#it's zo screaming at the end

[zozo-01]

HAPPY SUPER WILD CARD WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!!

[insert cricket noises]

No one knows what I'm talking about? Alright good. Anywhoooo, me and @sri-rachaa have very strong opinions on which teams the Redacted Boys are a fan of, and in honour the NFL playoffs, why not see how our insufferable cowboy is doing.

CW: Mentions of Brighteyes, Darlin' and Lovely OCs (Bright uses they/them pronouns, the other two use she/her pronouns), yes Zohniyya and Rennie make a comeback cuz I said so, Give Monroe a warm welcome, Zo is a Bills fan, Vincent is a San Diego Chargers fan (fight me on that) and Sam is appropriately a Cowboys fan (tis his only flaw)

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"You think bein' raised 'round Cowboys fans would make me ready to date one."

"Zo, I don't think there is any preparing to date those heathens."

The vampire and werewolf sat on the coach, watching the southern man boast about how his team will go to the SuperBowl, something that both have heard over the years. Never happens though.

Vincent stood up, if he had to hear any more boasting, he'll go back in time and let a shade rip him to bits.

"WE GET IT!" He bellowed, letting out years of frustration from years of playoff futility. "THE COWBOYS ARE IN THE GODDAMN PLAYOFF AND THEY'RE GONNA LOSE IN THE DIVISIONAL ROUND!"

Sam smirked and cackled. "Oh excuuuuuse me, I ain't takin' shit from a team that hasn't made the playoffs for the last 5 goddamn years!"

"IT HAS NOT BEEN FIVE YEARS!"

"THE LAST TIME THEY MADE THE PLAYOFFS, THEY WERE STILL THE SAN DIEGO CHARGERS."

The vampire prince let out a horrified gasp. "THEY STILL ARE, YOU BASTARD."

Zohniyya was amused by the grown men fighting. 'Bitch please, we all know the Bills gonna win this year... I hope.'

Rennie, Monroe and Fred walked into the room, confused over the numerous animals Sam and Vincent were fighting over. Monroe spoke up first. "What are these bozos fighting over now?"

Zohniyya sighed and walked up to them. "Football playoff shit, just ignore 'em."

They let out a puzzled look. "I don't know how you can keep these teams straight." Monroe turned to Rennie. "And like, how did you deal with this growing up? Do you even know what's going on?"

Rennie shrugged. "No not really, I just watched for the halftime shows. Although, I always thought the Eagles were cool."

Immediately, silence filled the room. Zohniyya had a look of pity on her face. "Oh Rennie, what have you done-" She was cut off by Sam and Vincent.

"THE EAGLES? RENNIE I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS!!!"

"WHAT HE SAID LOVELY, THIS IS BETRAYAL!!!"

While the men were berating Rehna on her poor choice of team, Zo looked at the young progenies. "Y'all take Vinny and I take Sammy?" They nodded, understanding the assignemnt and zipped to drag Vincent away.

She came in between the brother and sister. "OK! I thinkkk she gets it now, baby." She rubbed her hands soothingly over him, effectively calming him down.

"Darlin'. The Eagles. You cannot be defendin' those damn birds."

"I ain't defendin' shit. Besides. there're worst teams she can like, pyaari."

Rennie piped up. "Yea! I like other teams too! Like the Patriots-"

"FUCKING BOSTON???"

[nerd-artist]

Horizon Rock Bands AU: Alpha Prime

This is heavily inspired by the animated series Jem and The Holograms (I’m sorry if you know the reference because it means you’re as old as me 😆). There will be posts about other bands. Ereloy implied 🧡.

The band

Alpha Prime is a synth-punk rock band that performs songs about the struggles of social life and humanity's downfall. Aloy and her twin sister Beta started the band to take down Nemesis, the evil group that was winning every contest through dishonest ways before Alpha Prime showed up. Petra, Alva, Zo, and Talanah also had their own personal discordances with Nemesis, so they teamed up with the sisters to bring them down and make the world a little brighter with their music.

Unstoppable on stage, they've been number one since their first appearance at The Proving, the most prestigious battle of the bands in the music scene. There, they met the band Rock Breakers, who are not only their competitors but also great friends and allies against Nemesis.

With their manager Ersa, they’re getting ready for the competition by touring across the country. Their shows are called epic, thanks to their magical computer GAIA, which adds awesome visual effects and illusions to their performances.

Character profiles under the cut

Aloy

She's the leader of the band and their main songwriter. She plays her guitar ‘Outcast’, and her soft voice mixed with her feral screams make her the perfect backup vocalist. When she and her sister Beta were little, their mother disappeared, which shattered Aloy's trust in others. This caused her to become closed off, and now she struggles with social interactions. She seeks revenge on Tilda, the leader of Nemesis, because she suspects her of being involved in her mother's mysterious disappearance. When the weight of her mother's legacy and her own frustrations become too much to bear, she turns to her best friend Erend, the leader of Rock Breakers. Being by his side makes her feel more at home than anywhere else, sparking emotions she doesn't quite understand—emotions that end up fueling her songwriting.

Zo

Fans describe the soothing tone of her voice as healing, so it’s no surprise that she uses her ‘Fa’ mic to take on the role of the band’s lead vocalist. Always looking out for the other girls, it’s common to see her setting up meditation sessions before shows. As an environmentalist, she’s determined to take down Nemesis to stop the pollution caused by the companies owned by their members. She’s also (very) openly in a relationship with Varl, a member of Rock Breakers.

Beta

Even more isolated than her sister after their mother disappeared, she found solace in sci-fi movies and video games, completely avoiding social life. She’s a tech nerd who spends most of her time planning new shows with the computer GAIA. For her, forming Alpha Prime has meant gaining a new, bigger family that’s slowly helping her come out of her shell. Though she keeps a low profile, the deep beats of her bass, ‘Matrix,’ make the crowd feel the tremble and are essential to completing the band’s sound.

Talanah

Her cultural background made her believe all her life that guitars weren't meant for women—until she picked up "Khalis," the guitar passed down from her father, who was said to be the greatest guitarist under the sun. It felt like she had finally found herself. She made it her mission to become the best guitarist out there, regardless of gender—and she did. Now, she shreds alongside Aloy to take down Jiran, a member of Nemesis and the one responsible for her father's death.

Alva

CEO, a member of Nemesis, controls the town of Alva from a distance. Both he and his predecessors have erased music from existence there, repressing the creative minds of its inhabitants and keeping them submissive. Alva is determined to recover musical knowledge and bring it back to her people, across the world, along with her beloved Federa. With her keyboard 'Ancestor' in hand and performing alongside Aloy, she feels capable of freeing her people from the torment of living without music.

Petra

It's no coincidence that the crowd's cheers grow louder whenever Petra shows up. The power of the rhythms from her drums, 'Forge’s Breath,' combined with her strong personality and physique, make her a favorite, especially among women. She's an amazing musical engineer and has crafted all the band's instruments in their players needs. She's not here seeking justice or revenge; she's here to hit hard and push the rhythm of their songs to the max.

Thank you for reading! What do you think they would sound like?

If you want to know more about Rock Breakers check this post ✨🤘

[pelova4president]

Magic Euros II

Leah Williamson x Wife!Reader

Magic Euros I

summary~ Your kids are absolute menaces, but how could they not, they’re Williamson’s and are around your wife’s crazy teammates all the time.

Your kids are little monsters and there is nothing you could do about it. James seemed to be pretty sweet and shy but how older he got the more he acted like his naughty aunties. Alice really wasn’t any good from the moment she was born. Your daughter was just as naughty as Katie, Vic and Kyra. They tried to involve Alice in all their pranks in the hopes that no one would blame them but instead the innocent two year old.

There were times their plan would work and your daughter got put in time-out or nothing would happen because ‘you got no proof’. But other times, like when they had Alice to hide Lessi’s shoes, she told on them after you threatened to take the toddlers iPad away. “Alice! Why’d you have to tell on us?” Victoria crouched down to your daughter. “B-but iPad” the girl defended herself. You laughed at that and Kyra rolled her eyes annoyed. “Why did you bring an iPad addict into the world?” the Aussie sighed.

And while Alice was influenced by the bad kids, James loved his sweet auntie Lotte. They had a very special and cute bond. Lotte loved to babysit him whenever you had to make time for Alice’s swimming lessons. He always came back from Lotte’s house with so much to tell but is so tired he always falls asleep halfway through his story. The boy wanted to be just like her. He tried to play footie like her, wanted to cook like her and he even started to dress like her.

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Beth and Viv loved to babysit them. They took the kids to all kinds of playgrounds and their dogs, Myle and Rona are their favourite. Myle was still very hyper and the mini Leah’s are too so they’d both end up asleep after a very busy day. Almost always James and Alice and up in Myle’s bed with Myle’s on the ground next to them.

Jamie and Al loved to watch their mummy play footie in the summer, the winter was less fun. You went to games as that is your job, you needed to be up to date and what better way to do that watching your wife play live. Taking the toddlers with you, you sat in the friends and family section. The kids were good almost the whole game. Well that was until it starting pouring down. The London weather decided to show up and everyone got absolutely soaked.

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When the girls had to play friendlies in Portugal you took the kids with you. You would have a little vacation and free babysitters, why wouldn’t you go.

The flight to the sunny Portugal was hectic though. Arriving at the airport, James was asleep but the hyper girl you had in your arms definitely wasn’t. “Calm down Al, you’ll see your aunties in a bit.” Leah tried to calm her down but that only mad her more hyper. “Where’s auntie Vicky! And Kyky oh- and Katie and and Lessi?” she tried to wiggle her way out of your grasp. You put her on the ground and she ran around in search for the Arsenal girls.

“We should’ve just bought her that kidsbelt, that way she wouldn’t be running around like this.” Leah sighed already regretting the decision to bring the kids.

“Mommy, Mama! KyKy’s here!” you heard your little girl scream through the airport. “That’s awesome sweetie, can you find the others too?” you asked her, trying to distract her with something.

After a few minutes of Alice running around the airport in the hopes of getting her tired for the flight, she found the rest of the team. “Mama look! Auntie Vicky’s here too!” she dragged you to the Dutchie. “Oh god help me Vic, ze is al de hele dag zo en ze wordt maar niet moe” (Oh god help me Vic, she has been like this the whole day and she isn’t getting tired.) you hugged your friend. Vicky laughed at your tired state, “Dat had ik niet gedacht, je ziet er zo energiek uit!” (I wouldn’t of thought, you look so energetic!) she said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes at her and sighed.

You walked over to your wife and sleeping son. “Leah, i don’t know why we thought this was a good idea, Alice is already being a menace to society. Think of what she can do when she’s with those other devils for more than a few hours.” you whisper to her.

Lotte came walking over to the two of you. “How are the little monsters doing?” she asked looking at Alice who was being thrown into the air by Kyra. “Well one of the two is sleeping like an angel and the other is… well, not.” Leah told her. James woke up hearing his favourite auntie. “Lotte!” he said tiredly, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “Hey grote jongen, you’re awake.” she took him out of the arms of your wife.

You tried to learn the kids some Dutch but that was hard since they were so young and they almost only spoke English. Vic, Viv and Lotte had tried to learn the kids some but it didn’t really stick. The only thing they really remembered was ‘stomkop’ which means stupid so it wasn’t really in your favour.

Walking into the plane, without kids since they chose their aunties over you and their other mom, you sat next to Leah. Kyra and Alice sat in front of you and Lotte and James next to you. You were not even off the ground when you heard the duo in front of you and your wife snore.

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When the team finally landed both of your kids were awake. Leah took the suitcases and bags to the teambus and you kept your eyes on the kids. Vic placed Al on her big suitcase and rolled the toddler to the parking lot. She was trying to teach her some Dutch but her effort was futile. “So kleine, say ‘ik hou meer van tante Vic dan van mijn mama’s’” (So little one, say ‘i love auntie Vic more than my mommy’s’) the midfielder tried. But the only thing coming out of the toddlers mouth was some gibberish.

A blonde forward approached the girls, “You’ve had her for a while now, she needs some quality time with her favourite auntie now.” Alessia grabbed to girl from Victoria’s suitcase. “You love auntie Lessi more right Ali?” Alessia said tickling your daughter.

Walking into the bus the naughty toddler took Alessia’s Prada glasses and put them on. “Look! I’m auntie Less!” she said posing like Alessia. Katie looked over and began laughing. “She really does look like you now, face all serious. Alice you look just like grumpy Lessi!” the Irish woman commented.

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Lina arrived later with her daughter Lo. Your kids loved to play together and try to trick Katie. Lo would tell Katie to walk her to the bathroom, where Alice and James would wait for her. “What can i help you with kid?” Katie asked the mini Lina. They would open the door and your kids attacked her. They threw water on her and the three of them ran away together.

