as he entered your room leaning down to pick up your discarded shoes to properly put them away in your woredrob, he intended to leave to his own room but you reached out your arms to him making grabby hands, he walked over and leaned in to see what you wanted only for you to suddenly grab him, pulling him down and covering him in the blankets before promptly passing out with your arm wrapped around one of his.

You're too sweet for me

He was going to get up, he truly was but he hadn't slept in hell knows how many days now, and the bed was warm, before he knew it his eyelids were drooped. His shadow thankfully decided to close the door to your room.

I aim low, I aim true and the ground's where I go

The next morning he was greeted by you humming while gently petting his fluffy ears, he wasn't sure you knew he was awake at that point, but he rather liked having his ears petted, at least by you and it wouldn't hurt to savor this moment for just a few more minutes before the two of you would have to deal with the duties that the day held for you.

I work late where I'm free from the phone, and the job gets done

Alastor preferred to have his radio broadcast aired in the morning but sometimes he wouldn't get the chance too, [Maybe he indulged a little too much in his morning time with you]

He would air around eight pm and sometimes you would hang around his tower, doing whatever activity you had brought along until he was done and the two of you would walk back to the hotel, maybe grabbing a bite to eat.

But you worry some, I know

Other nights you would turn on the radio in his room and curl up in a blanket on the leather chair he had, closing your eyes and listening to his oddly soothing voice.

But who wants to live forever, babe?

Alastor didn't particularly believe that heavens gates would accept sinners even if they were redeemed, but nothing is impossible and he, although he doubted it, could be wrong and the Hazbin hotel could be a success in redeeming sinners left and right and you were one of the residents checked in for redemption.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

Alastor moved a piece of your hair away from your face, careful not to disturb your sleeping position on his chair, he could admit to himself that he had gotten attached to you, and he couldn't just have his darling little partner leave him behind to fraternize with the winners above now could he?

The rest of you like you're the TSA

He picked you up from the chair and moved you over to his bed, tucking you in.

If anyone in this damned place could get redeemed it was you.

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong

And Alastor, well he wasn't the type to be looking for redemption or redeemed, he was even less of the type to blindly follow someone somewhere even if it was you.

He did wish he could see his mother who obviously was in heaven but that simply just wasn't in the cards for him, it was tragic but he did murder people, he died while burying a body after all!

You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

Alastor cut into the dead deer he had just sat on his table, he was about to take a bite when he caught a glimpse of you shooting up from his bed looking around in hasty panic before you visibly calmed at the sight of him, with one of your signature surgery sweet smiles that caused swirls in his heart you bid him a good morning.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

Alastor strolled into the hotel after a day of errands, only to see everyone cluttered together looking at something you were holding that he couldn't see, you noticed him and waved him over, grinning as you held the red creature in your arms that looked strikingly like Alastor, you went on a small tangent about how you had found the little guy while taking a stroll around the hotel.

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait

In all honesty he wanted to hurl the creature out the window but you were stubborn in saying that the two of you should keep the catlike creature immediately dubbing it as your son much to Alastor's displeasure.

Until that day

He and the little creature begun a little rivalry, whenever he had his arm around you that thing would try and headbutt it off.

On the plus side you had taken to dressing the little one up in ridiculous little outfits, usually to match you or Alastor, from dessert themed outfits to Alastor's signature suit.

The creature did not like being dressed the majority of the time as the little thing felt it was taken less seriously thanks to the outfits.

It was right, when the little one would strut around the hotel he was usually awe'd over by Charlie and Sir Pentious.

I'd rather take my whiskey neat

Time flew by as extermination day drew closer, preparing became the focus in the hotel, coating weapons in angelic steel, in particular you had a axe that you covered with dessert themed charms finding it funny, because imagine getting taken out with a dessert themed axe of all things!

My coffee black and my bed at three

You had just barely convinced Alastor to prepare to use an angelic weapon, borderline begging him to do so, you didn't know what you'd do if he got taken out or injured because he was too prideful and foolish to use angelic steel in some way.

You're too sweet for me

He just couldn't say no to you when you looked at him with those cartoonish eyes that reminded him of 1930's animation and surgery sweet smile!

You're too sweet for me

It was the night before extermination, everyone was ready, living this night as if they were going to die tomorrow, which they probably will but they had something to fight for! You indulged on the classic surgery sweet drink that you always got, sipping on it as Niffty declared Alastor king roach leading to you chuckling.

I take my whiskey neat

It was the time where everyone retired, laying in bed you gently brushed a hand through his awful haircut, the two of you chatted about what could happen tomorrow and what the two of you would do afterwards because obviously the two of you didn't intend on dying.

You let out a yawn, deciding to call it a night you gave Alastor a light peck before laying your head on your pillow.

My coffee black and my bed at three

Alastor channeled his inner Edward Cullen and watched you sleep, blanket curled around you, that little creature was snoozing by you, dressed in a onesie that you had obviously put on him.

He didn't say it often, or at all honesty but he adored you, the only sweet thing he would willingly indulge in.

He would do anything to protect you, you would survive the extermination, he would make sure of it.

You're too sweet for me

He, infact did not make sure of it.

It was during his little encounter with Adam, the first man had gone to attack him but you had ran in, taking the hit for Alastor.

Resulting in a large gash in your stomach, blood pooled around you as Alastor got a few hits on Adam before turning to you, clutching your body as shadows overtook the two of you, taking you to his radio tower.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor scrambled, his usual composed self gone as you were actively bleeding out, he tried to stop the bleeding but you had already lost too much.

I take my whiskey neat

He held you as he demanded to know why the hell you would jump Infront of him.

You simply smiled, lifting your hand to touch his face, you said three simple words that would be your last, the last thing you saw was Alastor's strained smile.

My coffee black and my bed at three

Husk was right, it would end one of three ways, either Alastor ended up with your soul, you became just as twisted or you died.

And many died that day, the hazbin hotel lost two of its residents, Sir Pentious and you.

Sir Pentious had died for his friends and you had died for the person you loved, sacrifices that landed the two of you into heaven.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor sat in his newly built radio tower, that damned creature that you had brought by his side.

He had managed to survive the hotel collapsing, good for him, unfortunately the person that brought him there didn't survive, and now he was stuck with Alastor, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing anymore.

You're too sweet for me

Alastor despised sweet things, they were filled with sickly sweet sugar that would leave cavities behind in it's wake, even after being brushed away it would still leave some damage like you did, you left him like you had left others before only this time it was unwillingly, you were the sweetest thing he'd ever known, he made a unfortunately decision to get attached to you and now he paid the consequences, he would be unintentionally haunted by you, reminded of you every time he saw the portrait they hung of you in the hotel along with Sir Pentious or even with the cat that looked like him.

He wouldn't be making the mistake of falling for someone again that was for sure.

It's not like he could if he wanted to anyways.

Good evening folks! I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote it all in one day, I didn't write it because I got tired but the reader is totally fighting people to go back to Alastor, just "I JUST DIED AFTER TELLING HIM I LOVED HIM, THAT IS TRAUMATIZING"

[angelpuns]

50au Part 24

TW FOR VIOLENCE/FIGHTING/BRIEF CHOKING

Leo was having a hard time keeping up with….everything. Struggling to parse what was real and what wasn’t. 

If he weren't in so much pain he'd wonder if those birds really had done him in and he wasn't lying in the med bay imagining all this. Alone and practically comatose.

But his leg and his head and everything ached too badly for it to be a dream or some kind of weird hallucination. 

He wasn't sure his brain could make half this stuff up anyway. 

Donnie and Mikey had explained everything to the rat, who had then promised to help. After he took a nap, of course.  

Everyone seemed a little pissed off at that, but Leo was relieved. He already hated having to rely on a bunch of strangers that insisted they were family, he didn't want to add another into the mix. Even if he was Lou Jitsu ( which Leo really didn't believe that part of all this) 

Hell, maybe Jupiter Jim was uncle and was really a snake or something. 

The rest of the day was spent planning, for the most part. 

Donnie figured out exactly when he seemed to reset and said it was a breakthrough, though Leo didn't know how exactly it would help. He was going to forget either way, and it wasn't as if they could prevent it happening. Until Donnie said he was going to have Leo stay up past that point and see if it made a difference. 

Annoying, but Leo was at these guys’ mercy and all. 

He did learn a lot throughout the day. 

Mikey was a good cook. He was also the youngest. And even though he had this emotional maturity thing going, Leo could tell he was one wrong move from crying about this entire thing. 

The big guy, Raph, was the oldest. And he was super over protective and kept treating Leo like he'd break. He also wasn't as touchy-feeling as Mikey, but Leo figured if was more because of the circumstances and that Raph would hug him til he popped if he had the chance. 

Donnie was the really interesting one. They were twins, which Leo was guessing on based on a lot of context. Stuff from the montage, the way Donnie acted and the way he seemed to mumble ‘my Dumdum twin’ under his breath whenever he got the chance. He was really smart, too, Leo could barely keep up with half the stuff he talked about. 

At first he thought Donnie might be the leader, but Raph seemed to be more in charge than he was letting on. But the dynamic was still weird. Mikey definitely wasn't the leader. Leo figured he couldn't have been, because what Leader would get himself shot with a curse and then run around avoiding his problems all the time? He definitely wasn't leader material. 

Not that it mattered, because Raph had already told him they weren't going anywhere today. 

There was also the issue of Baron Draxum, the villain that had thrown Leo off of a roof and overall was just an untrustworthy bastard. They all thought it was weird that he remembered Draxum, but Leo didn't trust the guy as far as he could throw him. He definitely wasn't family. 

But he was helping them for some reason, and Leo was forced to let the yokai into his home to do so. Even if the thought made him want to be sick and made the panic and anxiety he'd been holding back all day simmer dangerously beneath the surface. 

Baron Draxum was working on the cleansing salve and promised he was almost done, that they could do the ritual tomorrow. Leo didn't like the sound of Draxum doing anything with his head, much less going into his memories. 

He brought it up with Donnie that night, while Donnie fixed the camera in the corner of his room. 

