#our vampire boyfriends 😍

[addictedtohobi]

I usually don't post things that's membership only, but I feel like every Engene should see these. I know how happy, excited, and even nervous for their 2nd album they were. They wanted us to receive it well. I'm in love with this album. You can hear a difference, a growth and maturity in this album. They really put a lot of themselves in it and were more hands-on this time. It went by too quickly, and I'm just going to miss this era. Here are our guy's RU goodbye message. I included all photos of the languages that they wrote them in. ❤️🤍❌️⭕️

[misshoneyimhome]

in honour of halloween, imagine when all the guys and moms get together to take their kids trick or treating and willy’s baby is a little too small to walk so they take it trick or treating in a cute onesie costume oh my goshhhh

Oh babe, I’m in such a Dad!Willy mood at the moment and this is so perfect 😍

Please allow me introduce Eliot’s first Halloween - and please don’t judge me too much for allowing a less than a year old to try chocolate 🙈👻 happy late Halloween ❤️ (yes, William will be forced to dress up even though he’s not really into it 😂)

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, baby!Eliot, Halloween

Word count: 1.2K

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A Spooktacular First Halloween 🎃 | dad!willy x reader ✐

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden-orange and violet glow across the neighbourhood as Halloween night officially began. The crisp autumn air carried the earthy scent of fallen leaves, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. This was Eliot’s first Halloween, and you’d spent the past hour putting together costumes, arranging sweets, and hanging decorations around the house, hoping to make it memorable. Finally, you scooped Eliot into your arms, his tiny jack-o’-lantern costume puffed up around him, and smiled.

“Alright, little pumpkin,” you said warmly, adjusting the small green hat on his head, “are you ready for your first Halloween adventure?”

Eliot, barely a year old, looked up with wide blue eyes that sparkled with curiosity. A giggle escaped him as he reached for the soft, round fabric of his costume. The oversized onesie was perfect, with its cute jack-o’-lantern face on the front and his little hat bouncing slightly as he moved. And as you finished adjusting his outfit, William entered the room with a grin, dressed as a scarecrow. He wore a plaid shirt with frayed edges, a floppy hat, and patches sewn onto his jeans. Straw poked out from under his shirt cuffs, giving him a charming, rustic look. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him.

You knew William wasn’t always a fan of dressing up, but he’d made an exception this year. After all, it was Eliot’s first Halloween, and you’d convinced him to join in by going as a “dead farmer’s girl” to match his costume. He looked every bit the part, and you could see he was having fun with it, too.

“There’s my little pumpkin,” William cooed, reaching over to tickle Eliot’s chin, making him squeal with laughter. “Ready for harvesting?”

“Who knew my boyfriend could look this adorable in straw and patches?” you teased, straightening his shirt. “You’re really pulling that off.”

“Just trying to keep up with our little pumpkin here,” he replied, chuckling as he held Eliot’s tiny hand. Eliot clutched his father’s finger, his blue eyes wide with wonder as he took in the costumes around him. “Besides, they don’t call me ‘Styles’ for nothing - I can pull anything off, baby.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.”

You laughed, feeling that warm mix of love and joy for this wonderful, slightly ridiculous man who was now both your partner and the father of your child.

Then gathering up Eliot’s tiny candy bucket, you made your way to the car, where William had packed a few extra treats for the evening ahead. You settled Eliot into his car seat, and soon, you were off to a friend’s house—a teammate’s wife who always hosted the Halloween gatherings.

As you arrived, the glow of carved pumpkins, cobweb-covered bushes, and a life-sized skeleton greeted you at the entrance. Inside, the house was buzzing with laughter, excited chatter, and the squeals of costumed children running about, clutching their sweets. Aryne Tavares welcomed you in with a warm smile, guiding you to where the other families had gathered in the spacious living room.

Parents and kids alike were dressed up in every imaginable costume, from fairies and superheroes to tiny vampires. Each child eagerly showed off their outfit, and Eliot’s pumpkin onesie was met with delighted laughter and adoring comments. He took it all in with big eyes, captivated by the bright costumes and cheerful faces around him. For a moment, he simply stared, his mouth open in awe, before giving an excited babble.

Once everyone was assembled, Aryne clapped her hands, corralling the lively bunch of parents and kids. “Alright, trick-or-treaters!” she announced. “We’re heading down the main street, then looping back. For the littler ones, we’ll take turns carrying them if they get tired.”

“Sounds perfect,” you said with a smile, glancing down at Eliot, who was babbling away, completely clueless but clearly delighted by all the fuss.

The group made their way down the street together, and you held Eliot close, his tiny bucket clutched in one hand. He gazed at the houses around him, each one decked out in spooky decorations, flickering jack-o’-lanterns, and even a few dancing skeletons.

At the first house, the older children bounded up the porch, shouting “trick or treat!” Eliot looked on in amazement, his eyes widening as a friendly neighbour cooed over him, dropping a handful of candy into his bucket.

“Oh, look at this little pumpkin!” she said, reaching down to ruffle Eliot’s hat. His face lit up with delight, his tiny hand reaching for the candy wrappers as he babbled with excitement.

House after house, Eliot’s amazement only grew. He was entranced by the glowing lanterns, fluttering fake bats, and the cheerful shouts of his friends. Sometimes he pointed, sometimes he babbled, and every so often, he reached out to clutch your finger, completely absorbed in the magic of Halloween.

You and William took turns carrying him, his tiny feet kicking with excitement each time a new, decorated porch came into view. Then after a while, William suggested a short break. “Let’s give our pumpkin a little rest,” he said, nodding toward a nearby bench.

You sat down, settling Eliot on your lap and offering him a small foil-wrapped chocolate from his bucket. He held it carefully, examining the shiny wrapper as though it was the most fascinating thing in the world. William chuckled, unwrapping it for him and handing him a small piece. Eliot took a tentative nibble, his face lighting up with surprise and joy as the taste of chocolate registered.

“First Halloween, first taste of chocolate,” William said softly, leaning back to take in the sight of his son enjoying this simple treat.

Eventually, the group returned to the Tavares house, and the kids gathered in the living room, tipping out their overflowing candy buckets onto the carpet. Eliot crawled over to join them, his little fingers exploring the colourful pile in front of him, completely mesmerised.

William caught your gaze, a tender smile on his face. He leaned in close, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “So, what do you say—maybe next year we’ll have two little pumpkins to dress up?”