“Lina Lina! Katie’s mad!” James ran towards the Swede. Lina would fake her confusion, “Why would Katie be angry pojke?”. The three kids looked at eachother, Alice pointed to Lo who had to explain everything.

Katie came running into the room with three buckets of water. “I’m gonna get ya!” she yelled chasing the screaming toddlers.

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chillin’ it out

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jillroord coolest kids out there 😎

lucybronze i’ll take the kids to the chillest place, next week they’re coming to barca

↳ keirawalsh i back that

lottewubbenmoy Jamie boy with the coolest sunnies

kyracooneyx yeahh the weirdooss

↳ victoriapelova you’re the biggest weirdo

alessiarusso99 ali looks too cute!!

↳ y/nwilliamson you out her in that dress and did her hair, how could she not

barcafemfam i love the arsenal family smm

W0s012 they’re literally mini Leah’s and y/n’s

When you got back from Portugal you went to dinner with your parents and Leah’s since they were in London for a few days. You had to leave the kids with Beth and Viv for the night but they didn’t mind, they loved kids.

Alice played with Myle and got her to play dead, well the toddler had to push her down to get her to play dead but it kind of worked. “Piew!” Alice yelled with her pistol fingers pointing at the puppy. “Myleee! You need to play dead! Lie downnn” she complained. The dog however had other plans and sprung on the little girl and started licking her face. “Bad doggy!” she giggled pushing Myle down on the couch and trying again. “Piew!” she yelled. Myle didn’t move a muscle so she just pushed the puppy down.

Viv saw the whole scene play out in front of her and laughed, having filmed the whole thing.

And while all of that was going on, James was vacuuming the couple’s house. “What’re you doing little guy?” Beth asked the boy. “Cleaning Auntie Viv and yours house!” he said excited. The vacuum wasn’t on but Beth didn’t have the heart to tell him that. “So sweet of you. Hard workers deserve a snack break right?” Beth ruffled his hair and placed a cookie in his hands.

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Keira and Lucy kept their promise and invited you, Leah and the kids to Barcelona. Keira drove to the airport to pick you up. Alice and James attacked Keira immediately. “Oh my god! Al, Jamie please, Auntie Kei still needs to drive us.” Leah took the kids off her bestfriend. “Well hello to you too.” the midfielder laughed.

Lucy awaited you at their door. “Lucy!” the kids yelled, running out of the car and into the defender’s arms. “Hey monsters!” she hugged them. “Silly Lucy, i’m not a monster.” James laughed at his auntie.

The kids got to see the Barcelona training ground and even got to watch a game. Ingrid and Mapi, who they already knew, were waiting for the kids. The kids ran onto the field and into the arms of the Barcelona couple. “We’ve missed you so much!” Ingrid yelled, picking both kids up and squeezing them. Mapi spun James around and played goalie when Alice was taking penalties. “You’re too good niña!” Mapi said picking your daughter up and placing her on her back and running around the field.

Leah and you always enjoy your time in Barcelona, the people there were like family and the city was beautiful. The weather was nice, well it mostly was and if it was raining it would clear up quickly.

Lucy and Keira made forts with the kids, danced with them in the rain, even though you said they shouldn’t because they’d get sick. And Lucy got James to hug a tree. “Trees deserve love too Jamie. It’s mean to kick them. You don’t like it when someone kicks you, go give the tree a hug.” the dark haired woman said after catching James kicking a tree in the park. “I’ll say sorry to the tree.” James said and ran through the park, giving the biggest hug as an apology. Lucy giggled at the scene in front of her. James really had a good heart and he did look like Lotte, like a lot.

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fun days with these kids

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lauren_hemp why is Jamie hugging a tree

ingrid_engen those samba’s are the cutest!

↳ marialeonn16 you bought them

↳ ingrid_engen they’re still cute though

victoriapelova why can they dance in the rain but i can’t?

↳ kyracooneyx yeah actually this is unfair

lj10 the coolest kids 😎

↳ lucybronze cooler than me?

↳ lj10 just a little bit

Coming back from the sunny Barcelona it was time for Alice’s first football training. James wasn’t really interested in football, only when auntie Lotte was playing. Alice loved to kick a ball around, she needed something to release all her energy.

Leah had been beyond excited to get her to play footie. They picked the shoes out together and bought her training kit. “You like these boots Ali?” Leah asked, picking out the shoes she liked the most. Alice just nodded. She wasn’t really interested in the boots, looking at the poster of one of her aunties in the store. “Look mummy, that’s auntie Lessi!” she pointed at the big poster next to the Adidas boots. “I want the same boots as Lessi!” the little girl insisted.

“Alice, that’s the wrong section. Look over here, you like these pink ones?” Leah said pointing towards the Nike boots. “No mummy! I want Lessi boots.” she stomped.

And that’s how your daughter came home with shiny silver Adidas boots.

Leah drove her to training, standing next to the field and watching your daughter play with other girls her age. Leah would never say it but seeing her little girl play football made her emotional. Alice was happy, making friends and even scoring. “She’s supposed to be a defender.” Leah sighed, hugging you from behind. “She’s an adidas girl and a striker but she plays football.” you said looking at your wife and kissing her on the lips. “You’re right, she’s a footballer.” Leah hummed.

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A/N not my best but i pulled through. I still have writers block though :(

[storydays]

Hazbin Hotel: Episode 1 p1

Overture

@avatar_lover

(3rd POV)

"Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshiped good and shielded all from evil. Lucifer was one of these angels. He was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But he was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven. 

For they felt his way of thinking was dangerous to the order of their world. So he watched as  the angels began to expand the universe in their ways. From the dust of Earth, they created Adam and Lilith. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Adam demanded control and Lilith refused. 

Drawn in by her fierce independence, Lucifer found her and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love. Together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the fruit of knowledge to Adam’s new bride, Eve, who gladly accepted.

But this gift came with a curse.

For with this single gift, evil finally found its way to Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin, and the order Heaven worked hard to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucifer and his love into the dark pit he created, never allowing him to see the good that came from Humanity, only the cruel and the wicked. 

Ashamed, Lucifer lost his will to dream. 

But Lilith thrived, empowering a demon-kind with her voice and her songs. And as the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision, that every year, they would send down an army: an extermination to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them. 

But Lilth’s hope remained. And her dream was passed down to their precious children, the Prince and Princess of Hell.”

A pale hand closed the story book, as a young woman held a key close to her, looking downcast. “Don’t worry Mom, I’ll make you proud.” She whispered, gazing out the window, listening to the screams outside. 

“Charlie?” a voice called startling the young woman. “Augh!” she yelped, as her key turned into a cat, who ran away to hide. Charlie winced before turning to the other woman, “Vaggie! Did you hear all that?” she asked. 

“Uh, yeah. I was standing right there.” smiled the woman, pointing at the door. “Sorry, I get pretty worked up after an extermination happens. The story helps.” Charlie frowned, staring at the book. “I know, don’t worry. I enjoy your theatrics. Are you okay?” Vaggie asked, sitting next to the blonde demoness. “I’m fine, just–ya know thinking about family stuff.” “DId you hear your from your mom yet?” Charlie shook her head sadly. 

“Oof, how long has it been now?” 

“Not that long…only…..seven….years. Off doing something important, I’m sure.” Together the women stood up, to look outside the window. “But this kingdom was something she really cared about; something I care about.” Charlie hugged herself, smiling wistfully. 

“Well, at least you’re not alone.” Vaggie soothed, holding Charlie’s hands.”I just hope that what I’m trying to do here will work.” Charlie admitted. “It will. I have faith in you.” the white haired woman smiled, cupping Charlie’s cheek. 

“All right, come on. Alastor says he’s got something he wants to show us.” Vaggie walked out of the room, Charlie going to follow her, before hearing the church bell ring outside. She turned to look out at the clock as it rang, signaling the end of the extermination. Charlie sighed before heading downstairs. 

*Downstairs*

“Well, hello there, you wayward sinner!” A cheery voice, on the television, called out to a demon currently stabbing another on the street, making the two look around confusedly. “Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do, that’s why you’re in Hell! But what would you say if there was a place that had none of that?” questioned the voice as more sinners popped up, varying emotions from annoyance to confusion. The camera then zoomed to reveal the hotel.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! A misguided path to redemption!” the camera then pushed into Charlie’s personal space as she was mid conversation, before she noticed the camera and she smiled and waved nervously. A spider demon appeared behind her, using all four of his hands to give the demoness bunny ears behind her head and on the side. “Founded 5 days ago by Lucifer’s delusional daughter, Charlotte Morningstar! Come place your faith in her inexperienced hands as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you!” 

The television showed a picture of Lucifer facing away from Charile as she hugged herself, tears in her eyes. Then it showed Charlie attempting to convince sinners to join. 

“Here we offer fun things! Such as somewhat functional staff.” The camera showed a grumpy cat demon who was clearly drunk as he face planted into the bar. A little cyclops woman scurried around him, chasing a bug with a giant needle in her arm, with a maniacal grin on her face, as she attempted to stab the bug.

“24 hour pest control! Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor!” The camera panned out to show a piece of wood falling near the spider demon from earlier who was lounging on a couch, clearly bored as he examined his finger nails.  “Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident.”

The spider sent the camera a middle finger, making an effect of the word Wow appear on screen, changing to show a crudely drawing of the hotel with different notes and smiley faces with a large toothy grin. “Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel. Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here!” On the screen, appeared: “Call now or don’t! I don’t care! We still don’t have a working phone!” 

The TV shut off as the audience in the room sat around, emotions varying from anger, shock, and disbelief. “So, what’d ya think?”asked a grinning deer demon, dressed head to toe in red and black. 

“I’m sorry, what the FUCK was that?” scowled Vaggie, arms crossed. “Uh, yeah, one note. Alastor…” Charlie started, ignoring how the demon’s smile tightened. “I mean, first off, thank you so much for making this, seriously, amazing, but um..” Charlie played with her fingers as she tried to explain her thoughts, “The tone was maybe a bit..off?” Alastor tilted his head as she continued. 

“We want people to WANT to come here. This makes it look–um..” “Bad. The word you’re looking for is bad.” Vaggie snarled, crossing her arms. 

“Funny, I was going for hilarious!” Alastor laughed. “It didn’t explain anything about how we’re trying to save demons, which is the whole fucking point!” 

“Vaggie is right, Alastor. The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to save them.” called a smooth voice from another armchair. The male was sitting on the chair, his legs over the arm of the chair, and the cat from earlier purring in his arms, as he stroked her back. This was the Prince of Hell, Heir to the Throne, and Charlie’s big brother, (Y/N).

“Well, my dear (Y/N), I haven’t been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show. The proper way to express oneself!” Alastor turned to the TV with a clear disdain written over his ever grinning face.

“But you insisted on this noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it.” “Oh fun, you had a little fun?” Vaggie snapped, before standing. “Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here, a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you’re mocking us. Nobody’s going to want to come to a place that a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a waste of time.” Vaggie hissed before the 4 noticed a red hand waving in the air. 

“What?” snapped Vaggie as (Y/N) started to walk towards the bar. 

“If’n you’re filimin’ a commercial, can I suggest you take advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?” The spider demon from earlier, sat up lazily, grabbing the bottle of alcohol with him, and winked at the people, gesturing to himself. 

“Angel, you’re a porn star.” Vaggie deadpanned.

“A famous porn star.” Corrected Angel, as (Y/N) came back and sat next to the spider, with a strawberry Daiquiri in his hand. 

“I’ll have the horniest sinners knockin’ down these walls to get in.” The white furred spider grinned smugly, before swinging his legs over (Y/N)’s lap, clearly comfortable. “We are not shooting a porn as a commerical.” Vaggie said firmly. 

“Why not? Sex sells, don’t it?” Angel winked. “I swear, if you film me going at it with Sexy Princey or Mr FancyTalk Creep Voice here, you’d be rollin’ in participants to stay at this tacky hotel.”. Alastor laughed loudly before deadpanning. “Haha! Never going to happen.”

The bespectacled prince cleared his throat nervously, cheeks a slight red as he tried to compose himself. “A-Angel, we appreciate you wanting to use your ‘special skills’ to, um, attract folks to the hotel. But I–WE, meant to say WE don’t want to exploit you in that way.” 

(Y/N) smiled at the spider demon who grinned, leaning into the prince’s space, close to his ear, and purred, “But what if I want you to exploit me……..Daddy?” “HAHA! OKAY!”

(Y/N) yelped, before using his wings to quickly fly up and over by the bar, startling Angel who then smirked knowingly at the demon. 

Turning towards the girls, Angel continued to talk, “This body was made to be exploited, baby. I’ve got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs, I got the lung capacity. Oh, oh! I have the legs, the gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits..”  Charlie laughed uncomfortably as Angel continued talking.