“ Are we sure it has to be him? Don't you all have any other yokai family members that weren't literally evil….?” Leo muttered, huddled in the corner of his bed. 

It was dark in the lair now. Everyone else had gone to sleep, while Donnie had Leo stay up so he could observe the resetting. 

His thought was that, maybe if Leo didn't sleep, the reset wouldn't be able to happen. Even if it was time based. 

“ Sadly, no. I would personally not love Draxum rooting around in your head either, even though I respect him as a fellow scientist and all,” Donnie answered, sitting on the edge of Leo's bed and prying apart the camera, “ but he's the only person we really know that can do all that mystic bullshit,” 

“ This all would have been so much easier if it were some kind of clinical mishap. At least then you'd be showing progress at this point, and we could probably fix it with surgery or something,” he huffed, holding up the light, “ there. You're going to forget it's up there, but at least you won't get freaked out again by the light,” 

Donnie started to put the camera back together with a sigh, still rambling. 

Leo got the feeling it helped him calm down. Even though he didn’t really understand why, he was feeling slightly calmed by whatever Donnie was going on about. Even if he was having a hard time keeping up and his head throbbed. 

“At least tomorrow we can do the ritual and put this all behind us. I've already got plans in case you somehow have lasting side effects, and of course a medical plan for your leg,” He clicked the last piece in place and headed to remount it to the wall, “ which you're obviously going to have to follow, Nardo. You were a terrible patient after the- when you got hurt, and we will not be having a repeat of that. I'm sure Dr. Feelings has his own plans about the emotional effects of all this and-”

Leo didn't have a chance to ask who Dr. Feelings was. 

The world went silent, Leo slumping forward like- 

Leo blinked awake, hunched over in the corner of his bed, his knees up to his chest. Someone was talking, but he must have just left his TV on, because who could possibly be talking? 

He fumbled for the remote on his nightstand, blinking away the sleep and fiddling with the power button. But when he pressed it, the noises didn't stop. In fact, the TV turned on when he did that, the fuzzy static making him frown. He turned it back off.

Someone was talking. Someone was in his room. 

In the corner of his room, in the dark, loomed a figure. They were tall and thin and shadowed, and Leo's first thought was that it was some kind of sleep paralysis demon. But he could move plenty, and his leg was starting to ache so badly that his knew he wasn't asleep. 

Leo rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to clear them, focusing in on the figure with a grimace. Still tall and still shadowed, but less threatening when he saw  a purple hoodie and the fact that the person was standing on a small step stool. At first he couldn't see what they were doing. But as they stepped down to admire their work, he understood. They were installing a camera.

In his room. Where he was sleeping. 

To watch him and-and do know god knows what with the information. 

Leo sat as still as he could, the figure suddenly turning to face him. They were a mutant like him, maybe even a turtle if he had to guess. Three fingers, green skin, a tail. No shell, as far as Leo could tell. Unless it was hidden well beneath the hoodie. But that didn't matter much, because all he could think was how someone could be in his room. 

The figure stared at him for a moment, no longer rambling to themselves. 

“ ‘Nardo, you okay?” They murmured, voice dropping to something closer to a whisper. 

Leo swallowed down the rising panic, glancing around the room for his swords. They weren't here. He always kept them by his bed, so why weren't they…?

Leo turned back to the mutant. This guy must have hidden them. He must have planned this so that Leo couldn't fight back…couldn't run. 

“ wh-who are you?” He asked, pieces of a plan starting to fall together. He had to fight. The mutant wasn't much bigger than him. He could fight, even if he was never good at hand to hand combat. He just had to lower this guy's guard first. If he could get him monologuing, then surely it'd be an easy fight. 

“ what are you doing in my room?” 

“ shit, did you reset?” they suddenly seemed panicked, quickly checking some sort of strange tech on their arm, “ I must have miscalculated, you weren't supposed to reset for another hour, at least-”

Now. 

Leo launched himself off the bed and at the stranger, hands outstretched to grapple him. The mutant shrieked in surprise, and Leo took him to the ground easily.

It hurt his leg, bad, but he had to fight! He wasn't gonna let this guy get away with whatever evil surveillance shit he had planned! 

“ ‘Nardo, stop- you've got to listen to me-” the mutant growled, teeth snapping dangerously at Leo's hands. He quickly grabbed their wrists and held them to the ground, far too relieved that the mutant didn't have a weapon on them, “ Leo-”

They kicked and twisted under him, but Leo was stronger. He quickly moved to straddle their legs, wincing when they kicked Hus injured one a little too hard. 

“Fuck- WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOME!?” Leo growled, leg wound throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He held his position though, the mutant struggling against him. 

“ L-Leo, it's me! I know you're confused, but I'm your brother” the mutant whined, hands clenching with the effort it was taking to fight him. They were a lot stronger than they looked, Leo straining to keep them from moving. “ Leo, please! Let-let me explain!” 

They sounded scared. And terribly desperate. 

It unexpectedly grated on Leo's nerves, a feeling like pity growing inside him. No, no he could not feel bad for this guy! A mutant who was lying to him and had literally invaded his home! 

“ tell me the truth Or I’ll kill you” Leo hissed, trying not to think too hard about the pain or the pity or the nagging feeling in the back of his head that made him want to hear this guy out, “ what were you doing with the camera? How'd you get in here?” 

The mutant let out a shaky sigh, “ I am your brother. You were cursed to forget your family and-” 

“STOP LYING!” Leo reeled his fist back and punched the mutant hard, trying not to focus on how the crack beneath his fist  made him feel sick, “ YOU'RE NOT MY BROTHER!” 

Blood gushed from the murant’s nose, their eyes widened and panicked. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, the sight of it making him feel so fucking sick and he didn't know why. 

This mutant was going to hurt him if he didn't hurt them first. They were going to watch him and use the information to get him. He knew it, he already knew their plan, so he had  to fight back while he had the upper hand. 

He reeled back to punch the mutant again, but they stuck an arm out to stop him, grabbing at his neck and trying to choke him. But they were too hesitant, like they were afraid they'd hurt him. 

Too bad Leo wasn’t afraid to hurt them. 

He threw another punch, but the mutant tightened their fingers and he choked at the last second, nearly missing their cheek. 

Leo let go with his other hand to try and wrench their hands away from his neck, suddenly sucking in a panicked breath. This reminded him too much of- he couldn't breath and it was just like-

Leo squeezed his shut, his throat closing despite the mutant barely squeezing.

He tried not to think about it. Just fight. Fight this guy, don't think about how similar it feels to- 

Something pricked his neck and Leo opened his eyes, the mutant let go of his neck and pushed him off, scrambling away from him. 

He felt dizzy. 

“You-” Leo rasped out, but he couldn't make the words work. He couldn't move. Everything seemed to be falling down around him, the world going dark. 

And then he was nowhere. 

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lemme know if this needs more warnings. uuuuh yeah I wanted to write this part bad cause haha there will be consequences to Leo's actions ;) Regardless of whether he remembers them or not

I hope this bit isn't too OOC for Leo specifically, I think if he were cornered he could get real real violent so. Yeah.

Also I drew a doodle for this (which is why I wanted to write this bit) TW FOR VIOLENCE/CHOKING BELOW

Sorry Donnie you are also getting more traumatized :/

Part 1 | Part 23 | Part 25

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have yourself a merry little christmas (jamie tartt x f! reader) ficmas 2023

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prompt: you and jamie are forced to participate in a holiday talent show

a/n: feeling very sad bc i'm not at i was feeling festive in mystic falls but this made me feel slightly okay. i wish this was better but i hope it's okay though *cries* also here are the videos i was referencing throughout this fic video 1 video 2.

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You're still determining whose idea it was to have a holiday talent contest with the Richmond team, but whoever it was had your most profound hatred. Not because you wouldn't enjoy watching the team make fools of themselves, but because now you were pressured to participate.

It happened about a week ago when you stayed late at the facility. You stayed late to finish a project for Rebecca and noticed later how low the sun had gotten. Peering out your window, you swore over the passing sunset. Fatigue plagued you, and you knew you'd probably just pass out in bed when you got home. Deciding to freshen yourself up, you ventured downstairs to the kit room, where you knew Will kept extra towels. You just wanted to wash your face, waking up your bleary eyes for the road. As you entered the room to grab a towel, you could hear voices from the showers.

Should you have walked into the men's room? Probably not. But you were always curious, and you were already in the room by the time you felt any hesitancy. Peering around one of the corners, you could hear the soft sounds of singing coming from one of the stalls. The raining water dampened the sound slightly, but it didn't suppress the beauty of the voice you heard.

"Birds flying high, you know how I feel..."

Whoever was singing sounded like an angel. You didn't even know that any of the boys were singers, but now you were more than intrigued. You got lost in the singing, your back pressed against the tile wall, to the point that you were late to notice the sound of the shower turning off. Snapping out of your reverie, you waited until said player left to compliment their singing. Of course, said player ended up being Jamie Tartt.

"What the hell, Y/N!" Jamie swore, a hand held over his heart as he came around the corner and saw you.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you could sing?" You slouched off the wall, arms crossed, as you looked at Jamie with a sly smile.

"Why'd you got to hide in the men's bathroom like that?" He looked at you with furrowed brows, a slight blush coating his cheeks. You had never caught Jamie off guard before, and it made butterflies dance in your stomach. Having a crush on Jamie was a given; anyone with eyes could see how gorgeous he was. The difference is you've had the pleasure of seeing him grow.

"Does anyone else know you can sing?" You inquired.

"No, I keep that to me-self," Jamie mumbled, shoving his hands in his shirt and avoiding eye contact.

"You have a beautiful voice," you said smallly. "See you around, Tartt." You walked out of the bathroom, leaving him behind as you daydreamed about Jamie's voice all the way home.

The next day was when he got payback. Office days can be extremely long and tiring; sometimes you just like to hunker down with some tea and focus on finishing your work. You had your door closed, feet curled up under you as you worked on finishing your reports. You sang softly to yourself to pass the time.