You knew William had been ready for a bigger family ever since Eliot came along. The way he lit up when he held Eliot, his unwavering patience, and the joy he got from every tiny milestone Eliot reached—there was no question. But you also knew that his career still took up so much of his time and energy, so you’d quietly agreed with yourself to hold off just a little longer. Besides, you often had to remind him that he wasn’t the one who’d have to carry the baby and go through the whirlwind of pregnancy and childbirth.

So, with a playful nudge, you gave him an exasperated look and smirked. “Let’s just focus on handling this one, alright, tiger?”

He laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Fair enough. But I can’t wait.”

As Eliot’s giggles filled the room and the laughter of friends surrounded you, a warmth settled deep in your chest. Watching William with Eliot and sharing this moment with friends, you knew this Halloween—this first, special Halloween—would forever hold a treasured place in your heart.

[wlfhrdlover]

Hi

I love your ajax fics 😍 💗 💓

Could you do one where ajax and the reader are dating and the reader never been drunk

Rowan suggests she should losen up and take a few shots , he gets her properly drunk and yoko calls ajax to help take care of her and when ajax finds out rowan got her drunk he goes up to him and slaps him our of his chair and then takes care of the reader and its very Fluffy?

i'm starting to suspect that y'all hate rowan and love to see ajax punching someone, this makes me giggle.

I feel like that this is really bad but I hope you like it </3

DRUNK

protective!Ajax Petropolus x gn!reader

summary: when you finally accept the invite to one of your friend's parties but it didn't really go well.

WARNINGS! spiking drinks, kinda of violent, asshole!Rowan, steamy make outs, vomiting and fluffiness.

But after she begged you to go, you finally gave in, it was a one time thing and your boyfriend would be there along with other friends, it wouldn't be that bad.

Right?

Right?

— My love, you don't really have to go, seriously, it's not like I don't want you to go, but I know that you're not the loud crowd person- Ajax whispered while combing your hair.

— It will be okay Jax and I have you, I'll be fine- you smiled to him and he sighed pecking your lips.

— Whatever you say my love- he smiled and took his jacket, throwing it over your shoulders- Are you really sure?- he asked and you laughed.

— Yeah Jax! I'm sure, just don't leave my side and I'll be okay- you kissed his lips and he hugged your waist.

— Okay, but if you feel overwhelmed...- you interrupt him with another kiss.

— I'll ask to leave, I promise- you said and he nodded.

When you two showed up in the party, it was really a surprise, not the Ajax part but you, Yoko knew you agreed but didn't had sure that you were actually going.

— Y/N! YOU REALLY CAME!- Enid jumped her way to you and hugged your neck.

— Enid, do you have something non alcoholic?- Ajax asked and you smiled thankfully, you really hated drinking.

— Yeah! Yoko thought that if you showed up you wouldn't want to drink, come on!- she dragged the two to the kitchen.

You put down your cup and Ajax pulled you to his lap, his arm around your waist as he talked to his friends, the boy would pull you into a kiss whenever the guys stopped talking to him, making you giggle with his affection.

— Y/N! AJAX!- Rowan approached you two with red cups- Want something to drink?- he smiled and you could notice that he was really drunk.

— Thanks Rowan, but I'll stay with my grape juice, I don't like the taste of alcohol- you politely said and you could feel Ajax's glares at the boy.

— Yeah, I'm good too- Ajax smiled sarcastically while pulling you closer.

— Oh come on, you guys are no fun, it's a party! Drink!- he exclaimed and shoved the drinks in your faces, Ajax rolled his eyes and pushed the cups away.

— They said no, Rowan, just go!- your boyfriend said and Rowan shrugged walking away.

— Thanks baby- you said and he kissed your cheek.

— No worries my love, Rowan is really annoying when he is drunk- he said and you laughed kissing his lips.

Ajax pulled you into a more quiet part of the place, kissing you lovingly, your hands on his neck as you could feel his snakes nibbling at your skin, he left a trail of sloppy kisses from your mouth to your neck, unfortunately your moment were ruined when one of his friends interrupted.

— Yo! Ajax, wanna smoke?- he asked and Ajax groaned but you knew he wanted to go, he was holding back to stay with you and you didn't wanted him to do that.

— You can go baby- you whispered and pecked the pout on his lips.

— I don't want to leave you alone though- he muttered and you smiled with his worry.

— I'll try to find the girls, don't worry- he kissed you one last time.

— I promise I'll be quick, call me if you need something- he kissed your head and went to go smoke.

You decided to find Yoko, blending in the middle of the people, you found the vampire dancing with Divina but before you could reach her, someone held you back.

— What's up Y/N?- Rowan.

— Hey Rowan, need something?- you asked.

— Yeah, you need to loosen up! Come on, it's not that bad!- he shoved the cup on your face.

— Really Rowan, I don't like the taste of it- you sighed and pushed him away, walking to the kitchen, you took a clean cup and filled it with grape juice that wasn't spiked, Enid threatened to pull the 'Wednesday card' if someone spiked the only thing you drank.

— It doesn't taste like alcohol though, come on, just a sip!- he insisted and you rolled your eyes taking the cup, you took a small sip and it already burned your throat.

You coughed while Rowan laughed loudly.

— It's good, isn't it?- he asked and you immediately gulped down the juice.

— No, it's horrible!- you groaned and looked around, you lost Yoko again and Enid or Bianca were nowhere to be seen.

Sighing, you walked to the couches and sat down, Rowan sat on your side.

— I'll keep you company while Ajax is smoking- he shrugged and you nodded, your worst mistake was leaving your cup on the table while you scrolled through your socials.

Rowan looked around and took the chance that you were distracted to pour some of his drink inside of your cup, an amount that you wouldn't notice at first.

He smirked when you drank the 'grape juice'.

Rowan conquered to shove down some more drinks in your system and adding the times he added more and more alcohol on your cup without you noticing, you were starting o feel lightheaded and your vision was getting distorted.

— Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom- you muttered and when you got up, you almost fell.

Luckily, Kent was passing by with Yoko and he quickly nudged her and pointed at you.

— Holy shit, Ajax is going to kill me!- Yoko made her way to you- Y/N, are you okay?- she asked worriedly and you looked at her with a little smile.

— Yeah, did you know that I love Ajax? He is so pretty- you babbled and she looked at Kent panicked, you tried to walk but tripped on your own feet, Kent held you so you didn't fall- Oh hi Ken! You're a gentleman but I really love Jaxy- you chuckled and Yoko's eyes darted to Rowan, who was looking away.

Then, she noticed your cup, she took it and saw that was the grape juice she left for you, but when she pulled it close she could smell the strong scent of alcohol inside of it.