(Y/N)’s phone started ringing, making the prince roll his eyes and walk away, answering his phone. “I’ll be right back.” 

He turned the corner, and grinned deviously as he answered the phone, “What up, bitch!”

*Back with the others*

“Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can’t he just make people stay here?” Angel asked suddenly, pointing at Alastor.

“Oh trust me, I can.” Alastor grinned darkly, briefly showing his horns.

“Why do you think I’m here?” A gruff voice called from the bar, making everyone turn to the bar, towards the grumpy cat from earlier. 

“You think I’d be cleaning bottles and listen to you fucks’ bitch and moan, if he wasn’t forcing me.” The bartender hissed as the little cyclops appeared next to him, grinning. 

“I like being forced.” She giggled. 

“Keep that to yourself, Niff.” grimaced the cat demon. 

“What, you don’t love being here with me, Whiskers?” Angel mocked, making a kissy face. 

“Call me whiskers again, and I’ll jam that bottle down your throat.” the cat threatened.

“Kinky! C’mon, keep talking dirty.” grinned Angel, narrowing his eyes at the cat.

“Angel, let Husk do his job. And no, we can’t force people to stay here; they need to choose to.” Vaggie stated. 

“I’m choosing to be here, and I think it’s all stupid. We’re in Hell, toots.” Angel shrugged, “That’s kind of the end of the line, ain’t it?”

“Well, maybe it doesn’t have to be.” Charlie smiled. “Just because no one’s ever made it out, doesn’t mean it’s not possible.”

Angel placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder as he leaned down to her height. “Hey, whatever means I can keep crashing here rent free.” The women shot him a deadpanned look, and he scowled. “Crack is expensive.”

(Y/N) quickly came and grabbed Charlie by the arm, grinning excitedly. “Char, come with me!” Charlie yelped as her brother pulled her around the corner. 

“Woah, (Y/N), what’s going on?”

“So the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet…and I managed to convince Dad to let me send you to talk to them instead.”

Charlie tilted her head. “Why me? You usually take care of stuff like that.”

“Because, Char, you are the princess of Hell,and I think you’re old enough to start partaking in stuff like this. And.. you can use this as an opportunity to try to convince Heaven to give your Hotel a chance. “ (Y/N) prompted. 

“Ooh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Charlie hugged her brother before rushing to tell Vaggie. (Y/N) going to lean on the couch, as Vaggie questioned Charlie. “But the extermination just happened. What could they want this soon after?” 

Charlie started singing and twirled Vaggie who replied dizzily, “Okay but just don’t sing to them.”

“That bitch is half way down the street.” (Y/N) and Angel laughed, with the others looking out the door, watching the princess sing. 

“Is she–?” Vaggie asked, worriedly.

“Oh, she’s dancin’.” Angel tossed his head back, drinking the bottle in his hands, ignoring Vaggie’s groan.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Plot Bunny; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.

He’s just so small, she thinks. Bigger than he was the last time she’d seen him, before the end of their world, but still so small. 

She doesn’t know how she’s going to do this.

But she still has to do this, so–so she’s going to do it anyway. 

She wonders if Kal will ever speak Kryptonian. She wonders if the aliens’ language will sound more natural and familiar to him, one day. She wonders if– 

She sweeps the porch. 

“Ma Mar-Tha Kent,” Kara recites to herself quietly, trying to get the accent right. “Pa Jona-Than Kent. Ka-Lair Zo-El Kent. Ka-Lum El-Ot Kent. Smoll-Veel. ” 

The accent probably isn’t right, but she’s working on it. Trying to, anyway. 

“Kuh-ow. Chee-ken. Brekk-fist. Lun-chuh. Sup-purr. Suh-nack. Pye.” 

It was so much easier before. So much . . . simpler. 

She was so much less sad before. 

But Kal needs her to not be sad. Kal needs to see her smile, and needs her to take care of him, and . . . and . . . 

Kara turns her back on him, making it look like part of the sweeping, and lets her expression crumple for a moment. Doesn’t let herself cry, because then she might look like she’d cried, or maybe he’d notice her scrubbing the tears away. 

Or maybe she’d just never stop. Maybe she’d just cry her eyes out of her head, ‘til they melted and dripped out and left her blind. She doesn’t need them anyway. They’ll never see Argo City or Kryptonopolis again. Never see Krypton itself again. None of her friends; none of their family. 

Never see her parents again. 

No. She needs her eyes. She needs everything she’s got, because Kal needs everything she’s got. 

She can’t deny him anything. She can’t let him down or leave him. She can’t . . . she can’t . . . 

She can’t let him down. 

And she won’t, she tells herself. She won’t let him down. Won’t fail him. Won’t let anyone hurt him or wrong him or . . . or . . . 

Kal lets out a startled chime of distress, and Kara whips back around. He's on the far side of the porch at the very edge of the big swing seat, his eyes big and alarmed, and he's wobbling forward. Losing his balance. Too far away for her to steady or catch. 

He's going to fall, she recognizes, and feels white-hot terror. 

And he falls. 

She screams. 

.

.

.

When she can think again, Kara's pressed into the farthest-back corner of the porch, curled up on the floor around Kal and sobbing into his hair as he chirps in confusion and tries to squirm out of her arms. She tightens her grip on him and sobs harder. He whines in distress. 

She can't make herself let go. 

“Ka-Lair,” Ma is saying, her too-flat voice gentle and worried. Kara tries to look at her. Ma is crouched in front of them, her hands held out in a soothing gesture. The swing seat is knocked off one of its chains. 

She doesn't remember how that happened. Is that why Kal lost his balance? 

Kal lost his balance. He fell, he–he–

She doesn't remember him falling. He was . . . he was losing his balance, she remembers. He was about to fall. 

And then she'd screamed, and then they were here, her heart thrumming triple-time in her ears, and he was in her arms. 

She doesn't remember anything else.

[respectthepetty]

How does it feel to stay winning Petty? Also who would've guessed that baby Barcode would be the one of the BOC boys to collect kisses from all the homies!?

Anon, I appreciate you sending this because, right now, I feel like an elite status female rapper. Like CL from 2NE1 rapped in their 2011 hit, "I am the best", Be On Cloud owns me, and y'all can't tell me shit about this show.

I know I have some Wild Ass Theories and I'm always clownin' in these BL streets, but I love when my theories actually hit their target like . . .

When I knew Teacher Chadok was in a relationship with Teacher Dika since the first episode of The Eclipse.

When I knew Kanghan's house was going to be robbed and his dad would be shot since the third episode of Dangerous Romance, even though I thought Saifah would do it.

When I knew Pat was working with Joke to win over Zo since the first episode of Hidden Agenda.

I love making Wild Ass Theories no matter how crazy they are, like my belief that the twins' dad is involved in this whole murder and sex work plot in Playboyy. No matter what happened in this past episode, I still believe it and am eagerly awaiting the upcoming chaos to see how hard I clowned.

Which is why I LOVE Dead Friend Forever.

I want the record to state that no matter what happens after episode seven, that at this exact moment in time, I love this show. It makes me happy to be alive at the same time this is airing, and I'm not joking. I want to remember that at one point, this show was everything to me, and even if it goes down hill, it had all my attention in the first seven episodes. I want to appreciate it right now because regardless of what happens, it did everything right in the first half.

With the way some shows keep losing their footing in the end, sometimes we forget how good they were in the beginning, and the emo in me doesn't want to forget this feeling. Some of my favorite movies are Scream, Heathers, and Jawbreaker so this show has been giving me the explicitly queer version of kill your frenemies since the very first episode, and I love it.

My internal alarm went off the second Tee got upset that Phi was speaking to White in episode one, then the dark hand touched him making him enemy #1. I didn't like the way he told White he needed to obey him, and I feel like the dark hand wasn't too pleased with it either. It was a vibe.

And now Non has a hurt hand in the past from falling off the bike . . .

Then, Jin was the main character of the previous film, so he was either the killer or the biggest baddie.

But Phi was just so sus, that I clocked him as a killer.

Which meant Phi and Jin were the killers, but Tan has no backstory and people with no history are intentionally hiding it, so they can kill everyone and peace out.

So in my mind, Tan and Phi were regulated to the killers, Tee was the second to last to die, which I'm hoping it's by his boyfriend White who he thinks disobeys him, and the rest of the squad would die as needed. Which left Jin to be the baddie.

All of my theories could blow up at any second because we don't know if Jin actually sent that video or if his computer fizzled out before it finished uploading, so he could still be a killer avenging Non instead of a baddie who wronged Non (but he took the video and that is messed up regardless of what he planned to do with it).

But either way, I'm hoping it comes down to Phi and Jin in that forest because the show started with them.

And I don't think Jin realizes who Phi is to Non since Jin never got a good look at Phi's face in the past.

The Twitter folks spotted that Phi's dad was the police chief from the letters the boys got calling them in for interrogation in episode six.

And now the knife from episode two is showing up in the past in Non's backpack.

Up until this point, I feel the show has laid out a solid story with a good cast, and I think Be On Cloud relied on their KinnPorsche casting to throw people off in this show because who expected Us to be doomed in the first episode? That was like Drew Barrymore dying at the beginning of Scream.

People have felt off about JJ's character, but the show wouldn't really have JJ do anything bad to sweet Barcode, right?

And Barcode and Ta being paired together was a pipe dream for the Macau x Porchay shippers, so it could never happen here!

Especially because Ta and Copper won The Hidden Character, which meant they were going to be the main pair of this show, right?

WRONG!

Barcode is gonna be involved in some fucked up shit, and according to those MDL comments, people are realizing they messed up making any assumptions before this show started based on what the actors previously did.

I truly feel like BOC looked at its lineup and said "Baby Barcode was babygirled so hard for the past two years that the audience won't even think his character is capable of such things"

and I love that for us.

BOC gave these youngsters (19-23 in age) a script from Dr. Sammon and the Pit Babe writers and said "go HAM, bitches"

And the audience stays winning.

This isn't about my Wild Ass Theories coming true. This is an appreciation post for what this show has given to me up until this point - a good mystery.

Every week I have more questions and none of them feel like they will go unanswered. Is Non dead? Did Jin actually upload the video? Is Tan a killer? Why did Phi hook up with Jin? Will White finally snap, crackle, and pop like a bag of Rice Krispies treats for the mere fact that he simply wanted a nice weekend getaway with his boyfriend and now has to deal with all this bullshit?

But most importantly, when did Phi realize he was going to kill all of them after making them run around scared for their lives?

Because by time the show makes it back to the present day, I'm sure we're all going to want to watch these kids suffer in the worst ways possible.

Manipulate, Murder, Mayhem

[xxn00bpwn3rxx]

woaw iz dat a pestkit fanfic ?!?!?

hai . made thiz for 1k twitter followerz celebration :3 waz zuppozed 2 be a comic but i waznt liking it and felt i could better zhow my ideaz and pest/medkit'z emotionz thru writing zo here : ) bware . fluff

Summary; Medkit has a nightmare, and Pest tries to comfort him

⠀⠀Darkness surrounded him. He didn't know where he was or how he ended up here, and he looked around, eyes wide as his eyes adjusted to the light. His hands trembled as he held on to a lantern with a small fire inside of it, illuminating everything around him with a weak yellow glow. He was holding onto the lantern like his life depended on it, he didn't even think he would be able to drop it if he had to. ⠀⠀Flies buzzed quietly around him as he stepped forward. There was a long road in front of him that led into darkness, with an occasional torch dotted here and there that didn't do much to pierce through the pitch black. Sand covered the ground on either side of the road, and he could hear small whispers in the distance. ⠀⠀He walked along the path, stopping when he saw a person. He ran up to it, calling out to them, but nothing came out of his mouth. He stopped in his tracks instantly when they looked at him with firey green eyes and muttered a garbled sentence, though he understood it clearly. "You filthy traitor." ⠀⠀Ice seemed to crawl up his spine suddenly as he looked away and started power-walking down the road again. He could hear the whispers from the darkness clearly now. ⠀⠀"I need healing!" ... "How's your eye?" ... "Do I have to work with a traitor?" ... "Help!" ⠀⠀It made his mind and heart race as he started to run, wanting to get away from the whispers as fast as he could. His feet pounded against the asphalt, sending up pain through his legs from the force of it, but he couldn't stop. He felt like something was following him, and it sent his adrenaline rushing. ⠀⠀Through the darkness and occasional light, he saw it. A house. He could hide in there! He went faster, running up through the steps and through the open door, almost flying into the T.V.s that were scattered in certain places in the room. He stared down at them, the red screens flickering. A single light source came from the roof; everything else was open and empty. There was no place to hide in here. ⠀⠀He could still hear the whispers. They were getting louder. The same thing, over, and over, and over again. And he could hear the shadowy figures walking around, their footsteps soft but audible. Then he heard a sound he hadn't heard before. A buzzing sound that was definitely getting louder. He looked over his shoulder right before a giant green slitted eye flew through the door towards him, and he let out a scream right before he blacked out, the last thing he heard from the eye being "You must kill him, to become him." ...