"I've been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted; your dad is always mad, and that must be why."

Jamie burst in the door, finger pointing at you and expressing I-got-you-now.

"Bloody hell," you swore, jolting back and almost knocking over your tea.

"Well, well, look, whos been keeping a secret?" Jamie smiled, sauntering over to your desk. You gave him a pointed glare.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

"Maybe," He said, his accent making it sound like 'may-bay.'

"Have you heard of privacy?" You sighed.

"Have you?"

"Touche," you smiled. Jamie was still looking at you, as expected. You gestured for him to spit out whatever he wanted to say. "Spit it out."

"You'll see soon enough," Jamie cooed, walking backward from your office. You didn't trust whatever he had up his sleeve, which was proven later by Ted bounding in with his usual enthusiasm. You liked Ted; he was unbelievably kind and hilarious, but you were pretty suspicious when he came in with a shit-eating grin.

"Y/N! I'm so excited to hear the news," he smiled, hands in his pockets.

"Uh, what news?" you raised your brows, fingers stilling on your keyboard.

"That you'll be performing in our little holiday talent show that Higgins is putting on this year," Ted laughs. "When I saw your name, I have to admit I was surprised. I didn't expect you to sign up-- but I'm so glad you did."

Jamie fucking Tartt, that little shit. You knew this was his doing. By the heavens, you wanted to tell Ted right now that this was all a mistake, but seeing how excited he was made you pause. You had never performed in front of people before, not since you were 8 years old and forced to be in a school-wide production of Peter Pan. But you could work this to your advantage. If Jamie thought he could get away with this, then he was in for a treat.

"I'm also glad I signed up," you chuckled, clasping your hands on your desk.

"Be warned though-- Beard and I have a pretty nifty performance up our sleeves," Ted finger-gunned, skipping out of your office with a wave. Oh, you were in deep shit.

The holiday talent show was later that weekend. It was Higgin's idea to get everyone together, especially since many of the boys couldn't go home for the season. Keeley was the one who thought having a friendly competition would be exciting. The prize was, of course, a ridiculous crown someone bought and dinner on the team. It was being hosted at Higgin's place, a very comfy home near Nelson Road. You were dressed in a simple but classy maroon velvet dress that you paired with boots and a sparkly clip pulling back your hair. Christmas crackers were exploding from the tote bag you carried, the gifts for the team and your co-workers. Gift-giving was in your nature, and you couldn't come empty-handed.

Keeley was the one who answered the door, dressed in black with pearl accessories and looking every part a gorgeous holiday ornament.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N, you look amazing!" Keeley gushed, pulling you inside and suffocating you in a hug.

"I could say the same for you," you laughed, taking off your coat and shucking it in the closet.

"This old thing? Just something I found lying around," Keeley smoothed down her dress, sending you a sly smile as she wrapped her arm in yours. "Did you bring gifts?"

"Of course, that's my MO," you playfully smacked Keeley's arm as she took the bag out of your hands, putting it under the tree directly to the right of the foyer. Several people were already there, and you took time to say hello while graciously sipping the sparkling wine that was provided. When Jamie came in, you ended up in the corner with Sam discussing your favorite holiday movies (you were trying to convince him that Die Hard was a Christmas movie and that any other opinion is wrong). Your voice got stuck in your throat.

You had seen Jamie dressed up before, but somehow, in the warm light from the fire, it seemed so different. He was wearing a simple black blazer and button-up, but it's like he was stripped bare for you to see. He looked devilishly handsome, and you would be lying if you said you didn't have butterflies dancing through your chest and lungs.

Unfortunately for your sanity, Jamie noticed you and took a pause before sending you a small smile. You waved back, a flush crossing your cheeks as you turned away to continue your conversation with Sam. You were saved from any more awkward reactions by Beard announcing it was time for the talent show to commence. Everyone gathered in the living room, some boys sitting on the ground like kids listening to story time and others (like yourself) standing in the back, excited to watch the festivities commence.

"Thank you for coming to my home tonight," Higgins started, taking a slight bow when everyone whooped and hollered. "I'm excited to spend the season with my friends and family and even more excited to see what you guys have in store for us! Without further ado, I'm pleased to welcome our esteemed coaches to the stage."

More cheering commenced as Ted, Beard, and even Roy "ascended" to the stage (a carpet thrown on the ground). Roy looked exasperated to be there, but Beard and Ted were putting on their game faces as the music started, and they performed "Love Shack" by the B-52s. You couldn't stop the laugh from leaving your throat as you saw them honestly give their all.

"I am so glad I am here to see this," Jamie whispered, coming up on your right and sending you into a mini heart attack.

"Gees, you scared me," you sent him a glare, for which he only winked back.

"Roy looks so happy to be here," Jamie smiled, pointing to Roy, who was playing the tambourine with the same enthusiasm you had for paying your taxes.

"I'm sure it was all his ideas," you answered, bumping Jamie's shoulder with your own.

"Oi, when is Roy Kent going to sing!" Jamie yelled, proceeding to get flipped off by Roy right as Ted and Beard broke into choreographed dancing.

The night continued in much the same fashion, with you and Jamie giving your commentary the whole time. Sam did spoken word poetry, several of the boys did dances, and Rebecca, dropped the mic with a chilling performance of Holy Night. You were having so much fun with Jamie that you forgot he had signed you up to perform.

"Okay, okay, we got a treat tonight. Our very own Y/N is performing with a special guest-- Jamie Tartt!" Higgins announced, gesturing for you two to get on stage. Jamie looked at you with confusion, and you suppressed the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Oh, didn't I mention I signed you up to perform with me," you smiled cheekily, winking at him as he looked at you flabbergasted. You hopped on the stage, ignoring the nerves spreading throughout your body as Jamie reluctantly joined you. The rest of the team was having the time of their life watching Jamie be uncomfortable, and you were enjoying your revenge. He sent you a death glare right as the music started, and you kept your eyes on him to not die of stage fright.

"Have yourself a merry little Christmas; let your heart be light."

"From now on, our troubles will be out of sight."

Your voice carried across the room, and you saw a few surprised looks as everyone registered that you could actually sing. Feeling more confident, you turned to your friends and sent a small smile.

"Oh, here we are, as in olden days, happy golden days of yours."

Jamie came in with that croon that you couldn't get out of your head, and the jaws that dropped in the room were astronomical. He started playing it up for your friends as you made up your own dance on the "stage," even figuring out a harmony at some point.

The energy was palpable, and, by its end, it received standing ovations. You took Jamie's hand in yours, taking a bow. Ted came onto the stage, holding paper crowns and silencing the audience.

"I think we have a unanimous winner, don't we?" Ted asked, earning applause and a 'hell yeah' from Rebecca somewhere in the room. Ted crowned Jamie a red crown that he situated perfectly lopsided. He gave you a smile as he took the blue crown from Ted. You bowed your head as he placed it on, ensuring it fit perfectly. The kindness in his eyes was suffocating, and without caring for everyone in the room, you grabbed him by the lapels and kissed him. You could vaguely hear everyone in the room cheering, but you didn't care as Jamie kissed you back, wrapping an arm around your back.

You both smiled at each other and laughed at your friends' faces. Dani even took photos, which he was already sending to the team. Wrapping your arms around Jamie's neck, you looked at him and buried your face in his jacket.

"We're never going to live this down."

"I'm still going to get you back for making me sing," Jamie whispered, earning a chuckle from you.

"I'll look forward to it."

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Violet, Blue, And Bruised All Over: Long Talks

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5/ Part 6

Note: this has been in my draft for at least 2 weeks, hit a slump and then a hyperfixation couldn't write lol. so this is alot shorter and the drawings wont make as much sense without part like?? 6.5???... but I just wanted to post it cuz I felt bad

Reblogs and comments appreciated <3 I wanna hear y'all's thoughts >:3c

Red and Blue: a deep conversation filled with compassion and vulnerability:

Meanwhile Vio and Green:

(sorry I haven't updated this in a while, real life calls :')

The following days were hell. Red knew how much fights shredded his heart into a bajillion tiny pieces, but really the forced normalcy was so much worse!

The two had gotten an even bigger longer (and honestly ranty) lecture from Green the next day. Red didn't think it really helped much. Like sure they were cowed into NOT biting each other or whatever, but c'mon!

It felt like everyone was mad at everyone else! And even though technically no one was really mad at him, they were all mad at each other which- considering they were all sorta kinda not really the same person? It still felt that way!

Green had gotten really bossy and super serious, and Blue and Vio were just avoiding each other like the plague! Whenever they did come into "an unfortunate proximity" as Vio put it, there wasn't anything but a ton of silent hate! Red really just wanted to curl up into a little hole and die. Well not really! But like, emotionally! Just a bit!

Green kept pushing them to talk about the details, but neither one would talk. Red decided to try asking them one on one, you know, use his charm a bit and soften the edges- But even when he cried it didn't work! Him crying always worked! Especially when he said just the right words in just the right way to softly push them into making a realization.

Red wouldn't really call himself a manipulator in that sense, because hey! He was using his powers for good, right? At least most of the time, anyways. It was a useful way to get out of trouble and get things he wanted...

By why couldn't it work now when he needed it most!!

Vio just treated him like how a parent would to their kid when the kid just, well, asked about death or some hard grownup topic. Like Red just simply wouldn't understand and not to worry about it- But he was worrying! He knew Vio just didn't want him to be sad but still...

Then Blue- Well, Blue was just sad. And a little p*ssed. But it was clear he was just mostly sad. At least when he talked to Red anyways. At first he had been all huffy and insisted that it was all so stupid, so why even bring it up anyways? Because it was "over already!" Which, no that was super stupid of Blue to think, because obviously all their relationships were like super mega sad???

When Red expressed that sentiment though, it seemed to change something in Blue. Blue just closed up and got all quiet. He hated when Blue did that. But it also meant his plan was working. Blue may be a little, uhm, explosive to people and things when he got upset- But really if he was like actually really seriously upset? Then he got all quiet and intense all by himself. But Red knew how to pry all those layers off, even if it was just melting his way though each one of Blue's icy walls, one at a time.