— ROWAN YOU FUCKING SPIKED Y/N'S DRINK?- she shouted madly and Kent were trying to keep you stead but the moment you got up all the alcohol went right into your head, so it was kinda hard.

Since it was your first time drinking, it really hit you hard, so even if it appeared a small amount, your body wasn't used to that, being easy to get drunk in minutes.

— Kent, can you watch her? I need to find Ajax- Yoko begged and the siren nodded.

— Yeah, I'll go back to the girls- he said and easily picked you up, you giggled.

— Weee- you said and Kent laughed, making his way to the couch where your friends were.

— Oh my God- Enid panicked- Ajax is going to kill us- she widened her eyes.

— AJAX!- Yoko shouted and the boy looked at her- Rowan got Y/N drunk- she said and the boy's eyes almost jumped out of his skull.

— WHAT? YOKO!- he threw the joint away and ran back inside, his eyes quickly found Rowan and Ajax was furious.

Rowan couldn't even think before Ajax's fist found his face, the boy falling off the couch.

— DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS A NO ROWAN? STUPID ASSHOLE- he shouted because of the loud music, Rowan tried to find his inhaler, but Ajax was so mad that he kicked the inhaler away, quickly trying to find you- I swear to God, I'll fucking kill him if I don't distract my mind- he groaned to himself.

Ajax finally spotted you laughing with a worried Bianca, he ran to you and finally breathed.

— AJAX! I'M SO SORRY!- Enid panicked.

— Jax? Jaxy!!- you got up but tripped again, he held you against his chest, your arms slumped around his neck.

— Oh Jesus love, what the fuck did you drink?- he asked worried.

— Rowan spiked her juice- Yoko said and all of them widened their eyes- They really hate alcohol, I don't think they would drink it so freely, principally coming from Rowan, maybe a sip or two but not to get in... this state- Yoko sighed- You should go, it's their first time getting drunk- she said and Ajax didn't thought twice before picking you up, you laughed trying to kiss his cheek but poorly missing it.

— Yeah, someone please kill Rowan for me before I do it myself- Ajax muttered and walked out of the party.

— Are you mad Jaxy?- you pouted, the alcohol finally starting to wash off your system.

— Not at you my love- he whispered and opened the door to his room- Do you want some help?- he took off his jacket and you nodded.

Ajax helped you but always turning his head to not look at your body, he felt bad looking right now.

— Jax- you whispered poking his waist, he hummed and looked at you.

— Yes my love?- he asked and you kneeled on the bed, kissing his lips, he chuckled- Love, as much as I love you, I really don't want to kiss you while you're drunk, I feel bad- he whispered and kissed your forehead instead.

— You're so pretty, so, so pretty- you hugged his neck and he gently pulled you to lay down with him, he didn't cared about his clothes, the only thing on his mind was you.

— You're way more pretty than me- he whispered and caressed your head and you started to get sleepy.

— I love you- you muttered yawning.

— I love you more- he said and it wasn't long until you were completely knocked out on his chest.

When you woke up, your head was screaming, the light made it worse and your limbs were aching, you were wasted.

— Hey love, good morning- Ajax voice echoed in your head and you groaned shoving your face back on his chest, he chuckled- I can close the windows for you- he whispered.

— Just stay- you muttered and he hugged your body, trying to cover your face from the light, his fingers brushing your hair, slowly the headache were starting to get bearable.

— You need to drink water love- he said but before you could even reply, you felt the hot and sour liquid crawling up your throat.

You ran to the bathroom and soon Ajax was by your side, rubbing your back.

— I got drunk?- you whispered and he nodded with a sad smile on his face- Did I do something?- you panicked and he chuckled shaking his head.

— No, don't worry, Kent and Yoko found you in time- he whispered and you sighed, he helped you to brush your teeth, taking a cup of cold water and some painkillers.

— I feel horrible- you muttered and he hugged your waist.

— It was your first time drinking, it is pretty bad- he whispered.

— I don't remember anything, I swear I was drinking grape juice- you said and Ajax's jaw clenched, his fist closing but he calmed down.

— Rowan spiked your drink, he probably kept filling it up with alcohol until you didn't noticed anymore- he said and you opened your mouth.

— Oh- it was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

— Don't worry about it though, I'm sorry for not being there even though I promised to- he said and you immediately shake your head.

— No, it's not your fault, I was distracted too, you need to have your fun baby and Rowan was really a jerk for doing it, but this is not your fault, I love you- you said and he smiled kissing your lips- But I'm never going to a party again- you two laughed.

— I'll keep that in mind my love- he hugged you tightly.

You loved your boyfriend.

[vvmylove]

Lookism 493 and 494

(Sorry for the lateness) And as always, paragraphs at the end

YOOOOOOOOO he's so fine respectfully WOOF WOOF BARK ARF AR-

Man I love him- but please leave the kids car ALONE

He's so fucking funny. It's nice to see lore from Gen 0. Also jichang is soOOO FINE.

OOO NO HE GON DIE- the signature smile. PLEASE PTJ STOP KILLING THESE MEN

"Seongjis fingers and toes, who did it?" It's giving mafia boyfriend vibes- bro better not start growling at me damn

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494

Wtf is this peekabo bitch- so every generation just be hating each other for real? At first I thought gapryong was in generation 0, not 1. Now I know *sigh.* I think it makes more sense, as to why generation 0 resembles the second generation the most rather than generation 1- they want to recreate 0 rather than 1. Ong who wouldn't want to see the daddies

"I don't care about becoming the strongest. I don't fight to win. There is only one reason i use my fist...

I'm a man"

Yoo😍😍☝️☝️ why can't men our generation be this daddy material. I'm telling yall, generation 0 is literally mafia ceo vampire boyfriend vibes. Now who would y/n be? James Lee? Seongji? OR DANIEL? LMAOO Hear me out- Charles Choi is the Y/N

Oh so the crusty dusty old man is Charles weakness? Is he Charles' daddy or something tf?? Or what if hear me out- he's like Goo's grandpa or some shit.

My poor babies. Thankfully our savior Jichang is going to protect them. I fear that someone from Gen 1 is gonna kill Goo or Gun, just wait. (Agree or not?)