⠀⠀Medkit sat up straight on the bed with a loud gasp, his heart racing too fast for him to handle, his hands clammy, his mind fuzzy. He was panting heavily, and his mouth felt dry. His hands shook as he gripped the bedsheets, making sure he was still alive and fine, but grounding himself didn't seem to work as his eyes darted around the dark room. He didn't recognize where he was. And that sent more fear through him. ⠀⠀He was starting to hyperventilate, and he could hear nothing but his own heart beating at a scary pace, faster than it should ever be, and he was terrified he was about to have a heart attack. He gripped the pillow next to him, holding it with so much strength that his knuckles had turned white, and he started sobbing. Soft sobs, with a few hiccups in between, but slowly started getting louder as he smothered his face into the pillow.

⠀⠀In the other room, there was the soft sound of a water faucet running into the sink with the occasional splash of water. Pest stared at the mirror in front of him, water dripping off of his face. One of his antennae flicked upwards and twitched towards the bathroom door, something felt off. He turned off the faucet and bent over slightly, elbows resting on the counter as he listened. Then he heard it. Crying. ⠀⠀Crying again? He sighed softly, turning his gaze over to the bathroom door as he took the hand towel from besides the sink to wipe his face dry. That's the third time this week. He listened for a small bit more, noticing how it wasn't letting up. He grumbled. ⠀⠀Now, Pest wasn't one to care if somebody was crying around him, he'd ignore it. And he did the first couple times Medkit had cried near him. But three times is one too many, and he was getting annoyed. Though, what he couldn't ignore was the small sliver of empathy he had towards the demon; as much as Pest hated to admit it, he felt bad for Medkit. ⠀⠀And personally to Pest, Medkit wasn't the one to break down like he had been recently. Pest had been around him long enough to know that something had changed within the man, and he didn't know what had caused it. He didn't think too much about it though as he finished drying his face and moved over to open the bathroom door. ⠀⠀He slowly moved it open and peeked out of it, eyes moving around the dark room until his eyes met the form of Medkit huddled on the bed, face covered with one of Pest's pillows. He let out a soft growl, but ignored it as he opened the door more. As he stared over at Medkit, that feeling of empathy grew, and it confused him. He'd never felt it before. Something was telling him to suck it up and go comfort his boyfriend, but he was unsure how. So, he knocked on the bathroom door softly just to let Medkit know he was there. ⠀⠀Medkit stilled, his sobs disappearing as he laid there. He was shaking, his heart still racing. Hearing the knocks made him more scared, as he was unsure of who it was. By staying still he hoped whatever it was would think he wasn't there. Then he felt the bed dip slightly where his legs were and a low creak of the bedsprings. He breathed heavily and got brave enough to look over his pillow slightly, to be greeted with 4 red eyes staring at him. Medkit thought he would have just croaked right then and there finally from a heart attack, but something about the way the eyes were looking at him gave him a sense of safe that he didn't understand. ⠀⠀The other person shifted slightly closer, still looking at him. Medkit couldn't see much from how dark the room was, but he could recognize the shape of Pest from anywhere, and he calmed down a tiny bit as he stared at him. ⠀⠀"Are you okay?" Pest muttered out. Medkit's brain paused for a quick second, and he continued to stare at Pest as he slowly processed what he had just asked. To him, it sounded more like a demand than a question, and it dumbfounded him, especially since he was still mentally out of it from his nightmare that the question was lost on him. And he must still be in his nightmare, because Pest would never ask him that. ⠀⠀Pest watched Medkit for a few more seconds before growling. "Did you hear me?" His voice was harder this time. Oh. It really is Pest. Medkit thought, and he slowly put his pillow down to lay it on his chest. He nodded, opening his mouth to reply, but instead licking his lips to get rid of the chappy dry feeling he still had. After a couple seconds, he replied. "Y-yeah. I did." Medkit's voice was shaky, low and hoarse, and he hoped what he said was intelligible enough for Pest to hear.

⠀⠀"Then answer. Are you okay?" Pest narrowed his eyes at him, and Medkit felt a hand gently being placed on his own. It wasn't much, but that small gesture made Medkit feel warmer than he had a few seconds ago, and he instantly went to intertwine his fingers with Pest's. ⠀⠀"I... I suppose so." Medkit looked away, leaning back against the pillows. Pest moved over and turned the bedside lamp on, turning his head to stare at Medkit's face. He looked tired, which was the norm for Medkit, but somehow he looked even more pathetic like this. His one eye was shot, his hair a complete mess, and the little fluff on his cheeks were stiff with dried tears. Pest chittered, clicking his mandibles together as he took in the sight in front of him. ⠀⠀"That's a lie." Medkit frowned at Pest's response. "You look like you were run over by multiple trucks and possibly an airplane." Medkit knew Pest was attempting to lighten the mood, but it didn't work for him. ⠀⠀"Why... why would you care?" Medkit turned his head to Pest as he asked the question, and he felt guilt as he heard the way it sounded as it exited his mouth. He instantly went to apologize, "I'm-" ⠀⠀He was cut off by Pest suddenly getting up further onto the bed, moving Medkit's legs to crawl towards him like a feral animal, his head lowered, and eyes squinted at him like he was suddenly a piece of prey. "Pest, what are you-" Suddenly, Pest was laying right on top of Medkit, and he couldn't help the blush creeping onto his face as Pest wrapped his top arms around him, bringing them both into an embrace. ⠀⠀Pest stared up at Medkit, his chin on his chest. "Look. I don't care what you think of me. Just stop your crying. It's starting to get on my... nerves." Medkit exhaled softly. The way Pest spoke was harsh, not a lot of comfort, but that wasn't what caught Medkit's attention. The way Pest had hesitated on the last word gave Medkit all he needed to know about Pest's true feelings, he knew it was his own way of saying "I want you to stop crying because it's making me upset," which showed he cared. At least, that's what Medkit was hoping for. ⠀⠀Pest's mandibles tapped Medkit's chest. "Or else." Medkit stiffened a bit, wondering why he was suddenly being threatened to stop his crying, but when he looked down at Pest's eyes he saw a playful glimmer to them. That did not help matters. ⠀⠀He shifted slightly underneath Pest as he stared at him straight on. "Don't." His voice was low, a warning, but Pest did nothing but smile teasingly back at him. ⠀⠀"Don't what?" Pest replied. Medkit's heart dropped when he felt Pest's lower hands trail up underneath his nightshirt, and he blushed harder. A small thumping noise could be heard, and when Pest looked down, he noticed Medkit's deer tail was hitting the bed, and he snickered. "Okay. Now I know this'll work." He looked back up at Medkit right before he used his claws to gently claw at his fur. ⠀⠀The moment Pest's fingers did that, Medkit jolted with a soft yelp. The sensation made a million different thoughts and emotions go through his head at once and it was getting increasingly hard to not get overwhelmed or melt, or both at the same time. Medkit hissed through his teeth, "Pest. Stop it. That tickles." ⠀⠀Pest rolled his eyes and moved upwards more. "That's too bad." He bent down and started planting soft kisses on Medkit's face, bringing his hands up to lay on Medkit's chest as he did so. Pest was getting confused on why he was suddenly getting so touchy with Medkit, but it looked like he needed it so he went with his urges and showered him in affection. Medkit on the other hand, was becoming a flustered mess below him.

⠀⠀Medkit was letting out soft giggles as Pest kissed his face, he was trying desperately to act like it wasn't doing anything just because he felt stubborn, but it was not working out in his favor. Especially with his tail going 50 mph right next to them. Pest cupped his face with his hands and started kissing him more deeply, one on the forehead, another on the cheek, a gentle one on his facial scars. Medkit's ears flicked and he whined, making his lips a thin line as if to stop himself from smiling. ⠀⠀He felt like if Pest continued any longer he was gonna end up melting into a puddle, his heart felt like it was about to burst. Then Pest kissed him on the lips, and his body went completely limp, his eyes closed, and his mind went completely blank from shock. He could feel nothing but Pest's hands and arms wrapped around him, his mandibles caressing his cheeks, his lips on his, and his antennae gently tapping him as if Pest were feeling him with those too. ⠀⠀After a couple seconds of the kiss that felt like it went on for hours, Pest pulled back and looked down at Medkit, hands still cupping his face as he scanned his expression. Medkit fluttered his eyes open, making immediate eye contact with Pest. He breathed quickly through his nose, and he cheeks were a deep blue color as his lips trembled into a weak smile. ⠀⠀Pest adjusted himself so he was laying next to Medkit, and he laid his head against one of his horns as he wrapped all four arms around him fully. "There. You smiled." He grinned smugly at him, and Medkit grumbled softly. Though, he couldn't stop the smile growing on him as he nuzzled his face against Pest's neck, placing a hand on his chest. ⠀⠀"Shut up," he muttered, placing a little kiss against Pest's neck, earning a chitter in response. ⠀⠀He raised one of his hands up to rub gently at Pest's horns, which was in his own way him being affectionate right back at him. His blunted claws scratched and massaged in the little grooves, him being extra careful of the spiky parts. It didn't take long for Pest to entirely lean against Medkit, kicking his leg against the bedsheets like a little dog as Medkit continued, and he started hearing a soft rumble coming from his chest as he used the other hand to massage the other horn. They suddenly twitched, clicking together once, and Medkit had to withdraw his hands quickly to make sure Pest didn't accidentally grab his nightshirt (or hands) and rip it. ⠀⠀His smile grew as he snuggled closer to Pest, looping his arms around his neck, feeling safe in the comfort of him. After a bit, his breathing slowed down, and he found himself finally falling back asleep, his ear right up against Pest's chest as he listened to the steady rhythm of his heart. Pest went and moved his tail to push the blanket closer to him, going slow to make sure Medkit didn't wake up, and went and wrapped the blanket around the both of them as he got more comfortable in his position. ⠀⠀Medkit was already snoring softly, and Pest found his own eyes closing as he let himself finally fall asleep as well. Medkit didn't have a nightmare this time, and Pest finally got some much needed rest.

[fushiguroshotwife]

Pretty Cunt!

TW: Blow jobs, Thrusting, making out?, Quickie.

˚�Ve's Note : I suck at this so BYE-

°•. What happens?: Black reader, she/her, you x Zoro and basically a smut. He teased you alot and Nami walks in on.. yeah..

MDNI 18+ !

♡Sitting on your ship's bed were both Roronoa and you, the reader. Zoro was in a wonderful mood, so he was sitting in your room and not giving a damn. It went unnoticed by you.The man was sitting on your bed, right next to you, not even an inch from your shoulders touching, and although you would swear that you didn't mind, you were actually screaming inside.

His smile gave you butterflies in your stomach, and he knew it. He wanted to tease you that day, and he did; in fact, his teasing drove you crazy.

You want him, and you want him terribly.

Well, let's just say that this man would make you feel attracted to him with just about anything he did, without even trying. He would caress your neck and run his hands over your magnificent, thick brown thighs.

You would also claim to Nami, your close companion, that you detest him with all of your heart, but she didn't buy it for a second because of the way you behaved, and you couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by the other strawhats when they laughed about it.

He and you had always given each other the cold shoulder, but occasionally things aren't like that. It made you feel uncomfortable and awkward on the inside when he would act as though he didn't know you and sometimes tease you sexually. The way he acts, that tingly feeling, it makes you feel weak.

Regardless, it caused you to fall in affection for him repeatedly while you were patiently awaiting for the two of you to finally be hitched.It got really annoying for you that he would tease you and say nothing in return because no one else was saying anything; it was just you and him. You say in a hushed tone,

"..Zoro.." until you eventually utter anything. Perplexed, Zoro answered, "Yeah?.. what's up?" Perhaps you wanted to confess to yourself? Nevertheless, you're way too afraid, and that would be corny, wouldn't it? You were sitting there, confused and unsure of what to say or why to make the move. Should you go ahead and do it?

You had to say something, though, because you had no choice but to take a chance or he would end up with another lady, which is something you really did not want to happen. So, you said in a very embarrassed tone,

"uh.. so.. could you." You paused for a moment, and Zoro waited for you to respond with, "Kiss me?" with an expressionless look. You kind of looked aside, stressed out he approached you, not even an inch away, Zoro would be kissing you with surprisingly soft lips

and his hands resting on your hips. You were a little taken aback by the whole kissing thing, but you didn't mind it at all. Zoro would then turn to face you and stare at you expressionlessly.