Not even a day later of the guilt obviously devouring Blue inside out, and clearly losing against his ego. (Red knew that's what happened, he probably didn't want to be the "first one to show weakness" and just talk about how his feelings were hurt and acted like he was just all angry and didn't care, but Blue was a big softie and no amount of pouting was gonna change that in Red's eyes.)

They'd been walking to the training yards extremely early in the morning, the sun had barely peeked over the horizon really. In Red's opinion, going all the way to the castle to train in the big professional courtyard before the birds even woke up was probably some sort of crime against humanity. And him. But Red was so close to getting Blue to spill! SO he had to stick with Blue the whole time to make sure his plan would work. He just had to be consistent! Even if... it was at like... Red blearily squinted against the horizon. Five AM? Uegh.

Green was right about those too being similar. But it wasn't just cuz they were so stubborn. More like they were both weirdos that had a vendetta against sleep. Seriously, would it kill Blue to sleep in for five more minutes...

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He shot me one last look, heavy with disappointment, before stepping away, taking my soul with him, yanked out of my chest in the blink of an eye.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, love triangle

✧ I only wish you weren't my friend, then I could hurt you in the end / I never claimed to be a saint / My own was banished long ago, it took the death of hope to let you go ✧

I let out a sigh, nervously biting my lip as I pulled the motorcycle to a stop in front of Mike's place. It was Sunday morning, and usually, the chill autumn sun and the birds singing would've been enough to mellow me out. Not this time, though. I had said my goodbyes to the guys the night before (except James, who had vanished with Pat). It was only when I got home that I realized I left my leather jacket, Cliff's birthday gift, at Mike's.

For the first time since I had met them, I kinda hoped the band wouldn't be around when I rolled up. I just wanted to snag my jacket; if it was any other item, I might not care so much, but anything from Cliff had always been too special for me to let slip through the cracks. I hopped off the bike, ringing Mike's doorbell, secretly wishing James were already on his way to San Francisco, far from Los Angeles and from myself.

Of course, life's never that easy, is it?

I blinked, my heart skipping a beat as the door swung open, exposing the familiar eyes of my best friend. I couldn’t help but wonder if I could still call him that. My face heated up when I noticed the reddish hickey on his neck; he hastily adjusted his hair to hide it.

"Hey, Nore," James said, looking completely embarrassed. I didn't answer, staring at him with a gaze that I tried to keep neutral, but I knew from the furrow of my brow that I was failing miserably. He cleared his throat. "You... What..."

"I forgot my jacket," I cut in, my voice sharp with annoyance.

"Oh. Want to come in?"

I sighed, strolling through the door and deliberately shoulder-checking against James on the way. He just stood there, looking like he had no clue what to do, but I ignored him.

"Where's everyone at?" I frowned, scanning the place and noticing it was just James in the house.

"Hm, Mike took them to grab some snacks for the trip."

"And you didn't tag along?"

"Nah, I was in the shower. I..." He blushed, and I shot him a curious look. "Uh, I spent the night out."

I paused for a moment, my stomach churning as I grasped what he meant, realizing he and Pat probably had a good time together the night before, getting to know each other in ways I'd rather not think about.

"Wow," I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Hell of a farewell to LA, huh?"

"Nore," he said, anguish coloring his voice as he reached out, trying to grab my hand. I pulled back, my face warming as I locked eyes with him, my mouth going dry at the pain in his expression.

"James, I just want my jacket, okay? Then I'll quit bugging you."

"You're not bugging me."

"Doesn't matter," I shot back, and he sighed, defeated.

"I think the jacket's in Cliff's stuff. Come on, I'll point you in the right direction."

I trailed after him to a room at the end of the hall, immediately spotting my jacket chilling on top of a backpack that screamed Cliff's ownership. I sighed in relief, running my fingers softly over the leather before putting it on.

"Thanks," I mumbled, avoiding eye contact with James. "I'll bounce now, cool? Catch you later."

“Nore, hold up," he grabbed my wrist. I pulled away, turning quickly, my heart racing with his touch, more than I'd like to admit.

He stepped closer, eyes stormy with anguish and apprehension, and I took a step back, holding the wrist he touched with my other hand as if it stung. He got even closer, one hand brushing my cheek before gliding down to my neck, his thumb tracing my collarbone slowly. He leaned his forehead against mine, his lips lightly grazing my cheek before he buried his face in my hair.

“James..." I shut my eyes, tears pooling beneath my lids with the unbearable realization that being close to him would never be as effortless as it used to be; not when my heart clenched at his touch, longing for more, wishing only to surrender to him, to yield to the storm that raged in my chest, even if only for a fleeting moment. He kissed my cheek, his lips leaving a trail of small kisses dangerously close to mine. "James, please, don't..."

"I don't know what else to do," he murmured, his voice trembling with a vulnerability I still didn't fully understand. "Why did you get so upset yesterday? I thought you didn't care about me. I thought..."

"How could I not care about you?" I whispered, tears welling up as I pulled away, gently caressing his cheek. He pulled me into an embrace, arms wrapping around my hips, drawing me even closer, and I sighed as I buried my face in his chest, taking in his scent — so familiar, so near, yet painfully distant.

"I like you so much it hurts," he whispered, cradling my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze. I sighed, feeling my face warm, my lips slightly parted as I rested my hands on his chest. He leaned his forehead against mine with a sigh. "Don't you like me?"

"Of course, I do," I whispered, my voice quivering. And it hurts me too. "But, James, I can't..."

“Why?” he whispered, gently caressing my cheek. I shook my head; he caught a lone tear with the tip of his fingers, softly stroking my face with one hand while the other gripped my hip, pulling me close, making it impossible to escape his embrace.

"You have Pat."

"I don't give a damn about Pat."

"But I have Dave..."

"Then ditch him," he pleaded, the audacity in his suggestion making my heart race with confusion and shock. "Dump him, and I’ll forget about Pat. Please, Nore. Can't you see that we can be together? What do I need to do for you to love me?"

"You don't need to do anything," I whispered. Can't you see that I already love you? "But I can't do this, James. I can't..."

I got cut off by three aggressive knocks on the door. We pulled away quickly, my heart pounding in my chest, my face flaming red. James raked a hand through his hair with a sigh, his eyes still locked on mine but shifting away when we heard the knocks again.

"Damn," he muttered, his face slightly flushed. "Must be Mike and the others. Wait here; I'll be right back."

He left the room, leaving me alone, all tangled up in confusion and anxiety. I brought a hand to my chest, feeling my heart completely out of sync, my whole body ablaze. I needed to get a grip. Couldn't let Cliff and the guys catch me like this — they'd notice it was because of James, and that'd just make things messier.

I frowned at the racket coming from the entrance, the murmur of aggressive words making me blink in confusion. I wondered if something had gone down, if someone was feeling off, or if Cliff's car had decided to play games. More than anything, concern for him pushed me out of the room, itching to figure out what the hell was happening. But when I hit the living room, I froze, staring at the door in horror.

There, standing in the doorway, eyes blazing with fury, was Dave.

In an instant, time hung in the air, tension pulling taut like a stretched rope while my heart raced. I found myself at a loss — my gut told me to ask him what the hell he was doing, why he'd tail me (because, really, how else did he know where I was?), or maybe try to explain myself, swear up and down that the suspicion in his eyes was baseless. Yet, even within my thoughts, those words felt false, especially as I recalled the words exchanged with James just moments earlier.

Before I could utter a single word, however, Dave advanced with deliberate steps, each one hitting the floor like a sledgehammer, his jaw clenched and his hands tightened in a manner that made me shrink in anguish. No, that couldn't be right. This couldn't be happening. Dave would never regard me in such a way, as though I had just utterly shattered him.

"What's the deal here?" he growled, his voice shaking with barely contained anger. "So, is this your move when you take off without giving me a heads up, Nore?"

"Dave..." I started, but I didn't get a chance to say more. I glanced up as James stepped in, arms crossed. Dave arched an eyebrow, a sneering smile playing on his lips.

"Wanna throw down, Hetfield?" he snarled, getting up close and personal with James, who stood his ground. "You never were great at holding your own against me, remember? Step away from my girlfriend."

"I'm not bouncing until you chill out," James shot back, his voice like ice. I nibbled on my lower lip, eyes darting between James and Dave, wrapping my arms around myself as my heart kicked into high gear with anxiety. "I'm not cool with you treating her like crap."

"Treating her like crap?" Dave chuckled, ironically, barely hiding his anger. "So now you're trying to be the hero? What do you even know about my relationship, you son of a..."

"JAMES!" I yelled in surprise as James balled up his fist, landing a solid punch right on Dave's face. Dave staggered but didn't hit the floor, diving back at James with a growl. They tumbled to the ground, a tangle of limbs and swinging arms as blows got traded. "Dave! Come on, cut it out!" I blinked, tears threatening to spill as I realized the chaos I'd caused.

"You fucking asshole!" Dave yelled, shoving James before pulling himself up, wobbling. I tried to restrain him, but he brushed my arm off, his narrowed eyes avoiding mine. My heart sank when I saw them glistening with tears. "So, not only do you swipe my songs, now you're trying to steal my girl? You really thought I wouldn't catch wind of the gossip about you fucking her?"

"Dave, what?" I blurted out, utterly surprised. He finally looked my way, his eyes carrying a distress I had no clue how to fix. I clung to his arm, pulling him close like my life depended on it, as if letting go would mean losing him forever. "Dave, who told you that?"

"Yeah, spill it. Who's spreading that garbage?" James demanded, his voice growling with rough intensity. I shot a quick glance at him and found him propped up on the couch, a bruise blooming around his eye and wiping blood from his lips with his thumb. "Come on, Mustaine, talk. Or did you have one too many drinks and start seeing things again?"

"James, stop it!" I yelled, and he shot me an angry look. I turned to Dave, gripping his arm a bit too tight, probably hurting him, but he didn't seem to flinch. "Dave, I swear, it's not what it seems..."