[keepingupwiththecullensblog]

🎬✨ Welcome back to "Keeping Up with the Cullens," where this week's drama revolves around... a khaki skirt? Seriously, guys, I just found out about this whole debate, and I'm not laughing. I'm fed up! 😡

Bella's gearing up to meet Edward's family, and she chooses an outfit that somehow sparked an entire fan debate. I mean, come on, folks, it's not that deep! Even without knowing Edward's point of view from "Midnight Sun," it was pretty clear to me. In relationships, we often wear things our partners like. I know I do! ��❤️

Edward has already commented on Bella's blue shirt before, saying he likes it. It’s mentioned right there in the "Twilight" text! In "Midnight Sun," we find out he’s captivated by how the color complements her skin tone. 😍 So, Bella decides to pair it with a skirt because, duh, meeting your boyfriend’s vampire family is a special occasion. 🧛‍♂️🎉

And yet, some fans have gone off the rails, debating whether Bella's khaki skirt was a nod to Stephenie Meyer’s religious background. 🤯 Seriously? We’re diving into fashion conspiracy theories now? 🤦‍♀️ Some thought Bella’s fashion choice was influenced by Meyer’s membership in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, where modesty is a value. But really, it’s a skirt, not a manifesto. ✋ Let’s not overthink this. It’s a practical choice, not a religious statement! 🙄

Let’s set the record straight. Bella mentions this is the only skirt she owns, and it’s from thrift shopping. 🛍️ Why? Because our girl Bella is tomboyish, not a fashionista. Her closet is more “comfortable tomboy” than “modest chic.” She’s not making a statement; she’s just meeting the parents! 👖 She probably didn’t care about the style as long as it ticked the “decent” box. Seriously, can we let Bella live? 🙌

Bella probably needed a skirt for a special occasion like this. As a tomboy myself, I only own a few dress-up and professional outfits. Has anyone thought of this... what if she needed it for Renée's wedding to Phil? Renée's not that fancy, but... 🤔

This has nothing to do with Stephenie Meyer’s religion or any hidden messages. Bella doesn’t even specify the skirt’s length, and Stephenie didn’t even realize the skirt caused so much controversy because, for her, it was always about the shirt! 🧥✨ Thank goodness "Midnight Sun" clears this up. 🙏 It's such a non-issue. Sorry for dumping on fans, but let's move on to more pressing debates—like why does Edward need math to learn how to cook? 🤔 Is he solving calculus problems to boil water? 🍲 Come on, people, let's focus on the real mysteries here! 😂📐🥘

[pleasereadmeok]

We're on to the first episode of 'A Discovery of Witches' season 3 and Matthew is faced with the usual drama - 

Em’s death and the violation of Sept Tours by Knox  

The fact that they are expecting TWINS!  

The vampire murders in Oxford

A tricky reunion with Marcus - who Matthew assumes has made an omnishambles of being ‘Grand Master’ coz he’s all 😍 for Phoebe. CHRIST MARCUS!!!

Marcus confronting him about hiding his blood rage

Emily’s funeral 😢

The usual confrontation with Baldie and the fact that his bro seems to have changed into an entirely different person 🤔

The family dinner from hell

Admitting he has a secret, evil, son. 😱

Moving to London

Reuniting with his dead brother’s mate, 🎶 Fernando 🎶

A touch of the green eyed monster about Chris, compounded by the indignity of being referred to as Diana’s ‘boyfriend’. 

Admitting to Chris, a mere human, that he’s a vamp’.  Oh and that creatures are facing extinction.   Oh and please can they find a cure for blood rage?  

So by anyone’s standards that’s A LOT.  But hey - this is just another normal few days for our vampy Prof.    Apart from a few spicy moments, Matthew deals with all of it without flying into a full blown blood rage so ... is that ‘growth’?

Matthew Goode in A Discovery of Witches season 3 #RealTimeWatch.

📷 ADOW S3:01 my edit.  

[autisticempathydaemon]

I am loving this Redacted match-up idea. So here goes mine! 😃

• The song my brain’s latched onto right now is “Make Me Cry” by Jacob Collier. The vibes are so perfect. It’s so mellow, and his voice is so freaking comforting. Like…smooth, thick hot chocolate or something. If that even makes sense XD

• I…have no idea what my Ennegram type is. But I’ll totally tell you some other things! I’m a Libra, a Hufflepuff, and last time I checked, my Myers-Briggs type is INFJ? But don’t quote me on that. XD

• Alas, I don’t think I’ve got enough of an attention span to sit through a video essay 😅

• I never really had an imaginary friend as a kid, tbh 🤔

• “Flirty Vampire Boyfriend Helps You Sleep” knocks me out almost every time I listen. So, most nights, it’s that video.

• If I had to change my name, I’d probably change it to Grace. (That’s what it would have been if I wasn’t the name my parents *did* decide to give me)

• Man, that’s a hard question! Buuuut I gotta say, every time I think of my favorite Redacted vids, Vincent��s third video (the one where he “loses control” with Lovely) comes to mind. I might be biased though, because Vincent was my introduction to the channel, but it’s such a good one! The drama. 😍 I freaking love it. We’re not gonna talk about Adam, though, because he terrifies me. XD

• Honestly? I don’t get the hype around David. Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m not a huge fan of Tsunderes (which is funny to me, because I love Aaron) and that I prefer vampires to werewolves anyway, but I dunno. He’s just not my cup of tea.

• I could quote Avatar: The Last Airbender all day long. Don’t even get me started. XD SECRET, SECRET, SECRET, SECRET TUNNEEEEEEELLLLL!

• I want Elliott as a BFF, please and thank you. 🥺

• I wouldn’t say I ramble about this when I’m tired, but if someone else shares the interest too, I’ll talk about musicals for forever.

• Well..I don’t drive, so I don’t really visit many gas stations. XD But my combo would probably be a bottle of water and a bag of mini M&Ms.

• It’s actually a Spotify playlist that my best friend and I made for one of my OCs. 🥰

• This is embarrassing to admit, but I still watch stuff that’s “for kids” from time to time. Barbie movies, Strawberry Shortcake, Sofia the First, pretty much any “girly” show that’s made for someone way younger than 24? I love it. 😊 (It’s probably a comfort thing, now that I think about it)

• Let’s see… Other fun facts 🤔. I’m the “youngest” of four (by like, five minutes, so I don’t know if that really means anything), and if you couldn’t tell from this ask, I use emojis up the butt, and am a total stickler for proper grammar. 😂

Oh, so I’ve actually thought about this- you know who’d pair wonderfully with someone from a big family? Huxley with his gorgeous, friendly nature and open heart.

He’s just so natural to love and get along with, so easy-going and charming. Our favorite earth elemental would be so mind-boggled by all your siblings but also delighted, just like your family would delight in him and how well-suited the two of you are together-

-and the two of you are so cute together. Huxley has this steady, reliable nature while also being fun and silly and light. I can totally see him genuinely enjoying all the things you do, even the shows for little girls that you’d be initially embarrassed for him to see you watching. No one is immune to the power of Barbie Nutcracker, and Huxley is no exception. He is ready with popcorn, a cozy blanket, and open arms for a movie night.