And of course, you wanted much more from him than just a kiss, but you didn't want to appear needy, so you pretended that was all you needed. Surprisingly,

he wasn't over. Far from over.It was a mistake for you to giggle when he caressed your thighs a little bit more deeply. You collapsed onto the bed you were previously seated on and laughed so darn hard as he tickled you all over."z- Zo!- " Zoro paused for a moment to listen to what you had to say since everything you said was drowned out by your laughter.

"hm?." Undoubtedly, you felt relieved. But when I grew a little more at ease with him, you ask. "Want to pull a quickie?", You asked. His face was once more expressionless, but when that nasty smirk crept across his lips,

you knew he wasn't backing down.He continued to shove you up the bed and towered over you while still sporting that stupid smirk on his flawless face.

You didn't understand why he was so at ease doing this without hesitating. You would slowly close your eyes and bite your lip as you thought about what would come next and what he would do, your face as vibrant as a tomato.

You were ignorant. If he desired to begin right now or....He unzipped your top, tossed it aside, and left nothing below as he gently brought you closer with his hands, trapping you directly on the bed and leaving you gasping for air.

"Oh my, look at you. Are we not wearing any bras? Pretty cunt."

He begins softly caressing your thigh, and because it felt so silky, you merely pushed your head back to look up at the ship's ceiling as he continued.

Without saying a word, you immediately strip off your shorts and panties and throw them on the ground before turning around and anxiously waiting for what he will do. You couldn't help but want to get right into it.

When you flipped over to lay flat on your stomach, he grinned like a psychopath. You and him both had a good idea of what would happen next.Even though you couldn't see him, you could hear him tossing his kimono robe across the floor of your ship room.

And with no time to waste, he drives his properly hardened dick deeper and further into your crack.You groan loudly, barely managing to utter "Zo- ZORO!" He moves slower, not any better, only more excruciating than ever as you struggle to cling on to the bed sheets with your trembling hands.Because you had no idea how to do "it," you were hoping he did. But hey, you're not complaining because you received a lot more than you asked for.

As you squirm in pain he made you to turn over and you could see the size of his dick, big, no, huge. "Suck it, Y/n."

You nod with your body tired and weak as you suck it clean Making it go up and down in your mouth, deeper and back, surprisingly you have quite the gag reflexes to handle it.A few minutes pass and he came right into your mouth, you were surprised you made this man cum, but you just took in all in, "ya' gonna take in all in." He said with a smirk.He forced you flip over as you writhed in agony so that you could see how big—no, how enormous—his dick was. "Y/n, screw it."You sip it clean and nod, your body limp and exhausted. Unexpectedly, you have strong gag reflexes to deal with making it move up and down, deeper and back in your mouth.After a little while, he suddenly appeared in your mouth. You were shocked that you had made this man cum, but you simply inhaled, "Ya' gonna take in all in?" With a grin, he said.

He played with your hair like rag doll hair the entire time, pulling, tugging, and twisting it.

Nami, your best friend and the person you've confessed everything to, arrived after you both went drifting off with the blanket over you. She entered the room with a huge smirk on her face. She was surprised, granted, but she was even more amused when she noticed that you and Zoro were sharing a bed.

'Oh god...How embarrassing...'

you thought.

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫.

𝐁𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Most memorable items of clothing in bl series in 2023

In order of their airing/me watching them:

I'm thankful I've gotten into the habit of noting which shows I watch and when otherwise I wouldn’t be able to remember. As it is, first on my list is Bed Friend, which kind of sets the tone for this post since it features the best and the worst outfit choices for Uea. The waffle robes and cat ears vs the fake sleeves shirt.

Next is a quick shout out to Por in My School President, since the show started in 2022 but did finish in 2023, and basically all of his outfits. The man is a style icon. But this stripy polo shirt takes the biscuit for me. I need to have it.

On to Moonlight Chicken and this one is a combined effort between Heart and Li Ming. @telomeke prompted me to write a little about it, but essentially the two shirts together are saying 'you're my other half'. Urthe / Tomato sauce.

The Gloves! Need I say more? (Alright, for those of you who don't know - how could you not?! - they're from Chains of Heart).

And now not strictly an item of clothing but an accessory, the most straight ankle bracelet you'll ever see in a thai series. Totally platonic, not gay AT ALL. In Midnight Museum.

In July the different Thai production companies took stock of three versions of the same stripy linin shirt – the cream long-sleeved, the brown short-sleeved, and the charcoal short-sleeved - and proceeded to clad every actor they could in one of them within a three and a half month period (six shows*, eight different characters). We had couple-shirts with both Kawi and Pisaeng and Mew and Top wearing them, and Namneua in Wedding Plan wore all three. (*Step by Step, Be My Favourite, Hidden Agenda, Wedding Plan, Love in Translation, and Only Friends).

Staying in July for a while, and speaking of weddings, Kawi rocked on up to Pearmai and Not's wedding in Be My Favourite in this brown houndstooth shirt and black pants outfit - an almost exact replica of Ray's outfit in the original pilot trailer for Only Friends. I waited with baited breath to see if Ray would still wear the outfit in the actual series...and he did! Not only that, I then realised Uea had already worn it in Bed Friend earlier in the year.

In a surprising turn of events, Be My Favourite – and Krist – turned out to actually be Quite Good. Perhaps distracted by Krist's puppy eyes, we weren't entirely ready for the first appearance of the Dudes shirt – itself a wonderful comment on the narrative since Kawi was figuring out his feelings for Pisaeng – but it was a delight to see it again on Nick in Only Friends, and offering a different narrative comment.

This next one may only be notable for me, but when I was doing my dedicated scan through of oh so many shows to collect items for the communal wardrobe, I noticed this sand and grey sweater amongst the many other items of shared clothing which appeared in The Warp Effect and then very briefly on Pisaeng in Be My Favourite. Not long after, the trailer for Last Twilight dropped and I spotted it again immediately. I've also since noticed it in a speed scan of The Shipper. Not only do I think it's a pretty neat sweater, but I loved the effect it gave in Last Twilight, which I wrote about at the end of this post.

This is getting long but I'm going to keep going (this might be the only 2023 wrap up I do so I'ma make it count).

If you've been following me for a while (or since the BBS days), you’ll know how rabid I go when I see a pair of the yellow-soled Mustard brand shoes in a show. The most recent being in Hidden Agenda worn by Zo…but they're not the ones on this list. Oh no, it's Joke's blue-soled shoes which made me sit up and scream this time...meaning even their shoes were colour-coded in this show. Oh how I wish I could buy a pair of each.

There were many fabulous outfits in Laws of Attraction (especially Charn's) but Tanthai's green rope shirt wins out for me. Green seemed to be used in the show to represent the lies and secrets Tanthai was forced to keep because of his father, and he was metaphorically bound and trapped in these lies and his life. Ah perfection!

I've mentioned a lot of brilliant items but there have also been many awful ones, and the one I can't seem to stop thinking about (or horrifying over) is the Droopy Tits shirt (or Nipple Protector, whichever way you want to call it) which first appeared in Dangerous Romance and then The Jungle just three days later. I'm surprised we haven't seen it again to be honest, but I imagine if we get more spoiled rich kids we probably will.

These next two aren't specific items but more of a shout out to the whole wardrobe design of the shows.

First, Only Friends, with Mew and Ray's transformation to Ray and Sand's (respective) wardrobe choices, as well as the inversion of colours to highlight differences in relationships, and the use of colour-groupings to separate characters (<- a post i have yet to write). I wish I could write more about it…but life is just too busy to give it the time it needs.

The second is, of course, Ai Di and Chen Yi in Kiseki: Dear to Me with how they always share a colour in their different outfits. @respectthepetty details this perfectly here, so I don't need to. I am however still feral about these two and can't wait to do a full re-watch of the show.

And lastly, much like Baseball Mom in Bad Buddy two years ago (and to be honest many of Pat's other shirts), Aof recently gifted us another absolutely ridiculous but brilliantly poignant t-shirt slogan in Mhok's Fart Proudly shirt in Last Twilight, which I went into detail about here. Just A+

Thanks for sticking with me through all that! Any others that stood out for you or that I missed?

[rise-my-angel]

Heres the thing: Danys idea of ruling with an iron fist is to cruely punish all she deems as wrong doers with no due process and then is defensive about pushback. Such as her refusing to acknowledge that she crucified Hizdahr Zo Loraq's father, then when he informs her his father was an intelligent and highly respected man who tried pushing back against the other more cruel masters behavior, she did not say anything but scornfully remind Hizdahr that shes in charge and to watch what he says.

She doesn't see people who engage in bad behavior as worthy of redemption when it's a crime she views as irredeemable.

Jon starts the story somewhat uncomfortable with the fact that some of his brothers in the Nights Watch have done awful things. There are criminals, thieves, murderers, and rapists who are all now his brothers.

But the longer Jon is there, the less he judges them for it because now he sees them as people trying to find new footing in life. He condemns those who decide to re engage in awful behavior, and punishes where needed. But he is not cruel in the punishment and gives them every fair process.

He takes Janos Slynts head as it is traditional Northern practice of execution, and he is very respectful and calm when telling him he is allowed to say his final words. Jon looks him in the eye, and hears his final words before executing him as he does Bowen Marsh, Othell Yarwick, and Ser Alliser Thorne in season 6 when he hangs them. He takes ending a life with respect, because he is not punishing them to be cruel.

Jon does not look down on his brothers for being criminals in their past, because he grows to consider the Nights Watch a chance at redemption.

Dany punishes with cruelty as she sees fit because she is black and white about when someone does something wrong. Jon gives those men a chance to prove they can better themselves after having committed that crime.

These two could never even have a civil discussion because Jon's entire thing is giving people a second chance to prove they are more then their worst moments. Danys entire thing is deciding her viewpoint of right and wrong is the only justification she needs to punish.

Jon executes men himself in what is seen as fair and just practices of execution that respects the criminals right to speak his last words or make a final request and does not feel any joy when doing so. He takes it seriously because even in death, these bad people are still human just like Jon.

Dany gets her army to crucify hundreds of men without any hesitation, and stands up at the top of her newly claimed temple with pride as men in the city scream in dying pain.

Jon rescued six direwolf pups by imploring his fathers empathy that his children were meant to have them. And does not raise Ghost to be a killing machine, but instead utilizes Ghost as a means of defences and protection. His direwolf is an extension of his identity and raises Ghost to value life as he does.

Dany considers her dragons her children and only once condemns them after one of them has done irreversible and horrific harm to an innocent child. Dany burned alive her own slave, a healer who was gang raped by Danys own people, doing so for her political cause, and killed her in what we know Jon considers a horrible way to die, all to birth dragons who she repeatedly uses on purpose to cause massive damage and harm.

These two would never even get along at a basic functioning level.

[the7thheroine]

Treech x mentor reader part 3/5

PART 5 IN THE WORKS READ THE REST OF MY BOOK 🤬🤬

HEY SO URM 3 PARTS ONE NIGJT?? ALSOOO THIS IS THIS IS THE SECOND TO LASF PART AND WILL BE SUPER LONG.

Once the academy ended the amount of food you bought was, small. Barely even a meal. Stuff stolen from the academy and off your own plate, which snow, had given you that idea as you watched him do the same, pocketing food for Lucy gray.

“This is stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

Snow answers back amused by your expression.

“We can’t just bring them scraps! They need proper food.” You snark holding up the tissue wrapped sandwich. As you approached you could see some students already at the zoo muttering and giggling amusedly over the tributes.

As you approached you spotted treech, sat next to lamina on a bench in the far corner.

“Treech?” You call moving closer to the zoo kneeling down.

He turns his attention to you, before turning to lamina checking if she’d be ok, as she gave no response, he sighs standing up coming over to you.

“What are you doing down there?” He says amusedly

“Getting you water and food.” You roll your eyes standing up handing him the flask and the wrapped food.

“There’s barely enough for one.”

“So?”

“What about Lamina?” He says frowning.

“I’ll bring more later I promise, but that’s all I could get for now.” You say looking over to Lamina as she sits solemnly.

“So.. how good at you with an axe” you say shifting back and forth on your feet.

“What? Oh.. for the games?.. I’m ok, never used it on a person, only on wood.” He shrugs continually chugging the water in the flask.

“Hm.. so… would you say your-”

Immediately a crash, and bloody screams were heard as one of the tributes grabbed her mentor and started attacking her.

Immediately three peace keepers stood up from their posts raising their guns and firing at the tribute, bullets ricochet off the bars firing widely everywhere.

You couldn’t help the scream you let out backing away in fear, Treech turns to you reaching a hand through the cage grabbing your arm.

“It’s ok! Your ok! It’s fine.. you’re fine.” He cries out slowly down your steps before you fall.

He immediately grabs your arm in a funny way through the bar turning you away from the sight.

“I’d.. go home.. ok? Go home rest and come back later when this is all done. When.. the bodies are gone.. you’re gonna be fine y/n..” he nods worriedly letting go of your arm.