"Oh, really? So, what's the deal with you two being alone here?" he scoffed, mocking, and I winced at the aggression in his tone. "I'm guessing you were having a blast before I crashed the party, huh?"

"It's not like that!" I burst out, my voice shaking. "Dave, come on, listen to me. I promise you, nothing happened..."

"Not at all, Nore? Ever?" he questioned, disbelief turning his tone cold in a way I'd never heard before, and I hesitated, catching a glimpse of desperation in his eyes.

All I wanted was to tell him he got it all wrong, that it was a massive mistake. But I couldn't just brush aside everything that had gone down in the past few weeks. James's unexpected kiss. The electric tension hanging between us. The jealousy and envy of Pat I couldn't seem to hide. And then, James begging me to be his, and only his, urging me to leave everything Dave and I had built since we first fell for each other.

My hesitation didn't slip past Dave. I held my breath as I saw realization and hurt reflecting in his eyes, his anger, disappointment, and anguish making his breath quicken.

"I can't believe this shit," he growled, shaking off my grip and making a beeline for the door.

"Dave, hold on!" I rushed after him, my heart thumping so loud it seemed ready to jump right out of my chest. "Come on, Dave, just let me explain..."

"Explain?" He turned, a storm of fury making him seem almost otherworldly, wrapped in fire, rage, and electricity. "What are you gonna explain? How you've been two-timing me all along?"

"Dave, I never cheated on you. Please..."

"No, I don't want to know! I TRUSTED YOU!" he exploded, each shout hitting me like a dagger to the chest. "Wasn't I enough? Did it have to be with him?"

"You don't get it..."

"OH, I FUCKING GET IT!" he yelled, and I recoiled. "You think I don't see it? How you get all down when you can't be with them? I'm just baggage, right?" His voice wavered, and I sobbed, shaking my head as I reached out, but he pulled away. That stung more than anything; Dave never avoided my touch. The world felt bizarre, foreign, like it had been flung off its axis. "I'm not cutting it for you, am I?"

"Don't pull this, Dave. Seriously, don't. Please," I begged, my voice sounding small against the tidal wave of his anger, the vastness of his sorrow.

"I already did. It's done, Nore," he shot back, his voice quivering for just a beat before he sucked in a deep breath, pressing his fingertips between his eyebrows. "I don't get why you stuck with a mess like me. It's better if we just end this."

"What?" I whispered, my voice shaking as silent tears started their descent down my face. He shot me one last look, heavy with disappointment, before stepping away, taking my soul with him, yanked out of my chest in the blink of an eye.

"Nore...?" James stepped up, hesitantly resting a hand on my arm, but I couldn't answer. Everything felt messed up and hollow, more twisted than it had ever been. I just brought a hand to my face, sensing the tears trickling down my cheek before the full weight of what had gone down hit me, and I collapsed into desperate sobs. James pulled me in without a second thought, wrapping me up in a tight hug. "Nore, I'm so sorry..."

"Get off," I sobbed, feeling his body tense around me.

"W... what?"

"Get off me!" I yelled, shoving his chest. He stumbled back, staring at me like he couldn't believe it. I shook my head, my breathing all over the place, and sobs making it hard to talk. None of it added up. None of it was fair. Just a few days before, Dave and I were happy together. I chose him , I would do anything for him, so why? "This mess wouldn't be happening if you hadn't kissed me. You ruined everything!” I spat, my words hitting James like a lash, but I didn't give a damn. I sprinted to my bike, fueled by desperate fury. Maybe there was still a shot at reaching Dave, explaining, fixing it all. I hopped on the bike, just wanting to put distance between me and James as fast as I could.

I didn't get too far, though. Just a few minutes down the road, I had to stop, shaking so bad I thought I might pass out. When the rain started, I just let my head sink onto my arms and cried my heart out, fully aware that I'd messed it all up, and it was all my fault.

Cliff found me soon after.

Of course, he would find me; Cliff had been my rock since we were kids. Whenever my mom did something to make me cry, it was Cliff who was there to comfort me, stepping in with his talent for dropping the quirkiest insults about my parents until I cracked a smile. Seeing him used to whisk away any doubt, any sadness I felt. But right then, watching him as he stepped out of his car and hurried toward me with desperate concern written all over his face, I couldn't feel anything, just an emptiness that bit and gnawed through every piece of my chest.

"Thank goodness I found you," he blurted out, breathless, pulling me into a tight hug. He brushed my wet hair away, yanking off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. "Nore, are you okay? James told me what went down. Are you hurt? Look at me."

He held my face in his hands, forcing me to lock eyes with his worried gaze. The rain was coming down even harder, soaking his Misfits shirt and brown hair as he kept me close. I clutched the front of his shirt, burying my face in his chest; my tears, which had eased up, burst out again in a flurry of desperate sobs.

"Let's bounce back to the car," he declared, resolute, pulling me away from my bike and popping open the car door for me to hop in the back seat. I vaguely noticed Mike in the front seat, a worried look in his eyes. "Toss me the keys to your ride."

I handed the keys to Cliff. He flicked them in Mike's direction, and Mike snagged them mid-air before hopping out of the car. I furrowed my brow, observing him as he threw on my helmet and perched on the motorcycle, looking totally captivated as he checked it out.

"He's just gonna swing the bike back home, cool? We'll head over, and..."

"I really don't wanna go back there," I finally mumbled, my voice wavering. After the drama with James yesterday and all the chaos today with Dave, the thought of setting foot in that place again didn't sit right with me.

"Okay. What's the plan then?" Cliff clasped my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I shook my head, utterly clueless. I had no game plan at this point. All I craved was to head home, but how could I face going back when things with Dave had hit rock bottom? "Wanna swing by your spot and grab your stuff? I'll chat with the guys, sort out some bus tickets, and I'll roll with you back to San Francisco. I'm sure Lea will let you stay at her pl..."

"I don’t want to go back to San Francisco, Cliff," I sniffled, a sudden determination settling in my eyes. I blinked, wiping away the tears before meeting his gaze. Cliff furrowed his brow, concern flooding his gaze.

"Nore, I won't let you go back to Dave after..."

"I'm not talking about him," I stifled a sob, the mere mention of Dave's name enough to shatter the little calm I had managed to regain. My heart churned in a painful emptiness. "I wanna go back to Long Beach. I'm done with Los Angeles, Cliff... I just wanna go home."

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Just a fun overlord idea I had, no intentions on offending anyone by the way (obviously). Tried to give some little touches with symbols while trying to keep to a simple design, essentially sorta treating this as a design you might see in the show. Maybe I'll keep workshopping it, not sure. Here's some notes below on him:

With a clear devotion to the above, I imagine him as a very ominous and serious threat. While a sinner through and through, and an overlord no less, he's more or less on the side with heaven than hell.

I'm sure you'll notice a clear inspiration from him, but I also looked at early-century priest attire as well as "dark fantasy" priest designs. I wanted to add a bit of incorporation of both Christian and anti-Christian elements to him. I guess you could say the cross in front of his eyes is him being "blinded by faith", but that wasn't exactly the intention with it. There's also jewelry with rings and necklaces to indicate a sense of corruption as priests, particularly in the older times that Hunchback was set in, aren't supposed to live in luxury with something like jeweled rings and whatnot. Could be wrong on that front, either way, I certainly wanted the jewelry to give a sense that he's corrupted in his beliefs.

I wasn't sure if holy symbols like the cross really harm sinners like burning them or anything (which fun fact, didn't know the upside-down cross originated as something positive for Christianity, only in recent times has it been depicted as something negative for the religion). However, I can totally see him as the kind of guy who would just suffer through the pain JUST so he can keep his holy symbols. So even if holy symbols do prove to harm sinners, this guy is still happily wearing it and everything. He also has two birds he uses for scouting ahead or sending messages. They don't have names right now, but one is a demonic crow and the other is an angelic dove that somehow fell from heaven (no it didn't commit sin, probably just an accident lol), and this guy took it in. The dove is more or less the sign that this guy is coming.

Finally, his accumulation of souls is made via the confessions people make to him. While Charlie advocates for redemption, the Priest Overlord simply believes in following God with no chance of redemption. The endless void is what he believes is the penultimate end for all and awaits the day for Heaven to fall into Hell for them all to be in this endless void. (Of course, this is open for change. Spur of the moment character y'know?)

And here's some fun ideas of how he might feel about certain characters: - He wouldn't like Charlie at all. Of course, he would never outwardly show this, but more passively talking down to her and telling her not to touch him to avoid filth on his clothes. - With that said, he probably is 100% open to manipulating her, no question. - He'd revere both Vaggie and Lucifer, as they're both angels from heaven even if fallen. He unfortunately probably places more blame on Lilith than Lucifer with the whole temptation thing, but not sure on that one yet. He just has a bizarre respect for the King of Hell despite being heavily alligned with Heaven. - I don't think he and Alastor would get along at all. Granted, I don't think any of the overlords would like him in general, but Alastor would have more of a problem if the Priest Overlord began encroaching on his territory.

And then finally, clearly don't have a name for him. Was thinking "Priest" but then I thought maybe "Follower" would've been a more interesting name. Not sure, feel free to give suggestions if you have any. I actually have some backstory ideas, but I'd like to keep him mysterious should he come up again. Plus, theories galore if anyone is interested.

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote a songfic with the song "This is Home"

TW FOR SUCIDIAL THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT

Often I am upset, that I can not fall in love but I guess, this avoids the stress of falling out of it.

Rick was sitting in the brown driver's seat of his spaceship. This wouldn't be quiet.

"No wonder Bird person rejected you, who would want to date a piece of shit like you?"

His grip on the steering wheel tighten, his jaw clenched.

"You're just a drunk alcoholic piece of shit…"

He fucking knows that. Shut up.

"Unity and Birdperson were smart to leave you when they did…they would've just died like Diane."

No.

His grip on the steering wheel was so tight that he thought it might break.

"Don't fucking bring Diane into this." Rick demanded though clenched teeth.