Song:

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore/ Love you forever, and ever more./ I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

So this works on 3, count ‘em, THREE levels. One! Earth Angel for an earth elemental? I am a fucking genius. Two. I love the fun, dreamy, romantic vibe for Huxley; it strikes me as something he likes because he heard his moms listen to it. Three. I will seize any and all opportunities to plug a musical, and the Back to the Future musical is so FUN.

Runner-Ups:

Guy is an easy-peasy runner up, because I love to pair musical theater babes together. (I was so sure that was his major before we learned it was creative writing.) I also love Ollie for you, because (fuck JK Rowling and all she stands for but) we love to pair a Hufflepuff with a Hufflepuff.

Note: highly recommend the Back to the Future musical which is rumored to make its Broadway debut soon, it’s very true to the vibes of the movie 🌈

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

[geralts-yenn]

You are a Nina-pleaser 😍 Even getting up from bed for me! 💕

So, here we are, a whole lot of Vampire Mikey, what else could I wish for?

You know, I love my 'pranked' Mikey to bits, but maaaybe I love your vampire Mikey even a little bit more. He's just so fucking perfect Mikey as Mikey can be! And I love how you play with his 'gift' in this chapter. Not only Mike uses it to try to please reader, which is incredible sweet (although not very successful ��), but also we get to see the downside of his ability to know the wishes of other people. Because, of course, there will be wishes in all of our heads sometimes that should not be known to our beloved ones. And Mikey knows reader's desires even if they don't include him. That must hurt. In the last chapters I somehow struggled with Mike being so 'selfish' that he wants to feed on reader without sharing. But now I get it. He sees how she already feels for the others. That there are desires that include them. And he knows about August's feelings, too. So he has every right to be nervous or maybe even jealous. And I fear there will be more to this situation in the future. Just don't break is heart, please! He's my baby 😳 But we don't get to heavy on the deep emotions (yet?). There comes the promised vampire kinky smut... And, babe, I am so happy you shared that with us. It was hot and funny and just absolutely the way I love it.

“Baby, please, I want to give you a little something for that grade,” you said. He winked as if to say ‘I know you do’, and kept going. Slowly, so fucking slowly… It was hard for him to show restraint when he finally made it past your blouse, and he was more or less face to face with his favorite toys.

this is soooo cute 😍

Guilt gnawed at your guts as for a second you wondered what it would be like to be in this position with either of them, knowing Mike could probably tell that you thought so.

“Don’t leave me for August,” he said in the smallest, lowest voice – probably so low that the others wouldn’t be able to hear it.

Ahw, did you hear my heart breaking? Because, my poor baby 😭😭😭 He's trying his best to please you and you think about having his friends in this situation instead of him? And you even stop him and tell im you don't want HIM to do that. He's scared to lose you, babe!

“He- Oh…” You chuckled when the sounds escaped him; a moan interrupting his own objection. That was him. The idiot smile on his face – that you could see as he looked down on you while you kissed all the way down his chest on your way to get back on your knees for him – that was him, too.

You know, I can hear and see this paragraph as if Mikey was directly in front of me. That's 100% him 😍

“Yikes! Mikey! Don’t lick me!” Hold on? Did you just hear someone laugh? It sure as fuck wasn’t Mike…

The pleasures of living with a bunch of vampires🤣🤣🤣🤣

Stupid puppy-eyed boyfriend

He could ask me for anything, I swear!

“We heard,” August groaned. You hit him over the head with a book. It almost cost you the book, but August’s skull seemed to be fine.

🤣

Uhm, the boys talking about their favorite place to bite was hot! Can we get back to that later on, please? 🤤

And now I want to know two things: What are Sherlock's kinks? And what the hell happened to him, again?

Part 9

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Part 8 🟣 Part 10

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), attempt at Dom!Mikey (interrupted), p-in-v sex, vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: My girl @geralts-yenn sent me an ask a while back, about how I was being unfair keeping the kinky little bites to myself, and since I'm a people-pleaser (and I was already thinking we were light on the smut in this one...) there you go ;)

@deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @teamfan7asy @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81

“I passed my resit!” Mike had been struggling with that class the whole way through, and you could tell he was really glad it was over now. He’d tried to explain the contents of it to you six or seven times, but you were still completely clueless. It had something to do with engineering – which wasn’t surprising, for a mechanical engineering major.

“I’d say dinner is on me, but…” He rolled is eyes at you – which was fair; it was a horrible joke on your part.

“May I suggest something?” What was he on about? “You really want to do something nice for me. I appreciate that.” Of course he knew that was what you wanted to do right now – how were you still not the least bit used to that?

“Alright, shoot,” you said, even though you had a fairly good idea of how this was going to end. He just grinned and walked over, which was really all the confirmation you needed.

The one thing everyone knew about Mikey was that he had absolutely zero patience. Sitting still, waiting in line, being quiet – it would all turn him annoyingly jittery within minutes. But if you made the mistake of giving this jackass the opportunity to take your clothes off: patience of an angel. Begging would either work in your favor, or he’d really start to play with you, and from experience you knew that trying to help him along would land you shackled to his headboard. Not that that would be so terrible, but you were counting on being able to use your hands. The smug smirk on his face told you that he already knew you wanted him to go faster.

“Baby, please, I want to give you a little something for that grade,” you said. He winked as if to say ‘I know you do’, and kept going. Slowly, so fucking slowly… It was hard for him to show restraint when he finally made it past your blouse, and he was more or less face to face with his favorite toys.

Dating Mike saved you whatever money you used to shell out on matching sets of expensive lace underwear. He’d seen the stuff you already owned, shrugged, and greedily proceeded to unwrap the last bits of you. Sometimes, you just really wanted to be with a guy who appreciated it when you made an effort to dress up for him – and the fact that Mike was well aware of that broke your heart every time you were reminded of it.

“Get on your knees for me,” Mike said as he leaned back against his desk. He startled you; the usual playful tone in his voice was gone – traded in for something so serious and demanding you were surprised he even managed it. There was a darkness to it that caused a tingling sensation to creep down your spine. “It wasn’t a question. I know what you want, now be good for me and get on your knees.” It wasn’t in his voice or even in any other physical reaction of his body, but you could tell he wasn’t completely secure in his little experiment right here. Barking orders was the territory of August, of even Marshall – although you doubted the latter would be inclined to bring that talent into the bedroom. Guilt gnawed at your guts as for a second you wondered what it would be like to be in this position with either of them, knowing Mike could probably tell that you thought so.