You nod gently, taking a few steps back trying not to look at the body. Snow however appears next to you grabbing your arm.

“Cmon. Let’s go y/n.” He says exhausted as he pulls you away from the zoo.

You turn back trying to see treech but he’s returned to his seat beside lamina looking even more worn out then before.

It was late in the evening when you came back, the zoo had no visitors and most of the tributes had sat down looking exhausted, apart from the occasional cough from Dill, there was not a single sound.

In your arms were two bags of food, and three bottles of water, enough to get treech, and Lamina through the night and morning.

“Treech?… treech come on!” I hiss out.

“My arms are hurting…” you hear movement and suddenly there’s Treech stood in front of you by the cage.

“You actually bought us stuff?” He whispers stunned at the sight of large amounts of food.

“It’s for you and lamina, I thought you both could use some and I did promise didn’t I?” You smile pushing it through the gates to them. Treech slowly reaches out, taking them from your hands carefully as if scared you’d change your mind and snap at him.

He quickly takes it handing a bottle to Lamina and a pack of food, she looks up at you slowly, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

“Thank you…” she whispers out before choking up again.

You smile back turning to treech. “Listen, tomorrow you’re all getting rounded up and taken to the arena to look at it and discuss strategy. Whilst you’re here, discuss strategy, do what you have to do. Make friends..” you whisper grasping the bars of the zoo.

“You’re sure.. it’s hard, there’s no one here who seems even interested in me.”

“They are, I’m sure of it, there just.. nervous maybe?” You offer out an answer only to get a scoff back.

It’s silent for a moment, your gaze goes to where wovey is sat leaning against her tribute partner, Bobbin.

“I do feel bad.. I mean.. wovey is so young..” you mutter looking in defeat at the small girl.

“You never know, she might pull through, tiny but mighty.” You chuckle as Treech makes a large hand gesture.

“Well I’m hoping you pull through and win.” You smile at him nodding your head.

“Thanks I guess. Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow? Don’t try and sneak in the cage again. They were going to kill you” he says looking into your eyes with a frown.

“I won’t! Promise.” You smile taking your hands from the cages bars. “Try and get some sleep treech,.” You mutter as you move away giving him a silent wave which, surprisingly he returns it.

As you approach the arena running up the steps the first thing you saw was the tributes, all lined up based on there district and gender. District, then Male and female. You spot snow leaning close to Lucy Gray whispering in her ear, you hadn’t seen him since the last afternoon when the tribute was shot.

You spot treech stood nervously adjusting his hat looking around solemnly as more mentors arrive.

“Miss me?” You joke moving to stand next to him. You look him up and down noticing he’s much less tired today and has gained colour back in his cheeks.

“No.” He answers shortly. He nods to Reaper.

“Where’s that girl? His mentor?”

“Who clemensia? I.. huh. I actually don’t know.” You say curiously looking around at everyone.

Suddenly the gates open and peacekeepers guide everyone into the arena, as you begin to move in, you turn back to look at snow only to see Lucy Gray clutching tightly onto his hand.

‘Not bad snow, not bad..’ you think as you glance to Treech who’s shoulders immediately tense up.

Immediately the arena is scene, and it’s huge. The first thing you notice, is there’s not a single place to hide. Not one.

“Here, cmon let’s go look around.” You say to treech grabbing his hand pulling him into the arena properly.

“Don’t drag me..” he snaps but, he doesn’t pull away though, as you continue to drag him through the arena.

You stop pointing at a large rock.

“That’s the cornocopia. It’s where there will be weapons, and all kinds of stuff.” You say simply. “There will most likely be an axe too so there’s something you’re familiar with.”

“Oh.. right.. there’s no where to hide though?” He thinks allowed looking around.

“You can climb right? Look, up there. If you can-”

There’s a load boom before you can get your final sentence out.

“Oh fuck!” You cry pulling treech backwards as rubble and the arenas roof begins to fall.

“What the hells happening!” Treech shouts over the noise wrapping an arm around you pulling you away from a piece of rubble.

A plane, an enemy ship, falls through the sky and crashing into the centre of the arena, Treech pulls your hand dragging you from the rubble, but not fast enough. Before you can even blink, a piece of brick smashes into your head knocking you to your knees.

“Shit y/n! Y/n oh my god your bleeding… your head.” He gasps as he tilts your head up pressing his hand onto the wound.

“I’m.. I’m fine. I’m fine..” you try and utter feeling your brain because to mix and become fuzzled.

“Treech you need to get out of here.. you need to run…” you choke out.

“No no way! And leave you?” Treech pulls you up wrapping your arm around his neck. As he begins to manoeuvre you out of the arena.

Within a few minutes you could feel fresh air on your face as you make it out of the arena, many tributes and mentors stood outside staring shocked at the rubble falling.

Before you can blink, a peacekeeper has grabbed you and is supporting you as two begin to drag treech into the transportation van.

“Y/n?! Help her god damn it!” He shouts as he’s slammed into the van.

Time begins to blur and warp as you open your eyes again only to see your apartment walls.

Erm so next part will be out soon but I may or may not have accidentally deleted a chunk of it 😌 @ch8mpion

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 47: Going Somewhere

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

“Ahhhh!” 

A scream pierces the house’s eerie silence and I jolt awake. Do I even want to know? Can’t I just have a quiet sleep without any violence?

I pull out my gun and slip into the hallway. No disturbances here. I peek into Charlie’s room. Nothing there. I quietly sneak down the cold stairs and turn the corner- 

“Why is it that I always find you covered in blood?” I sigh and put my gun down to examine Thomas’ blank, blood-splattered face. “Are you hurt?”

“‘S not mine,” he promises. Then who’s is it?

I hear the front door open and am surprised to see Johnny Doggs walk in. Thomas waves him over and proceeds to show him towards the back of the house. 

“Ah, there you are Johnny. The body’s this way.”

My jaw drops. “Body?”

He turns around and points to me. “Just wait here, love.”

Johnny tips his hat. “Good to see ya, Ms. Steenstra.”

“Merry Christmas, Johnny,” is all I can manage in my bewilderment. Thomas wouldn’t kill so drastically. Is the enemy within our own walls? There’s no way I can sleep now. I’m not going to sit and wait. I need to stand guard.

I retrieve my pistol and march straight back to Charlie’s room. He doesn’t even stir when I enter. If it weren’t for the recent threat, the sight of him in his blue plaid pajamas would be very sweet.

Click. The door opens and I stand ready in front of the bed, only to see Thomas rushing inside. His eyes adjust to the dark and notice me standing in his way.

“Time to wake him up,” he says without question. “I’m not waiting any longer. There’s a car waiting to take us to Birmingham.”

"Well at least clean your face!" I fuss and wipe more blood off of Thomas. "You're going to scare him."

Once most of the blood is gone Thomas leans over to wrap the child into his arms. Without any objection I sprint to my room and hastily change my night attire for proper clothes. By the time I finish Thomas is already making his way downstairs.

“Is it Christmas yet?” Charlie asks sleepily.

“Not just yet,” Thomas murmurs. “But let’s go, eh?”

“Mummy.”

Charlie’s observation draws his father’s attention to a picture of Grace. He swipes it off the table and continues his way to the front door. I follow him to the car and climb in the backseat. Is this what my last days might be like? Running and hiding until a bullet catches up with me and crosses my name off the list?

“Veena…” Charlie yawns as he stretches across Thomas’ lap and looks back at me.

Thomas looks between him and I. “Um, it might be more comfortable for him to lay back there. Do you mind…?”

I open my arms. “Hand him over.”

Charlie is placed across the seat with his head on my lap. Within minutes he’s fast asleep again. 

“It’s Christmas now,” Thomas mutters dryly and holds up his watch to show the time. “Merry Christmas.”

“Vrolijk Kerstfeest,” I repeat distantly, still feeling tired and thinking random thoughts. “I’m afraid that I had no time to go shopping so I didn’t get you a gift-”

“No.” Thomas reaches over and puts a hand on my cold one. “Verena, you being here is more than enough.” His tone grows darker and he looks down. “And now you’re in danger all because of me. I promise I will do everything I can to protect you and your family.”

“I know you will. But I will not rest until I see my family again.” I continue to rub Charlie’s head and gently sing Dutch vocals.

“Heilige drie koningen, uit zo verre land

zij zochten onze Here met offerand.

Z' offerden ootmoediglijk myrrh', wierook ende goud

t' ere van dat Kinde, dat alle ding behoudt.

Kyrie eleis.

Three kings, holy, from a country far away

were looking for our Lord, bringing offerings.

With humility they gave Him incense, myrrh and gold

In honour to that small Child, who will preserve these gifts.

Kyrie eleis.”

In the front seat Thomas turns around to look at me. “Singing? In Dutch?”

“Don’t you speak to him in Rokka?” I reason back. That shuts him up.

“Slaap kindje slaap,

daar buiten loopt een schaap.

Een schaap met witte voetjes,

die drinkt zijn melk zo zoetjes.

Slaap kindje slaap,

daar buiten loopt een schaap.

Sleep, baby sleep,

Outside there walks a sheep,

A sheep with white feet,

Who drinks his milk so sweet,

Sleep, baby sleep,

Outside there walks a sheep.”

My own sleep schedule is starting to take its toll on me. No matter how hard I try to stay awake the rocking of the car on the gravel roads lulls my stressed mind to sleep…

“Wake up. Wake up!” A voice whispers.

Did I really fall asleep? How long was I out? My eyes fly open and I have to keep myself from jolting forward and knocking Charlie off my lap. Next to me Thomas holds the car door open and puts a hand on my arm.

“We’re here. Let’s get Charlie inside and you can go back to sleep.”

I sluggishly maneuver out of the backseat and cradle Charlie’s warm, limp body in my arms. In the dark, Thomas leads the way to the familiar front door and follows me to his old room. Nothing much is left inside. Only a small dresser and a bed with a simple quilt. Actually, most of the house has been cleaned and reorganized. Almost as if-

Oh. Right. This was supposed to be my house. My new home. Well, things don’t always go as we hope.

“Welcome home, I suppose,” Thomas whispers as I lay Charlie down. “Or at least a shell of it. We tried to keep it clean. Is it warm enough in here?”

“‘S fine…” I murmur sleepily and push him to lay down next to Charlie. “I’ll be in my room. Lay with him. You need your own sleep.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “I-”

“I mean it, Thomas,” I state firmly and pull the quilt over him. “Please. Sleep. We’re both tired and nothing good is going to come out of staying sleep deprived.”

“Alright, alright…” 

He can’t keep his head up any longer. Thomas falls asleep almost instantly and I’m left with the sounds of his heavy breathing. As I stagger to my room and collapse on the mattress I cannot halt the disturbing anxiety plaguing my head. Yes, I am almost asleep. But my mind is far from eased.

When I open my eyes to Christmas Day it’s already past noon. Was I really that tired? The sound of chatter outside tells me Charlie is already awake. More than likely he woke up Thomas as well. God, can that man ever get a full night’s sleep? 

Ring! Ring!

I’m about to tear that bloody phone clear off the wall. I almost don’t want to hear any news. But I still force myself out of bed and grab a robe before walking to the hallway. I pick up the receiver and know by the shallow breathing that it’s one of my broers. Do they know?

“Verena,” Liam states without a single greeting.

“Um, Vrolijk Kerstfeest. Liam, I-”

“What the Hell did you get into?”

So he does know. Maybe I can play dumb.

“What are you talking about?”

“I heard a rumor that the Sicilians have staked a Birmingham gang in a vendetta,” he growls. “Your boss.”

My throat tightens. “Liam, please! Do not tell moeder or vader!”

“Why the Hell not? So you can get yourself killed?! I’m calling Uncle Colon and having him send you back here.”

“No! I don’t know how deeply I’m pinned to this and it could be dangerous if anyone else interferes. The best bet is for me to stay hidden here until the Shelbys resolve this. My life is not worth all of yours.”

I hear him bang his head against the wall. “Verena-”

“Not. A. Word. Promise me!” I demand.

Liam groans. “Oké, oké.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Dank je wel. I promise to take care of myself. Don’t worry so much, broer.”

“I can’t help it. You’re my little zuster.”

“I will keep in touch, Liam. Vrolijk Kerstfeest. Tot ziens.”

He hesitates before hanging up. “Vrolijk Kerstfeest. Tot ziens.”

The line goes silent and I hang the phone up. As much as I want to deny it, he is right. If the rest of my family finds out they will be outraged. My place as a young, foreign bachelorette is not proper to be amongst this murky business. I can only stall for so long-

“Who was that?”

Thomas’ voice behind me makes me jump away. He still looks tired. And there’s something else… A deeper sadness in his eyes I can’t quite make out.

“My broer Liam,” I answer in a slightly shaking voice.

His expression doesn’t change. “Did he ask for you to leave?”