"Awwww, what's wrong? Did I touch on a sore spot? You deserve to be remembered of it anyway, it's your fault."

Don't.

Please.

"Diane would've been here too if you didn't stand there motionless like a pussy when the bomb dropped to her feet. You would've not been the horrible piece of shit you are now, but noooo, you had to sit there like the little bitch you are."

Rick let his head fall on the horn as it let out a long, loud honk.

Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now, but I swear, when I'm ready I will fly us out of here.

Rick walked into Morty's room, smelling heavily of alcohol

"Heyyy buddddyyy." Rick slurred out when turning on the lights.

Morty blinked and his face scrunched up when he smelled the sour smell of alcohol that hung over Rick like a weighted blanket.

Rick hugged him and Morty groaned "Rick I need to go to bed, I have a test tomorrow."

Rick laughed drunkenly. "You don't need to worry about that silllyyyyy. I'll just take you out of school! You don…you don't gotta worry about a thing…g-grandpa's got you babyyyyy"

Morty threw his head back and groaned "I don't wanna get t-taken out of school Rick!"

Rick hummed glibly as he nuzzled into Morty's shoulder and Morty sighed "You're not listening to me, are you?" Rick just giggled "I-I'll take you o-on a fun adventure buddyyyyy" Morty rolled his eyes "mhm…" "Y-you're gonna have sooooo much fun, I promise." Well that was a flimsy promise… "Sure I will…."

Rick laughed "Y-you're funny…" "Hilarious." Morty spat out with an undeniable venom in his voice. "L-let's go right now!" Rick took Morty's hand while Morty kept the other one fisted in the sheets "Rick! I just said-" "G-grandpa had a tough day today, he needs his little budddyyyyy." Morty struggled when Rick pulled him out of bed "RICK!" Just then Rick passed out. Morty got free from his grip and went back on his bed, looking at his grandfather's passed out body on the floor and sighed, muttering while shaking his head

"What are am I going to do with you?"

(...) I can't really think right now and this place, has too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane.

Rick heard all of the sounds, the beeping and saw all of the bright colors. Blitz and Chips was cramped due to the recent redecorating and Rick was less than thrilled about it. He gripped his hair as he gritted his teeth. It was too much. Too many people up against him, too much noise, too many colors, too much of everything. Just

too.

Much.

He removed his hands from his hair and gripped his ears, fighting the urge to rip them out so he wouldn't hear the noise anymore. His head was pounding and he felt tears spring from his eyes. He felt like his legs could give out at any moment.

He hated that he could feel every little touch. It was too much, too much, too mu- Morty tugged on his labcoat "R-Rick are you-?" "Shut up." "But-" "MORTY SHUT THE HELL UP!" Morty flinched

"Nice going dumbass, now the kid hates you."

Rick growled as he tried to go to a quieter place.

(…) Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead 'cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head

"You should kill yourself." Rick's inner voice reminded him for the millionth time. Rick didn't have a lot of reasons for living to be sure.

"It's your fault Diane got killed, it's your fault Unity and Birdperson left you. You should try killing yourself again." Rick's inner voice hissed.

"Why don't you? Nobody loves you anyway"

Rick looked over at Morty, who was asleep with the side of his face pressed up against his window. He let out a exhale with a fond smile on his face.

But I don't want to fall asleep just yet.

(…) Get a load of this monster.

"R-Rick-" "What?" Rick growled out his voice laced with poison.

"Why are you mad? I s-saved your life-"

He doesn't know how to communicate.

"You could've gotten fucking hurt!"

"So? S-Since when do you care?!"

He grabbed onto Morty's shirt collar, pulling him off the ground, as his feet dangled in the air

"You think I can fucking lose you!?"

"YES! You constantly tell me I'm replaceable!"

"Do you have any idea how much fucking work it'll take to replace you?!"

"Then why don't you replace me already!? You already did once!"

His mind is in a different place.

Rick's grip on Morty's collar tightened. How the fuck was he supposed to tell this kid that he was his reason to live?

"You fucking weak ass bitch. This is Prime's grandson. You should just kill him to end Prime's bloodline.

No.

He can't.

Will everyone please give him a little bit of space?

He dropped Morty as he turned his back on him.

"Just go."

Morty looked down to the floor and left, leaving Rick alone in the garage.

Get a load of this trainwreck, his hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet.

Morty hugged his knees, crying. Out of anything, he thought fucking saving his grandpa would earn him a little bit of affection, but nope! He can't do anything right! No matter what, Rick would only ever see him as a worthless sidekick. He gripped onto his jeans so tight, they almost tore.

"You're so weak." His inner voice snarled "Of course he would never love you, who would?" Morty hiccupped as he sobbed desperately into his knees.

Rick went into his room and his stomach dropped when he saw Morty crying.

"Look at you, you made a little kid cry you piece of shit."

Goddamit. He has to ruin every good thing in his life, doesn't he?

"Just leave. You can't help him. You know you can't you'll just make things worse."

Rick's grip on the doorknob tensed.

It was right.

Just as he was about to leave. Morty looked up at him with wet, red, and puffy eyes.

Well fuck. He can't leave now.

(…) But strangely, he feels at home in this place.

Rick went over and sat at the foot of his bed, stretching his hand out "Mo-" Morty drove into his chest, sobbing. Rick sighed, wrapped his arms around him, and muttered to himself so quietly that Morty couldn't hear him

"You're gonna be the end of me kid…"

[hmshermitcraft]

The tunnels.

They stretch on and on for miles under the earth, corridors upon corridors of frozen memories, lost in time.

Tango knows them like his own ten fingers. He has been stuck there for years. Ever since that research expedition gone wrong.

Pearl,Zedaph,Doc,Etho,Ren. All gone. He was the only one that survived.

He knows how to find food, how to avoid the dangers. He looks at the photograph he keeps in his pocket. A tear drop falls from his eye as he looks at himself in the picture. So happy,exited to do something in the name of good science. He misses the warm laughter of his friends. He misses the sun.

A noise snaps him out of it. His ears perk up, realising that the noise came from nearby. Then he looks down at his feet. There’s a footprint. It’s not a ravager’s or his own. It’s a bird’s. His breath gets caught in his throat.

“Hello?” A voice calls

Tango looks around, and finds that in one of the spaces under him there’s an avian. He’s blond, and his wings are a warm yellow, contrasting the cold blue ice.

“Hello!” Tango calls back, flinching at how rusty he sounds. He hadn’t spoken to anyone in so long. “Give me a moment!”

He jumps down, making the avian yelp. “It’s okay! I won’t hurt you” he said.

“You live here?” The avian asked

“Kinda” Tango chuckled sadly “I was from a research expedition. And it kind of went south”

“Oh.” The avian nodded “I just fell into the entrance by accident while looking for a lost cow and then it closed and now I’m stuck”

“I’m Tango, by the way”

“I’m Jimmy”

“Nice to meet you. Now let’s try to get us out of this hell”

—-

And so, they became friends. Tango taught Jimmy how to survive, everything he learned himself. Jimmy was thankfully a fast learner, and revealed that he was from a place called “Empiria”, and that he was the local so called sheriff, and that he had a sister, Lizzie.

Tango liked having company. After so many years, it felt so good.

He told Jimmy his story. He cried.Jimmy didn’t judge him. He just held Tango closer.

Then there was the feather. Jimmy said it was a tradition, but didn’t explain further. He just plucked out one of his feathers and tied it to a rope and gave it to Tango. Tango accepted the gift.

——

And they found an exit. It was a nether portal.

“I think you can find your way from here” Tango said “you go through the portal and fly as fast as you can”

“Aren’t you coming?” Jimmy’s voice trembled slightly

Tango paused. He looked into Jimmy’s chocolate brown eyes

“I don’t think the tunnels will let me go. I mean, look at me, I’m not myself anymore.” He pointed at his hair, blue with frost, and his now pale bluish purple eyes.

“I don’t care. I want you to be free as well.” There were now tears in Jimmy’s eyes.

Tango put a hand on Jimmy’s cheek, pulled him close.

It was a sad, sweet kiss.

“Go.” Tango whispered, now crying as well “Please.”

Jimmy hugged him one last time.

Then he went trough.

Tango just watched for a few seconds. Then, shrugging off his coat, jumped in as well.

The spirits watched them in silence, disappearing with relief, finally capable of moving on.

In that split second of emptiness in the space Jimmy once filled, Tango realised: 'what does he have to lose?' His friends are gone. He's hardly living down in the tunnels.

With Jimmy, he felt emotions he thought he'd never feel again. He was actually living, not just focused on his survival. Sure, it had been harder fending for the two of them instead of him alone, but it was worth the effort.

Why shouldn't be take this risk? He never used to be afraid of them before. (That's how he got into this mess after all.)

He doesn't feel the comforting blanket of spirits over his shoulders, protecting him from the tunnels as he leaves. He doesn't need to. He'll always carry them with him.

He should've known Jimmy wouldn't take his advice too. He's still standing before the portal, staring at it like he's mourning. He startles when Tango steps out. Then gasps. Then flings his arms around him in a hug.

Tango jokes they won't be able to travel as fast on Tango's stumpy legs. Jimmy hits him in the arm and pulls him even closer.

[glitteringcrab]

Rick and Morty unresolved plot points (I think)

Cocky Morty

Rick: Just don't get too big for your loafers, Buster Brown. A cocky Morty can lead to some big problems. Can be a real bad thing for everybody.

Morty: Oh yeah? How's that?

Rick: Uhhhhh...I...I'll explain when you're older.

By the end of the episode, the blatantly obvious cocky Morty to us viewers is Evil Morty... However, Rick C-137 didn't know that and wasn't referring to that.

Which means there has been a previous incident (or incidents) where a Morty went sorta rogue and, like with Evil Morty, all hell broke loose.

The "I'll explain when you're older part" initially comes off as... I dunno. I mean it's the sort of thing you tell a child when they ask about the birds and the bees (which is obviously unrelated here).

Or, when a child asks a difficult question which has a complicated answer which requires years of wisdom, experiences and insight to understand.