“Down, now.” Yeah. He caught on to that little wicked whim. Fingers dug into the flesh of your shoulder and shoved you down. You understood the irritation. And you felt bad. Right?

Mike’s fingers dug into your shoulder even harsher, to the point where he actually hurt you, and he growled when he spoke again: “Open your fucking mouth.” Yeah. It didn’t suit him. At all.

“Stop it, Mikey,” you said. Was it a strong reaction? Sure. Was it necessary? Yeah. Unfortunately, it was. “What the fuck was that?” You scrambled to your feet and looked at Mike.

“It’s what you want.”

“Mikey…” The whole Dom/sub dynamic thing, whatever… It was something you were more than willing to experience, but Mike was more than enough for you just the way he was. And that wasn’t this. “Does the concept latent desire mean anything to you?” You could see it in his eyes; it really didn’t. Or he had some vague idea of what it was supposed to entail, but definitely not something he had any close personal experience with. Mike was… Something in your head just clicked.

“You didn’t just get your gift because Marshall turned you, did you? It’s because you were an impulsive, slightly hedonistic little jackass, isn’t it?” You couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“Eh, that might have had something to do with it, yeah…” Mike admitted. It was clearly difficult for him.

“I don’t have to act on every whim, or every desire I happen to have,” you said, “and there’s a few I certainly don’t want to act on with you. Because this degrading, dominant… asshole – because that’s what you are to me right now – it’s not you. I want my impulsive, playful Mikey back, please. Please.” He thought about what you said for a moment. Was he scared? There was something in his eyes…

“Tell me what you’re thinking, baby.” You ran a hand through his hair before resting your palm on his cheek.

“Don’t leave me for August,” he said in the smallest, lowest voice – probably so low that the others wouldn’t be able to hear it. You almost laughed at the ridiculous idea.

“Never,” you promised. Mike seemed to perk up a little when he heard you say it – and probably felt that you meant it. Nevertheless, you were hell-bent on proving it to him.

You kissed him softly while sliding your hands underneath the fabric of his shirt until you had to let him go for a moment to pull it over his head. He was eager to get his mouth back on yours, but you ducked.

“He- Oh…” You chuckled when the sounds escaped him; a moan interrupting his own objection. That was him. The idiot smile on his face – that you could see as he looked down on you while you kissed all the way down his chest on your way to get back on your knees for him – that was him, too. Mike freed his cock while you were still on your way, and as soon as you were sat in front of him, he put it to your lips, spreading a drop of precum over them. It was a question or an invitation, rather than a demand. It was Mikey.

You wished you could just open your mouth and take him all the way in. He’d love it, you were sure of that. Unfortunately, you weren’t blessed with a talent like that – although you and Mike definitely tried very hard to get rid of your gag reflex. Mike interrupted your thoughts by impatiently tapping his cock against your lips.

“Open your mouth, baby.” It was the signature boyish impatience you were so familiar with that made you want to listen, you were hoping he got that. Of course he got that. He better fucking understand that that was exactly what got him what he wanted.

You barely got the change to stick your tongue out. Your plan had been to tease him a little, circle the head of his cock with your tongue, lick that spot you knew drove him wild, but as soon as you opened your mouth, he pushed in. So you went with that. This was the new plan. Actually, it was Mikey: there was no plan. You listened to his sweet moans of pleasure as you moved your head up and down his shaft, and then… A hard grunt when your teeth scraped his skin – accidentally, of course.

“Fuck, baby, do that again?” He liked it? Alright, no time to question that: he liked it – and you were more than happy to answer to his request. For a while, you explored this newfound little turn-on of his, varying pressure and places. It was definitely the most fun you had ever had while blowing a guy.

“Eh, babe,” you heard after a while, “gimme a little more here? You’re so fucking close to taking me all the way down…” Shit, you hadn’t even noticed that your little bout of experimenting had led you to work more of Mike’s length into your mouth than you ever had. Now that you did realize, the nerves kicked in.

Mike put a hand on your head and looked at you with a clear ‘may I?’ burning in his eyes. The slightest bit of pressure followed immediately; after all, he knew what you wanted…

“Holy fuck, Sweetcheeks, you are so fucking hot.” There was something in his voice that told you he was proud of you. You were proud of yourself, too, so that worked out nicely. Just to see what would happen, you sank your teeth in his flesh again.

“Easy, Sweetcheeks” Mike laughed, “don’t want you to make me cum just yet.” You whined when he pulled out of your mouth and somehow threw you on your bed, got naked, and grabbed a condom in the same second. Well… ‘Somehow’ was an overstatement; it was obviously vampire-speed. Even though you watched him do it, you didn’t see it. It was annoying. It felt as if your eyes failed you, even though you knew they didn’t. Dwelling on it was impossible, though, because Mike was already on top of you, smirking at you with abundant idiot-vibes, kissing your mouth, cheeks, jaw, neck, forehead, ears, shoulders. Licking your cheek. For reasons unbeknownst to literally any living soul but Mike himself.

“Yikes! Mikey! Don’t lick me!” Hold on? Did you just hear someone laugh? It sure as fuck wasn’t Mike… Luckily you had only been partially undressed. Mike had only taken your shirt off before starting his little experiment.

“I don’t know who that was, but butt out,” Mike said before you could even open your mouth. He turned to you next: “I swear they don’t listen, but you kinda shouted that. And it was funny, I’ll give him that.”

“Who was it?” Did you want to know? Yeah, you were far too curious. But needing to know something and actually wanting to hear the answer… Two entirely different things.

“August,” Mike said. His tone was very neutral.

“Ah. Well I guess I owe him one,” you said softly as you felt your cheeks warm up.

“What, for walking in on him jacking off? Yeah, the whole house heard that.” Mike laughed the way you loved so much; loudly and unapologetically. He ordered the rest of the house to put on headphones and went back to kissing you all over – although he didn’t lick your cheek again.

“Hm, my reward for passing my class,” he mused when he had – barely – managed to get rid of your bra with it still in one piece.

“That blowjob was your reward,” you replied to him, which earned you a disapproving look from below.

“I want both.” Well, okay, if he was going to give you that look… Done deal. Stupid puppy-eyed boyfriend. You could easily imagine falling asleep to the treatment he gave your boobs; gently massaging and squeezing the flesh of your breasts while he sucked on your nipples. He was gentle, his touch comforting and thrilling, making you shiver and arch into his touch. He focused on your chest for a while, but it wasn’t too long before his hands started to wander, clearly on a mission to take the rest of your clothes off. It didn’t take him long – of course it didn’t.