“Yes. I told him I’m staying,” I say firmly.

“Good. Good. It’s, um, it’s too dangerous to travel.” Even his voice sounds distant.

I step closer. “What’s wrong? You’re not telling me something.”

Thomas blinks and looks away to the wall. “There’s been an attack.”

Oh God. My chest clenches and my blood runs cold. It’s already happening. It’s all a guess of who.

“Who?” I demand. “Polly? Arthur?” Thomas looks up at me and now I can read his eyes. My voice becomes even more broken. “John…?”

“He- The Italians. They went to his house…”

“Oh my dear God. He’s…?” There is no answer to say he survived. “Oh, Thomas…”

I take his hand despite his attempt to look unaffected by the news. He immediately leans in and welcomes my touch. No tears, but the sense of grief is still felt from him. Thomas has seen so much death… and this might only be the beginning of so much more. He should not have to witness it alone.

“We’re headed to the hospital now. Michael’s in surgery,” he says and pulls away. “Can you watch Charlie?”

I nod on instinct. “Yes, of course. Please send my condolences to the others.”

Thomas gives a goodbye hug to Charlie and walks out the door. Charlie, still being too young to understand, looks at me puzzlingly.

“Daddy says Uncle John is gone. Is he going somewhere?”

Oh, Charlie. How can I explain this?

“Your uncle, he… He is going to see God.”

Charlie looks even more confused. “God?”

My face falls. “Your daddy hasn't told you about God?”

He shrugs. “Uncle Arthur talks about Him.”

It makes sense not to force such extreme religious routines in such a young child but could Thomas have at least told him who God is?

“Oh. Well… God is a spirit who’s always with us.”

Charlie’s eyes widen. “Like a ghost?”

“Not exactly,” I say calmly. “No one has directly seen Him, except for those mentioned in the Bible. That’s a book that tells stories about God from a long time ago. Do you ever get a sudden feeling of happiness, one that seems like you’re never alone?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s God. And his son Jesus took our bad decisions upon himself so we can be happy.” I pull out my silver pendant from under my shirt. “See this? It’s called a cross.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ll tell you more when you’re older. What you need to understand now is that even in the darkest of times you are never alone because God is with you.” I squeeze his tiny hand. “You are loved.”

Charlie thinks quietly and after a while looks up with concerned eyes. “Is daddy loved too?”

I kneel down and gently rub his back. “God loves all His children.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“And he loves your Uncle John. We need to pray for him, and your daddy, and your Uncle Arthur, and Aunt Ada.”

“Then can we play hide and seek?”

His antsy question brings a smile to my face. “And then we can play hide and seek.”

Charlie is serious about this game. We’ve been hiding and seeking for over an hour and he finds a new spot every time. Sometimes I’m worried that I’ll never find him and have to explain to Thomas how I lost him. Other times, like right now, I pretend not to notice him so he’s kept occupied. If this is all it takes to keep Charlie entertained then he is certainly much more agreeable than my young nieces and nephews. 

Thud!

The sound of the door makes me freeze midstep. Thomas strides past me and immediately pours himself a drink. He doesn’t need to talk of his sorrows. His eyes tell enough. But I need to know how the other Shelbys are coping.

“Thomas?” I speak up gently. “How’s Michael? And the others-?”

“Michael’s pulling through. They all are. We’re having a family meeting tomorrow morning.”

I nod slowly. He doesn’t say how Esme is taking this. God, that poor woman. I can’t imagine… She loved John so much.

Thomas starts looking around the room. “Where’s Charlie?”

I turn to make sure Charlie’s hasn’t moved and whisper: “We’ve been playing hide and seek. He’s hiding in the parlor.” I put a cautious but empathic hand on Thomas’ shoulder. “There’s nothing here for you to worry about.”

He does not meet my gaze. Thomas keeps staring straight at the floor, comprehending that he just lost his young brother.

“Good to hear. Good to hear.”

“I’ll make some dinner. Do you want anything special?”

“Anything’s fine, love.”

With that I retreat to the kitchen and have to lean against the counter for support. A Merry Christmas, indeed. You said to take care of them, Grace. How can I when everything Thomas does leads to more misfortune? Maybe you were better cut out for this than I am.

@meadows5

[bluegalaxygirl]

Haunted house (Zosan X reader)

Sanji X Zoro X Reader, polly relationship, established relationship. Reader is GN

Plot: Reader drags Zoro and Sanji into their first haunted house.

Warning: swearing, scary stuff.

Halloween is your favorite time of the year so when you heard that Zoro and Sanji have never been in a haunted house or haunted maze before you begged them to join you. It didn't take long to convince Sanji telling him how scared you would be with out him, it was a big lie you love horror mazes and yes they scare you but thats the fun part. you tried the same with Zoro telling him you needed your big strong man to protect you form the monsters but he knew you were lieing. You all made it to an island that had a early Halloween event on with escape rooms, costume contest and a haunted house. it was time to show the boys what they were missing out on. "Ok lets get going" you cheered ready to leave the ship with Sanji at your side but Zoro didn't move, still laying in the grass portending to sleep. "Zoro come on" you called out only earning a huff in response. "Come on zoro, if im going you have to go too" Sanji yelled, he's trying not to be scared but he is and would feel a lot safer with the both of you with him. "I said im not going" Zoro groans from the floor, you were about to walk over to him when Sanji put a hand on your shoulder a cheeky smile forming on his face "Fine fine. come on Y/N, lets leave the scaredy-cat alone" sitting up straight and staring daggers at the two of you Zoro growls low "Im not scared" you giggle a little, you should have said this thing before, tryst Sanji to know what buttons to push "Sure your not honey, thats why your staying here on the ship and not coming with your lovers" Sanji waves as he turns to leave swaying his hips a bit. "Im not scared of some stupid haunted house" the swords man stand walking over to the two of you "I'll show you, you'll both be clinging to me for deal life" he almost spits taking both your hands and walking off the ship leading you away from the town "Wrong way Zo." you comment earning a grunt and a sharp turn.

The line to the haunted house was long so Sanji lite a cigarette looking around the place seeing all kinds of decorations and scare actors. "So what's this one about again?" Zoro comments trying to make sense of the area "The women in white" you state looking over at the building the maze was in, it looked like an old house but lights flashing reds and blues in the windows, shadows moving and screams coming form inside. "Is she pretty?" Sanji asks earning an elbow to the size from Zoro making you laugh "Yes she's very pretty but depending on who you talk two her story changes slightly. it always starts off the same though, she was a poor woman who got married to a rich man, they ended up having two kids but when she got older he either cheated with a younger woman or divorced her and married a younger woman. in deep depression she killed her own kids by drowning them and then killed herself." you state moving with the line the two listening to you "Some say she'll hitch hike asking people to take her own and try and seduce them, if they take her up on the offer she kills them, others say is you cheat she will come for you or she will come after children to replace her own" Their looks of surprise catches you off guard and you wonder if you did or said something wrong "What?" you finally mange to ask only for sanji to sign and pinch the bridge of his nose "I know you like horror stuff my love but isn't that a bit too much?" he asks putting out his cigarette and throwing it into the nearest bin. "How the hell do you know all this stuff?" Zoro asks putting an arm around your shoulder "Its an old story from back home. its been adapted over the years for movies and tv shows though." Zoro laughs at your comments before kissing your forehead "you have a fucked up home" Sanji joins the two of you taking your hand in his and laughing "Sorry love but he's right" you couldn't help but laugh too.

Finally at the front of the line you three were approached by a workman who looking Zoro up and down "Swords please sir" before Zoro could protest you patted his back "Don't worry you'll get them back after" with a huff Zoro handed his swords over but not before threatening the man. Both you and Sanji apologies before walking up to the door of the house, Sanji's hand now gripping yours as Zoro followed the two of you in. Going threw the first room was easy, it was just a living room with a static tv and red lights, sanji still clinged onto your arm for deal life zoro didn't seem too interested but you couldn't wait for the scares. moving form room to room it got more haunting, dummy's as dead body's in bath tubs and girls popping out form time to time in white dressing and horrifying make up. you and sanji would scream only for you to laugh after, sanji's grip on you got stronger and he started staying behind you more often. Zoro on the other hand seemed to enjoy it, laughing at the two of you getting scared.

Nearing the end of the maze you made it to an outside area surrounded by fake trees and bushes the stars and full moon being your only light. A large demon like creature jumped out scaring the hell out of you, Sanji and Zoro, Sanji almost jumped out of his skin letting go of you and jumping into Zoro's arms, his legs wrapped around the sword mans waits and head buried in the nook between zoro's shoulder and neck. You jumped back hiding behind zoro's arm that had moved in front of you while zoro's other hand went to were his swords would normally be. after a few seconds you let out a laugh the demon bowing before walking back to his spot. "You two ok?" you laughed out seeing both boys frozen in place, Zoro looked ready to kill while Sanji tried to calmly breath while his face was still deeply in Zoro's neck. "come on were almost out" you take Zoro's hand in yours while Zoro's arm going under Sanji's butt to keep him there all three of you take a breath before moving forward.

seconds later you were all out the haunted house area where Zoro got his swords back before you all walked down the street "That was fun" you giggle hearing Sanji muffle something into Zoro's neck "What was that sweetie?" you asks the cooks face finally pulling away form Zoro's neck to look at you, his face was as white as a sheet and the look of fear still on his face "Can we go back to the ship now?" Zoro let out a laugh causing Sanji to hit his shoulder "Stop laughing you were scared too" the three of you continue to walk while the two playfully argue over who was more scared "So im guessing you wont be doing that again?" you asks out of the blue earning different answers, Sanji of cause said no but Zoro said yes "So you are more scared than me?" Zoro teased a cocky smile on his face "Fine yes.. happy now." the cook shoved his head back into Zoro's neck hiding his blush form the two of you. "What if Zoro holds you next time. you seemed better like this" you ask seeing that even though the two bickered Sanji didn't make any attempted to move away form zoro. Legs still wrapped around the swordsman's waist being carried around. "Its ok scaredy-cat iv got you" Zoro laughs out hearing a grumble of what could only be nasty words coming from the cook while he pulls you in closer letting go of your hand and placing it around you waist.

[jeetlebeetle]

OH YEAH Gravity Falls never gets old- XD

Since Vox wasn’t aware of the dating sim game that has haunted by Lilith. Vox is a technology nerd. Alastor was obsessed by Lilith.EXE (Yes, I’d like to call her Lilith.EXE.)

I would imagine Lucifer gets angry reaction that Alastor for took his favorite waifu game character 😂😂😂

Hahaha its such a good show! I havent watched it in forever 😂😂

If it was Vox’s first and then he pressured Al into playing it, i love that Vox wasn’t her type so he was spared thats so funny! I could see him getting really offended/ indignant about it like “I’m sorry, what do you MEAN you’re not interested? You’ve SEEN Alastor, right?” Not because he wants Lilith.EXE to want him but because CLEARLY he’s better than Alastor is that woman BLIND??? Pure ego, i love Vox sm 😂😂

Or would he be jealous because no one is allowed to stalk Alastor but HIM thank you very much and how dare she do it so efficiently! Very rude!! How can he compete with such effective methods?!

OMG LUCIFER NOOOOO— it reminds me of like the stereotype of an Obsessive Anime Fan (like the parody tiktok account with the vaporeon stuffie or Sensei LaDew) where he has his fave waifu body pillow and a TON of merch and “NO GUYS SHUT UP SHES REAL TO ME WE’RE IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP 🥺👉🏻👈🏻”. When he finds out that ALASTOR STOLE HIS GIRL??? Oh, he’s done-zo. He just stomps up to Al in all of his 5’4” glory and freaks The Hell Out. Loses his Goddamn Mind. I just imagine Al standing there like “:-) ……. Who’re you? :-)c” and of course he just starts screaming LOUDER cause how DARE this asshole steal his girl and then have the audacity to not even know who he is!

I like to imagine a Vox x Alastor x Lucifer team up to try and stop them all for their own reasons. Alastor cause he is like “im aroace lolol”; Lucifer cause he’s having a JD level spiral of “you were meant to be mine” proportions; and Vox either because he wants to reclaim the throne of No. 1 Alastor Stalker or because he’s so miffed abt her “shitty taste in men” and he has “nothing better to do”. Bonus points if they become unlikely friends by the end of it 🤩🤩

[witchthewriter]

𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆   𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 2k Warnings: swears, reader is currently kidnapped, violence, mentions of blood, guns, cigarettes etc

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

(I know this may be a small thing, but reader is always titled ‘Zo’ rather than ‘the girl.’ It’s a small detail that I included because the Sons have a lot of respect for Zo. She’s not some random girl, she’s their Zo.) 

 The air was crisp, and when the Scotsman spoke, it was as if fire was rising from the pit of his stomach, turning to smoke as he spoke.