I get the feeling Rick was avoiding the question because he felt Morty would NOT like the answer. And, given Rick's (and Ricks') past and his narcissistic tendencies, I wouldn't be surprised if he is at least partially to blame for the reason the answer would not be easy.

Now, we've seen Morty Prime getting sliiiiightly unhinged when the "right" (wrong) circumstances present themselves (purge episode, the time he shot Rick in blind fury in the citadel, death crystals episode, narnia episode) and I've read a theory that there is something inherently wrong with Morty, and that Rick's constant criticism is keeping it in check. That Mortys HAVE to stay with their heads down, because otherwise they'd be dangerous.

However, I don't think that's true. I feel like if that's what Rick was going for, that would be gaslighting. The idea that abuse is good for the victim, that the victim is irrational for not liking being abused is pretty manipulative. And Rick is absolutely abusive. He constantly belittled Morty (more so in the previous seasons), made fun of him, manipulated him out of his netflix dream, is currently forcing him to sell drugs, and... well, the worst episode for me was the vat of acid. I kid you not, I felt literal disgust for Rick during that episode. That episode was like a punch in the gut for me. The abuse is always so absurd it's played for laughs, but in that episode I did not find it funny at all. The pettiness and cruelty of it felt way too real.

Morty Prime does seem to be in danger of veering off to the wrong path, but if that happens, I think the reason would be Rick's influence, worldview, and the fact that Morty Prime is constantly exposed to danger and violence. Not the lack of constant criticism on Rick's part.

Back to the matter at hand: what would a cocky Morty do? What is a cocky Morty? As I understand it, a cocky Morty is a Morty who thinks he's better than Rick; or otherwise, a Morty who thinks Rick is less (less clever, less capable, less valuable) than a Morty. Or conversely, a Morty who thinks Rick can be defeated by a Morty. A Morty who thinks Rick SHOULD be defeated, and who is willing to try. It's not a Morty who becomes narcissistic enough to think that he, Morty, is a super-powerful god; it's a Morty who understands Rick is NOT a super-powerful god, but a human being who has as many failings as everybody else and can be treated as such. A Morty who holds Ricks accountable.

I think a cocky Morty is simply a Morty who doesn't let himself be abused anymore. A Morty who stands up to Rick and stands his ground. My guess is that the majority of Ricks would not tolerate that and retaliate... And given the "big problems, real bad think for everybody" part I think it's safe to surmise that said cocky Morty would be QUITE CAPABLE of wrecking as much havoc as Ricks do. E.g. imagine a Morty who discovers the Morty Factory and decides to try everything in their power to stop it-- if said Morty has even 1/10 of Evil Morty's capabilities, then all hell would break loose, with many Rick casualties. Or, to not go to such extremes, a cocky Morty who constantly stands up to their Rick would lead to a progressively more aggressive Rick who would try to re-assert his dominance in increasingly cruel ways. Not fun for anyone involved.

2. Morty factory - it's complicated

When confronted by Morty Prime on the matter of the Morty Factory, Rick C-137 said "it's not the whole truth" (to which the answer was "liar") and then he added "it's complicated".

When Morty Prime insisted on wanting answers right then and there, Rick changed the subject by breaking free and attacking Evil Morty's guards.

We never found out what the "complicated" and "the whole truth" part were. Sure, we saw Rick's downloaded brain, but that held no answers (other than his tragic backstory). We saw that he did not agree with what was going on in the citadel, but we didn't see exactly WHAT was going on- or why.

Evil Morty's parting words were "you can't outrun your past, Rick".

I can understand why Rick C-137 would create the Central Finite Curve (so that Rick Prime could get trapped inside) but if the Morty Factory was simply a byproduct of other Ricks' actions, why would Evil Morty hold him accountable? The Central Finite Curve traps Mortys in Rick universe, sure, but the Morty Factory would have occurred one way or another. Although, from the moment the Ricks banded together, they'd all find out about the Morty brainwaves thing, and therefore the demand for Mortys would soar; so I guess Rick IS kinda accountable.

Still, I feel like there is something more that might have happened, and that we don't have the full picture yet.

3. One True Morty

Initially I thought this was a (hilarious) joke (and it could very well be simply that), but... it's oddly specific. Given that this is a universe where there are clones of Mortys... I dunno. There could be more to it. It could be an actual person.

4. Oh man, he built it again

What Rick C-137 said the moment he approached Rick Prime's Omega Device:

Originally I thought it was referring to the weird trippy base Rick Prime had in Season 6, Episode 1:

But then I remembered that Rick C-137 hadn't really destroyed that. He had run off to help Domestic Beth and Space Beth. Theoretically it self-destructed afterwards, but I don't think that's what Rick C-137 was really referring to. Also, if you look at the screenshots, it looks quite different.

Rick C-137 also didn't seem surprised to hear that Diane had been wiped across all dimensions (he even said "I don't wanna talk about this" to Morty and Evil Morty) AND he had already heard the name "Omega Device".

The conclusion I'm getting is that Rick C-137 had already destroyed Rick Prime's first Omega Device... Which Rick Prime improved on, since it can now "fire more than once".

[keithsandwich]

Consequences

Explicit

Pairing: Alter!Keith x OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~1350

Warnings: Mentions of Violence (towards other people), Jealousy, Semi-public Sex, Teasing, Size Kink, Rough Sex.

Note: Written for the Kinktober event Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore .

Day 3 - Angry Sex

Thank you so much my horny angel @nightghoul381, for the idea and for proofreading ♡

Maeve had no idea of the effect her silent anger had on his body.

She wasn’t the type to get confrontational, but she couldn’t hide her fury either. Her face grew flushed, highlighting the freckles on her cheeks and contrasting nicely with her sharp green eyes. Nostrils flared, she bit her cheek and pulled her arm away when he tried to reach her. Keith’s senses were at their peak due to the adrenaline in his veins, and now they were all focused solely on her as she stormed out of the room.

All of it just because he had put a nobleman in his place.

Keith didn’t linger. His feet followed the fresh trail of her scent, leaving the beaten man on the floor and a troubled Liam to deal with it. He couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the way Maeve’s body now burned for him, whether it be love or hatred; he wanted to savor every one of her reactions to him.

Nah, he needed it.

She was on the balcony of her room when he found her, her back turned to him, her face up to the Full Moon above. It explained a lot, as her emotions typically ran high during such moons. His arms enveloped her small frame without ceremony, and although she gasped at his touch, Maeve stood still.

"Acting so cold when your body is boiling hot? You’re such a bad liar…" Keith murmured in her ear, and this time her body squirmed, so spontaneously and awkwardly he couldn’t help but smirk. She was visibly fighting the feelings stirring up inside of her; hands pushing him away as if she could avoid what his touches provoked within her.

She couldn’t.

"I’m not lying! I just don’t let my feelings get the best of me."

Keith watched her walk toward the balustrade to gain some distance before finally turning to look at him, eyes livid. The small pout on her lips that made them look like some kind of luscious fruit made it hard for him not to devour her right there and then.

"You should try that too, you know?" Maeve said with her soft defiance, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"And let that scum get all handsy with you?" Keith got closer and placed his hands on the balustrade behind her, entrapping Maeve between him and the railing before she could even open her mouth to protest. The memory of the nobleman’s hand getting closer and closer to her back without her even realizing it infuriated him all over again. Because of her origins, some nobles didn’t recognize her as who she was — future princess consort, not some disposable mistress. And his fame as a failure that still persisted among few of them didn’t help. So she could bet he would knock out anyone who dared disrespect her until they all learned their lesson. She belonged to him, and to the other Keith, who wouldn't be quiet in his place either. Being loved by both of them only doubled her value. No one else would touch her. "Hell, no…" he growled.

"I’m not helpless!" Maeve looked right into his eyes, resolute. "I wouldn’t have let him–"

"And yet he was about to," Keith interrupted her, feeling the warm puff of her breath against his face as she sighed deeply. "Ya gotta be more cautious. There are many men out there ready to prey on a little bird like yourself."

"As you are right now?" Again that defiance, tart, and still so sweet… Like a red cherry. He could definitely stick his tongue into her tender little mouth and relish that flavor.

He chuckled. As if to prove Maeve right, Keith pressed her body against the balustrade, aware that his erection would be fully felt on her belly. "Being all sassy like this, ya need some punishment, don't ya think?"

Maeve didn't have a comeback to that. Her heavy eyelashes started to droop, taking away the beautiful sight of those obstinate, captivating eyes from him. But Keith wouldn't accept that. His hand grabbed her chin, and their eyes met again, tension building by the second until something snapped. Enough was enough, and he had had more than enough.

His tongue filled her mouth in an urgent, rough kiss. Maeve rested her hands against his chest, applying a slight pressure that vanished completely as she started responding to the kiss, much softer than she seemed to be just moments ago.

Because no matter how hard and sour her exterior could get, Maeve would always be tender and sweet inside.

Keith groaned. The blood rushing through his body only increased the adrenaline more and more, nourishing his excitement and yearning to have her.

Now.

Maeve held her breath when he suddenly turned and bent her over, and pinned her hands on the balustrade, biting her neck without a care about her fragrant hair covering it. It was his way to let her know he needed her to stay exactly like this, and the shiver running down her back was a sign that her body understood it. "Here?" She whispered the question under her breath, and Keith's answer was to pull up her skirts and reach for her drenched little pussy, freeing it from her panties.

Here. Definitely.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, unbuttoning his pants as fast as he could. The same hand that touched her juices now smeared his precum all over the tip of his cock before positioning it against her entrance. She was so wet it would be easy to slip in, but Keith refrained himself from going further, no matter how hard he was throbbing in his hand.

He leaned over, his other hand now moving her hair from her ear so he could whisper, "Maeve, I need ya to tell me that you're mine." In his desperation, he let his shaft slide just a few inches inside her, enough to hit a sensitive spot, causing her to moan loud and immediately cover her mouth with her fingers, surprised by the unexpected wave of pleasure. Far from satisfying him, however.