“Head or dick?” Oh, options! How fantastic! You laughed when he asked, cupping his chin with your hand, pulling him back up so he could kiss you. “No head?”

“No,” you sighed into his mouth, whimpering as he pulled away to take care of the uncharming latex-y aspect of things.

He sank into you without hesitation, and a little too enthusiastically, causing you to gasp.

“Sorry Sweetcheeks,” he said, apologetic smirk on his face, “couldn’t wait. Love the way your pussy feels too much.” You’d been so startled – and almost ashamed – the first time you had slept together and he’d talked to you like that, but now you never wanted to have to miss it. It was worth enduring the occasional tongue on your cheek.

Mike’s movements became more controlled, thrusts now slow and deep, making sure you felt every inch of him inside of you. His mouth latched onto your nipple again as he kept moving. It was nice, even when he grazed the sensitive skin with his teeth.

You heard the low growl, deep at the back of his throat, felt his fangs drag over your skin, decidedly sharper than the rest of his teeth.

“You want a bite, don’t you?” The answer was the cutest little ‘mhm’, and you chuckled. “Go ahead, baby.”

Expectations: a bite like the last few times you’d spent time dabbling in this funky little kink of his. Teeth on neck, teeth in neck, teeth out of neck. Reality: Teeth in boob. The pain was as manageable as always – comparable to a bite on your neck, slightly more painful than your wrists – but the unexpectedness was startling.

“Mikey!” you warned, even though it was clearly already too late for a warning. You could tell from the way he moved that he was chasing his release, getting closer with every controlled, shallow thrust, as he suckled on your breast. Fuck, it felt good. Everything he did now was so gentle, so different from your normal, lively, enthusiastic rounds in the sheets – or in the shower, or that one time on the couch when you had the apartment to yourselves – but it was fantastic.

Mike didn’t let go of you when he finally came, which wasn’t how things were supposed to go.

“Mike,” you said softly while you stroked his hair, hoping he’d look up. He did shift, and his cock slipped out of you, so that was one crisis averted, but he didn’t detach from your boob. “Mi-key. Stop.” The truth was that you didn’t want him to stop. But like you had said before: you weren’t giving him that privilege over the others, and he’d have to deal with that.

“Mike, I want you to stop.” He had to. He would have, even if he wasn’t biologically compelled to, you were sure of that, but he was, so he had to listen to you all the more. “That was a little more than the kinky little bite you asked for, wasn’t it?” He looked ashamed of himself when he confirmed your suspicion.

“Sorry, baby, you just taste so good,” he said before his tongue gently lapped at the puncture wounds on your chest. You had noticed that the Sherlock and August had also done that when they had been done feeding. And Marshall, at the end of the second try.  

“Why do you do that?” you asked.

“It helps the wounds heal,” Mike said, “some enzyme or God knows what. I’m an engineer, not a biologist.” Sherlock would definitely know the answer. You’d been showering him with questions, anyway, a few more wouldn’t hurt. Besides, he quite seemed to like giving you lectures. It was probably a nice change of pace from a half-dead classroom.

Mike took care of cleanup, and upon return he snuggled into your side, no doubt sending that was what you wanted most right now.

“Can I do anything for you?” Another redundant question made the first one pop back into your head. You assured him this was everything you wanted from him before unleashing your question.

“You knew,” you said. Was it an accusation? Not really.

“Knew what?” He wasn’t feigning his innocence; it was genuinely a super vague question.

“The second you asked me if I wanted you to go down on me or fuck me, you knew what the answer was going to be.”

“I did.” He laughed softly. You loved it when he did that

“You asked out of politeness.” You almost didn’t believe it.

“Eh… Yeah. I’ve been told – not just by you, by the way – that it’s annoying when I snoop around in your head. So I figured I’d try to get used to asking for some confirmation…”

“Confirmation you don’t need,” you said. Your fingers twirled around in his hair, wrapping his dark locks around them and releasing them again. It made him shiver and moan slightly, which made it your favorite pastime when you were in bed with him.

“Confirmation I want because maybe what you want and what you want me to know you want – or what you want me to act on – are not the same thing.”

“Who have you been talking to?”

“Sherlock,” he admitted. You laughed. That sounded like him.

“I passed my final!” Mike said when you appeared at the dinner table for… well, dinner.

“We heard,” August groaned. You hit him over the head with a book. It almost cost you the book, but August’s skull seemed to be fine.

“We’re robust, love, you must have noticed.” At this point, you didn’t bother telling Marshall to get out of your head anymore.

“Where’d you bite her?” August asked as he handed you a stack of plates while not-so-subtly investigating your neck. Mike didn’t answer, but a suggestive eyebrow-wiggle did the trick just fine. You assumed everyone in the house knew exactly how fond Mike was of boobs, anyway. He wasn’t particularly secretive about that, or anything.

“Kinky,” August replied. He pinched your ass when you were bent over the table to put plates down on the other side, making you jump.

“Hey!” You couldn’t help but laugh. Over the past few weeks, some of the tension between Mike and August had dissolved, and despite Mike’s lingering insecurities, everyone got along really well. “August, hands off.” Wait, why were they laughing? Why wasn’t Mike throwing a fit? You would have expected him to kick August’s ass if he… Of course.

“Mikey!” They had promised to not abuse their stupid abilities to mess with you.

“Couldn’t help myself, Sweetcheeks,” he said, putting a lot of emphasis on that last syllable before laughing at his own corny joke.

“Next time, bite her there,” Marshall joked.

“Eh, guys, can we cool it on the locker room talk?” It’s not that the general subject was making you uncomfortable, but you yourself being the specific subject sure did. “Out of curiosity, what is the best place to… y’know.” Chickening out on that last bit really hurt your girlboss act. Damn!

“Tiddies,” Mike said as he walked past you, pressing his lips to your cheek. Marshall and August had more complicated answers. You could tell from the mischievous glint in their eyes.

“Come on, boys, if you’re tough enough to make fun of me and Mikey for… I don’t know, being the only ones in a relationship, I guess?”

“Alight,” Marshall gave in, “if you must know. You edge her for a bit and right when she’s about to cum all over your face; inside of her thigh.” The grin on his face was unbearable, the wink – or attempt at a wink – was even worse.

“Thanks for the tip!” Mike said. There was far too much grinning going on here for your liking, but you couldn’t exactly be mad at it, because it was your own fault.

“Nah, you spank her good, until her ass is nice and red, then you bite it. I’ve been told it hurts like a bitch.” Alright, August definitely enjoyed that thought a little too much.