“You sure about that lad?” Chibs said and almost like a call to war, the Sons whipped out their weapons and pointed them at the opposing men.

  “Fuck,” one of the men grunted. You smiled, not being able to help it.  

The crickets weren’t chirping any longer. Their breath held just like the men behind you.

 These idiots had gotten in way over their heads. It’s what happens when a boy gets too big for his boots. Thinks he’s a gangster. Maybe the instigator grew up rich, maybe he idolised these types of men, or maybe this was retaliation. Whatever the reason, the Sons couldn’t give a fuck.

  Plus, the one you attacked needed to be seen by a professional. And that definitely wasn’t in the agreement.

“Now, we want Zo, and you can have ye money,” Chibs continued on.

   With the guns aimed at their heads, the four men didn’t seem as confident as they were mere seconds ago. Knowing that made you smile even more. You were once scared, but now … well now you were flooded with delight.

                                                          - ✦ -

Jax couldn’t keep his eyes from you. Even from afar, he was searching for any major wounds, and he nearly lurched forward when he saw the blood. The sight of you sprawled on the dirt ground, cuts and scratches covering your exposed body parts. Part of him crumbled inside. Must have been whatever was left of his heart.

   “I said no injuries,” Jax’s eyes were ablaze.

“Oh – well, that happened before the call…and the majority of the blood isn’t hers.” The ‘leader’ said in an obvious fake-confident tone. He had rushed saying the last part. They knew just how fucked they were.

    “What-“ Jax was going to press for more information, but he saw the ghost of a devilish smile on your face.

    He smirked, already figuring it out. That’s my girl, he thought.

You caught his eye and winked.

 Like fuck you couldn’t handle this life. He didn’t know you, or your backstory. Nor the horror you had endured. This? This was nothing. That other night? You realised that it hadn’t had affected you as badly as you thought. You could function, hell, right now you felt on top of the world.

 But that was …

Fuck.

 It was because of Jax.

He instilled so much confidence in you. Like you came alight whenever he was near. Not like twin flames, but like you were the air that flamed his fire. But you could also quell it. He could warm you, but … also burn you. He had burned you. And this was why you were in this mess.

 Maybe he hadn’t realised just how much his words meant to you? He definitely didn’t know how long you had yearned for him. So his dismissal felt like the end of the world.

It was like he could read your face, the thoughts so clearly askew on your dirt-covered features.

  He really meant something to you.

Jax felt a sharp pang in his chest, and he felt like… crying.

 You deserved so much better. And he didn’t feel good enough. That he couldn’t provide anything that would satisfy you. Not completely.

                                                             - ✦ -

  “Okay, okay,” your almost-lover lowered his weapon, motioning for his guys to do the same. They did so, albeit slowly.

 “Up,” he whispered, that cologne had excited you only hours before, and now it disgusted every part of your body.

 Grabbing you underneath the armpit, he roughly got you to your feet. You stumbled and he gripped you harder. That’s when you swung the rock sharply at his face.

“Fuck YOU!” You screamed. The anger boiling over. Like a pot on a stove unattended, the lid rattled and water sizzled.

      “AH! FUCK!” He shrieked, dropping his gun entirely, and covering his dripping face.

Then shots rang out, loud and echoing.

  But the man was still screaming, and you didn’t stop your attack. Bullets be damned, you were going to get your revenge no matter what. He wasn’t going to walk away from this unscathed.

You hadn’t waited for hours for nothing. You weren’t a damsel in distress. You were a viper lying in wait.

  Your arm was brought up then down, up then down, over and over. Smashing the man’s face in.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” You screamed it over and over. Until his face was … no more.

   “Zo, zo, Zoe!” Familiar hands were on you now. A familiar smell, warmth, voice.

It halted you. Someone had turned down the heat on the stove, until it was completely off. The water had stopped boiling, all that was left was a lidded pot with warm water.

You sagged in his arms.

 “It’s okay,” Jax said, taking the bloodied rock from your hands. At some point you had started crying, the tears trailing clean lines down your dirtied face.

You let him pick you up and walk you to the other Sons. Turning your head, you realised that the sound of bullets were your men killing your captures.  

And that meant … you were safe.

                                                               - ✦ -

The ride back was a blur.

 Tig had wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, because as soon as you got in the car, you started shaking. Shock, the cold – whatever it was, they were worried.  

  “I-I’m fine,” you mumbled, but clutched at the scratchy blanket and hugged it closer around your body.

  “Any longer out there and the cold would’ve killed her,” Juice said to Happy, whose nose flared in response.

The ride was silent, no one asked you any questions. You had changed the course of action with your decision to bludgeon someone to death.

 No one batted an eye at it. The man deserved it. And a few prospects would be out there in a few hours to clean up the mess. She’s gonna be fine, Jax thought. His eyes were full of concern.

 When they got back to the clubhouse, they all jumped out and helped you inside.

Like a watch dog, Happy didn’t leave your side. Chibs had started you a hot shower, a mug of tea and some buttered toast. (The only food the clubhouse has - Chucky hadn’t been grocery shopping yet).

Who knew bikers could be such mother hens?

                                                           - ✦ -

     Chibs had run the shower in Jax’s room.

   You halted in the doorway, and the blonde-haired beauty motioned for you to come in. You didn’t notice the mess, your head too fuzzy to think clearly. It wasn’t as messy as Jax’s bedroom at home. Chucky made sure to keep the rooms at the clubhouse at least somewhat presentable.

  You didn’t see the near empty bottles that were scattered on the bathroom bench. Cologne, aftershave, simple things. He didn’t stay here often. The boys had a home, and that’s where Jax stayed.

 The bathroom was steamy by the time you entered, and you sighed in relief at the warmth. The ensuite wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. A toilet, sink and shower with a window that so high up and small that no one could enter or exit nor see in.

  Jax held your face in his hands but your eyes were glazed over and he knew you couldn’t do this yourself.

     “I’m gonna help you okay? You tell me if you don’t want me to-“

You murmured a yes and that’s all he needed.

    Undressing you, he tried not to look at your … private bits… and helped you into the shower. It was the perfect temperature; Chibs had made sure of it.

Letting the water soak your hair, he got the wash cloth and cleaned all the dirt and grime from your face, hands, and body. Jax was being so gentle, so soft.

      His rings glinted on the bathroom countertop.

Using his own shampoo, he massaged it into your hair and made sure it didn’t get in your eyes. He made sure to wipe your hands. Dirt and blood covered them. By the time he was done, they looked normal.

     You were silent as he cleaned, not caring how he saw you.

There was a part of you that was shocked at what you did. You had beaten a man. Was it you that killed him or a bullet? Maybe he was shot so you would never know. Once again the Sons looked out for you.

  “I’m sorry this happened to you,” Jax’s voice was barely above a whisper. His hands worked as he spoke, rinsing you once again. You were washed a few times. You must have been covered in grime…or maybe he liked this. You liked this. You couldn’t deny it. The words weren’t coming out, but you knew what was going on.

 Jax kept speaking. Pulling you out of whatever hole your mind was creating.

“You don’t deserve this Zo. This is what I meant. Why I left,” he turned off the faucet and wrapped the fresh towel around you. Surprisingly, it was clean.

  “I handled it,” you mumbled, standing on the mat. Water dripped down your face, down your back, your neck.

Jax was shocked to hear you speak, as he returned with the mug and toast. He led you into the bedroom. Where clothes were laid out for you. A big black SOA shirt, boxers, and a jumper.

 Jax placed the food and drink on the dresser and turned as you changed. Giving you some privacy.

“You did.” His words hit hard. So hard. They were validating.

    “I did.”

When you were dressed, you sat on the bed and exhaustion hit you.

 Jax moved the food closer to you, and you took a bite, a sip and that’s all you wanted. You moved up the bed and Jax helped so you could wriggle underneath.

 You remembered your boys then, just as you got cosy.

“My dogs-“

   “I’ll get one of the guys to check on ‘em. You just rest.”

You nodded your head in thanks.

He still had his big boots on, no white sneakers in sight. You thought maybe he would get a shower too, but he just laid on his back beside you. Unspeaking.

     “Jax-“

“Just rest.”

                                                              - ✦ -

The morning light filtered through the curtains. But you didn’t stir. You slept, and no one was to wake you – Jax’s orders.

 Even as the hours ticked by, he let you rest.

   It wasn’t until 2pm that you woke. You started awake, unsure of where you were. But calmed instantly once you realised it was just the clubhouse. In Jax’s room… in Jax’s bed.

Your cheeks flushed when you realised that he had seen you naked. Flushed even more once you realised he had been so gentle.

Finding that your clothes were nowhere to be found (Chucky had put them in the wash), you tried to find … suitable … clothing. And trudged into the common room.

Everyone was there.

 Even Gemma, Wendy and the boys. You blushed so much you could feel it in your legs.

“Afternoon,” someone called and you just nodded. You felt so lost, until you saw that familiar head of blonde hair. The anxiety eased.

  “Hey, how you feelin’?” Jax had changed since last night. But he’d never left the clubhouse. Not wanting to leave you.

     “Ugh, I feel…rested,” you replied, eyeing Wendy as she eyed you.

“That’s good,” his hand gently held your cheek and you sucked in a breath.

    You looked up into his face and he stared straight back. Then his other hand went to your other cheek and swore the world stopped.

It was only you and Jax. You could feel it. Just the two of you.

    And then his lips pressed against yours. Soft and gentle, exactly as he was last night.

There was a round of cheers, whistles and cat calls. But you couldn’t hear them, because no one but you and the Prince of Charming existed.

[marquisevonobst]

Okay, I did a thing! Little snippet about Mary's death, because I love to suffer.

@acrossthewavesoftime tiny gift for you.

At first, you did not notice me. A playful child, full of hope, mother’s beloved little girl. She, who still wept for her lost ones. Little Charles, James and the ones that will follow. But you do not know it yet. Too carefree. Too enchanted by the world that surrounds you. And mother will not cry in front of you, father will not acknowledge her feelings. You grasped your sister's hand, when they put your siblings one after another into a coffin. Tiny bones and a pale face, fire left their eyes. “They are sleeping, and God will greet them in heaven. It is his will.”, you told her. But she did not understand and started to cry. You hated black. Foremost you hated black on your mother. She did not deserve such sorrow.

“How can someone this graciousdamn her?”, you asked yourself one night after a prayer. A blasphemous thought that you immediately discarded, because everything is God’s will. But do not fret, my love, you will not remember their voice and laughter. Sometimes it is best to forget. But I, dearest Mary, will not leave your side. I was there when your far too young mother took her last rasping breaths. She, who loved you the most. The sixth death in your fledgling life. And not the last one. The day you loathed the way they light candles. I, who cradled you, when you thought about me, as a monstrous being. You have built up a façade. A mask you put on when life strangles you. Like that one fateful day, you had to marry him. So young, so frightened. Fifteen years is not an age one should endure this much. But neither your uncle, the king, nor your father, the duke, cared. Your father almost did my job, you know. You cried like a banshee when you saw your soon-to-be wedded husband. Smaller than you, crooked, with a hooked nose and an ugly moustache. Shipped off to an unknown country with a language you did not speak and a husband who could not love you, yet. And soon you will know how your mother felt when she lost her children. Miscarriage. You have tried so hard, my sweet. Cried and shouted for dear life, your mother, your sister and even your father. All were absent. Even Willem, who should have held you. But no. You met me again. And I almost got you, when I dried your tears and caressed your cheeks. But you grew stronger. And before I knew it, I had lost sight of you. I have met many others in your family. Poor Maria, who wanted nothing more than to join a convent and instead suffered one failed pregnancy after another. The same fate your sister was about to face. I gave the king his last glass of wine. Watched, as the doctors drained him of all his strength, all the glory of Old Rowley, the greatest stallion in the whole of England. But in the end, he has wished for nothing more than to be reunited with his father and lost siblings. Your family was replaced in my hands by lonely soldiers who died fighting for your husband, screaming out for their mothers in their last breaths. I gave them the most tender kiss. Kissed them like Willem kissed you. I admire how you have created love out of estrangement. My soul shattered when I saw your husband crying his heart out. “Nee, niet haar, niet haar alsjeblieft. Ze is nog zo jong!”

I saw how his body cramped, how his breathing became more laboured and convulsive, how he collapsed and was considered dead sooner than you. But, dear Mary, now I am with you again. But you do not detest me like you did the last time we met. You see me as a friend who pulls you into a long-awaited hug and strokes your hair. I dry your tears again, but you cannot stop them from flowing. You once told Willem that you wanted to die sooner than him because you would not be able to bear his death. And here I am, keeping my promise. Your feverish hand touches my cheek, for you know there is no compromise. And you kissed me, like you kissed him in the January rain.

But Mary, do not weep, for I will sing your song.