Keith took her wrist to pin her hand down again before pulling her nearer by her neck. Green eyes glanced up at his, fearless, but teary. He moved ever so slightly inside her, and watched with a smirk while Maeve bit her lips to try to prevent her lustful sounds. "Why can't ya be a good girl and tell me already, huh?"

"You're not being… a good boy yourself, are you?" She murmured with difficulty, but still so rebellious and he laughed throatily. So bold of her to tease him like this as if there would be no consequences. Or, perhaps, the consequences were what she desired the most.

This time, all of his length sinks in, stretching her walls mercilessly and moving without giving her time to get used to his size. Consequences were consequences. Keith grasped Maeve by the hips and pounded into her repeatedly, enjoying how she took him so well no matter how rough he was. He could feel her growing frenzy, her losing fight against the lewd sounds escaping her lips, and her back writhing in uneven breathing. Her legs trembled, getting so wobbly he had to tighten his grip to steady her.

All of those reactions rendered him unstoppable. Keith grunted, looking down to her rear bouncing back and forth against his groin as her pussy clenched harder and harder around his dick.

His precious doll, convulsing and dripping wet in pleasure for him.

His cherished little bird, singing out loud an ode to their passion under the moon.

His princess. His love.

His.

Keith felt his body losing control as his cock twitched and released his seed deep inside her. He held her, squeezed Maeve in his arms, almost clumsily. He needed to share that moment, that high and slow descending in loud gasps and lingering shuddering.

"Aren't ya mine now, silly girl?" He whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on it.

Maeve chuckled, lightly and briefly as a gentle night breeze.

"I'm always yours."

[asskickedbygirl]

can you write a jess imagine pls? maybe him and the reader are together behind bam’s back (him and the reader are best friends) and he’s oblivious and the other guys know but take the piss and bam’s really confused?

maybe add a bit where bam finds out and is pissed?

Hush Hush

[Jess Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: anon covered it (:

A/n: sorry i disappeared again, i was writing a jess fic but then this req came through and it was better than what i was writing so !

warnings: brief smut (18+), alcohol

1.7k words

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"I have to go." You whispered as Jess' face remained buried in your neck.

"Noooo." He grumbled, pulling you in tighter.

"Come on, Bam's gonna be up soon, I have to leave."

You felt his beard graze against you, arms still firmly pressing your body against his under the sheets.

"Fine." He spoke lowly, finally releasing you.

You shimmied out from the covers, stumbling around the room in search of your clothes that had been discarded the night prior. Jess watched as you threw your CKY shirt back over your head and pulled up your sweatpants, combing your hair with your fingers as there was a lack of anything to fix it with in Jess' room.

"Remind me why you have to sneak out every night like we're sixteen?" Jess laughed making your eyes roll.

"Because, I haven't told Bam we're you know-"

"Humping?"

You scoffed, walking over to the bed again and planting a kiss on Jess' lips.

"You always put it so nicely!"

And with that you creeped out of your *kinda* boyfriend's bedroom and made your way down the stairs, only to be met with none other than the one person you were seeking to avoid.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bam's hair was all roughed up as he held a bottle of orange juice.

You really wished no one from the kitchen was able to see the bottom of the stairs at that point.

"Oh Jess drove me home from the bar and said I could sleep in your guest room. Thought you knew."

You were lying through your teeth of course but it seemed like Bam was buying what you were selling as he shrugged.

"Whatever. You want breakfast or something?"

***

Jess' hand found itself at the small of your back, pushing you against him as you made out roughly, your head against the wall but your fingers threading into his hair and pulling it softly. Your teeth and tongue clashed, his leg slotting itself between yours, low whimpers to be heard. No one else had showed up to the green room yet and it was times like these where make out sessions were at their best and most desperate. Before things could escalate any further the door opened, Chad stumbling in, beer in hand and laughing too hard at something to notice what you and Jess had been up to despite the fact it wouldn't have been the first time he walked in on the two of you. You both pulled away from each other, wiping your mouths and pretending like you had just been talking normally.

"Oh chill out love birds, Bam isn't here yet." Chad scoffed, noticing the way you were now standing awkwardly away from each other.

"Shut up Chad." You rolled your eyes and headed to grab a beer from the crappy mini fridge in the corner.

"What? It's not like the two of you are very good at hiding it. It's a wonder he hasn't picked up on it already."

"I mean we'll tell him eventually... I just don't know how." Jess responded for you, tearing down the illusion you were at least trying to maintain.

"Thanks Jess." You rolled your eyes, cracking two beers open with the edge of the table and sitting yourself next to Jess on the couch he had now situated himself on, handing him a bottle.

"What? They know."

You rolled your eyes again and sipped your drink.

"I mean I'd like to tell Bam but he's gonna flip his shit. He used to go crazy when I had a crush on you back in high school, what's he gonna do when he finds out I'm banging you."

"Wait, you had a crush on me?" Jess smiled widely, throwing an arm over your shoulder making you roll your eyes for the third time.

"Shut up you already knew that."

"I know I just like to relish in it sometimes."

Before you could punch Jess in the arm the door swung open, Jess moving his arm swiftly off of you. Bam, Dico, Ryan and Raab wandered in, immediately heading over to grab a beer. Chad tried to hide his smirk as you and Jess moved further away from each other, to ease suspicions of course. Dico jumped across the room to land right beside you, pulling you in tightly.

"Haven't seen you in a while, you're always with fucking Jess now."

You swallowed the lump in your throat at the passing comment, hoping and praying Bam wouldn't pick up on it but he seemed too preoccupied on trying to open his beer to notice.

"Oh well, you know."

Dico laughed.

"I know? Well yeah I know you and Jess are fu-"

You quickly clamped your hand around Dico's mouth, Chad bursting into laughter, much to your dismay.

"Sshhh!" You spat, nodding over to the still-oblivious Bam, reluctantly removing your hand.

"Oh come on, he doesn't know?!"

You shook your head.

"And if you tell him I'll kill you. I'm serious."

Dico rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but you know you're gonna have to tell him eventually, he'll find out one way or another."

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." You sighed.

***

You and Jess had been... a thing for a month now yet Bam was still unaware of any of it. Sure you had come pretty close a few times, having to hide in Jess' closet or stay silent in the shower as Bam started yelling at his brother on the other side of the door. You had to admit it was pretty fun sneaking around but when the initial excitement wore off it was more of a nuisance than anything else. You didn't really enjoy keeping a secret from your best friend, especially when the secret was that you were screwing his brother and so you decided you were just gonna tell him! Fuck it! You would finally spill your guts that night at Kildare's when he was drunk enough that he wouldn't kick up a storm. It was settled.

Jess' hand was pressed over your lips as it so often was when he was inside you, his hips snapping against yours with every thrust. You tried your best to suppress your moans but every now and then a whimper would slip through Jess' fingers, the faint noise of the headboard hitting the wall also not helping. Tears brimmed at your eyes as Jess hit the spot deep inside you, his other hand holding your hips down as he fucked you. Soon enough you were coming, moan only a low vibrate against Jess' skin. He removed his hand to grip your other hip tightly, thrusting faster to get himself to the edge, your head lulling back against the pillow as he spilled into you, groaning as quietly as he could.

You lay quiet and panting before Jess could pull out of you, him planting a kiss to your lips before going to find something to clean you up with. You shut your eyes and brought the back of your hand up to rest against your forehead, catching your breath.

"We gotta tell him tonight Jess. I don't know how much quiet fucking I can do."

Jess laughed under his breath, picking up an old shirt and moving to wipe your heat.

"Can you not talk about my brother right after we fuck. Also even if he does know he's gonna wanna hear us hump even less."

"Good point." You laughed.

Jess smiled as he admired you nude on his bed.

"We'll tell him tonight, he's gotta know I'm the lucky bastard that gets to bang you."

You both grinned as Jess leaned forward to kiss you for a moment.

"I'll get you water hold on."

Jess slipped on his boxers and left his room to head downstairs. You lay waiting for him only for the door to open a moment later, however, it wasn't the brother you wanted who wandered in. You quickly pulled the sheets up to cover your body out of instinct though Bam's eyes were trained at the ground, kicking Jess' clothes around seemingly in search for something.

"Fucking reeks in here. Why does he jerk off so fucking loud?" He mumbled under his breath.

You could've hid under the sheets at that point or jumped out the fucking window but you were paralysed with fear, simply gawking at the guy picking up dirty laundry off the floor and muttering like a mad man. You gulped quietly, fearing what the hell was gonna happen when Bam eventually moved his eyes up to find his best friend naked in his brother's bed.

"Where's my fucking shirt, I know he has it." He grumbled.

That's when his movements stopped, his eyes widening as well as his smile as he snatched up your bra.

"Jessie Ma-" Bam stopped suddenly, the straightening of his back meaning he was now staring right at you, your bra strap hanging round his fingers.

You gawked right back, terrified expression on your face as Bam was yet to compute what the fuck was going on.

"What the fuck?!" He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Bam we were gonna-"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

The door swung open once again, Jess looking exposed too with a glass of water in hand. Bam flicked his head to face his brother, then back at you, then back to Jess.

"YOU TWO ARE FUCKING?!"

Jess bit his lip, cringing internally.

"I swear we were gonna tell you tonight it just-" You let out but were quickly cut off by a frantic Bam.

"No, no! Fuck this! You guys can't fuck that's- that's not!"

Jess put his hand out, as if to calm Bam like he was a wild animal.

"It's fine Bam, really it's all fine."

Bam just shook his head, whether it was in pure disbelief or out of anger.

"How long-? Does everyone else know?!"

You and Jess shot each other nervous glances.

"I mean kinda. And not that long."

Bam put his head in his hands.

"Honestly I'm just gonna bleach my eyes out and maybe drink the bleach too."

Bam pushed himself out of the room shaking his head and whispering low "What the fuck?!"s under his breath as the door shut, leaving you and Jess in an awkward silence.

"Well that went about as well as expected." You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand.

Jess shook his head, matching your laughter.

End.

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