“My Goodness, I have three children,” Sherlock suddenly said, strolling into the kitchen so casually you weren’t sure if you were discussing kinky vampire habits or the evening news. Judging from the way he glared at the guys, it didn’t bother him that they talked about it, but it did bother him that they were being a certain kind of way about it.  

“So, no crazy vampire kinks for you?” Perhaps Sherlock’s answer was the one you were most curious about.

“Not particularly. Can we please discuss something else?” He looked so uncomfortable you almost wanted to hug him. In fact…

“Sherlock, are you alright?” He shook his head and explained he’d had a terrible day at work. Some kind of incident he couldn’t say too much about. Before you knew it, you had your arms wrapped around him, his casually resting on the side of your hips. You didn’t know where the sudden urge to comfort him came from, but it was there. He was a good friend, he deserved to be taken care of.

“Why don’t you go take a shower, we’ll wait for a bit,” August suggested, and everyone else agreed. It was August’s lasagna, which was absolutely fucking delicious. Then again, he’d had four centuries to learn how to cook.

[heliads]

Hello can i request a tmr Thomas imagine /he is my soulmate my boyfriend my love the love of my life my husb- you get it ! 😍😅😜/ when the reader is in our reality , when she read the tmr book her comfort character appear in front of her with a smile in his face because one the reader love him so much than even in a other universe he notice and two because he want to ask her to be in his world and he know that she will accept ( if she go in their world she will be magically immune )

Thanks you again if yo don’t understand tell me 😅😍

Ps :

Im sorry for fangirling like that

Hug 🫂

ok but this idea >>>

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“Please don’t tell me you’re reading The Maze Runner again.”

The words, cruel and totally unwarranted, ring out across the room. You refuse to give your accuser even one iota of eye contact, preferring instead to keep your eyes firmly locked onto the page of your book.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Even if I was reading The Maze Runner, that would be totally fine.”

Your friend, cruel and undeservingly spiteful towards your love of charmingly dystopian universes, rolls her eyes. “Maybe it’s because you read it all the time. There are other books in the world, you know?”

You can’t help but grin. “Yes, but none of them are about the Maze. You’re missing my point.”

“Actually,” your friend grumbles, “I think you’re missing mine. You do realize that rereading the same book isn’t going to make it any more real, right?”

You laugh. “Obviously, I’m not totally insane. Still, it would be fun if it was real. That’s why I’m reading it.”

Your voice trails off a little. No matter how it sounds, you can’t deny that you’ve thought about it sometimes, what it would be like to wake up in your favorite fictional world. It would be perfect, of course, skies always blue except for when you’re getting kissed in the rain, and although it would have to be thrillingly dangerous, you’d never be in any actual harm.

Your friend, picking up on this hesitation, groans. “Don’t tell me you’re actually considering what it would be like to live in that world. Maybe you should become an engineer, figure out how to make a portal so you can travel between fictional universes.”

You arch a brow, considering her with a barely concealed smile. “What, so you can travel to Mystic Falls?”

Your friend’s mouth drops in mock horror. “Hey, The Vampire Diaries is peak TV. Don’t even try to argue with me.”

You hold up your hands in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare.”

“Good,” your friend says, “because it’s not like The Maze Runner is the height of classic literature, either.”

“Are you here for a reason, or just to bash on The Maze Runner?” You ask, and your friend scoffs.

“Although that’s one of my favorite things to do,” she comments under her breath, then continues in a louder voice, “that’s not all, no. I was just going to say that I’m going to head back to my place. My mom’s freaking out, apparently there’s a bad storm hitting soon. You want to come with me? We can make hot chocolate and watch something.”

You smile at the thought. “It sounds fun, but my parents are out and I need to make sure we’re not going to lose power during the storm. Have fun watching The Vampire Diaries, though.”

She frowns. “How’d you know I was going to watch The Vampire Diaries?”

You laugh. “Just a hunch. See you soon.”

Your friend waves goodbye, and a few moments later you hear the roar of her car’s engine as she pulls away into the night. You tuck contentedly back into The Maze Runner, but you’ve only been able to progress a chapter or two further into the novel before the storm settles upon you. 

It rushes down around your house, sheets of rain appearing out of nowhere to beat against your windows. The sky has turned an odd shade of green, and you silently hope that your friend was able to make it back to her house before the storm got too bad. Already, your lights are starting to flicker, casting your living room alternately in shadow and light in irregular intervals.

A loud sound from outside makes you flinch. Carefully putting down your book, you walk over to the windows, angling to try and get a good view of what’s going on outside. You can’t see much, though, the air is dark and battered by furious rainfall. You shiver slightly. This area hasn’t been hit by a storm this bad in quite some time, so you hope that everything will be alright.

A strange humming sound jars you from your thoughts, and the air suddenly seems pierced by a strange fervor, like you’re standing too close to a stream of electricity. You peer through the window in the hopes of seeing something, perhaps a tree struck by lightning, but all you see is this faint glow. The problem is that it doesn’t seem like it’s outside, more like it’s reflected on the glass. Like it’s instead coming from the inside of the house, right behind you.

You turn around slowly, and feel your blood freeze like ice in your veins, slowing all your thoughts to a dull stillness. There’s a shimmering sheet of energy blocking off half of your room. It glows a strange gray, and although you can’t see what’s behind it, you swear it no longer leads to any part of your house.

It reminds you of something, but for some reason you can’t quite put your finger on what that is. You draw closer to it, curious, but it remains there nonetheless. An earth shattering clap of thunder makes you startle, and you swear that the shimmering gray wall flinches with you. You don’t know how, but a voice in the back of your mind tells you that this won’t last forever, whatever it is.

Drawn by some strange fascination, you reach out a hand to touch the gray surface. Your hand goes straight through, sending waves of tingling electricity rippling up your arm. You can still twitch your fingers on the other side, they just feel slightly different. The further in you go, the more you can feel a summer breeze, bright sun against your skin.

Thunder crashes again outside, and your lights give up their fight, plunging the room into black. You can’t see a thing, and when you trip over an uneven fold in the carpet, you manage to stumble forward just enough to walk fully through the shimmering gray wall.

For a moment, you’re not sure of anything. A wave of cold ripples over you, drawing over your limbs like being encased in ice. Just when you’re certain that it may go on forever, trapping you in a neverending plunge of chill, you open your eyes and find yourself standing in the middle of a grassy field.

You’re not alone in your strange new world. Already, shouts of alarm are echoing around you, and figures start to race towards you. As your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness of the noon sun, you realize that they’re all teenage boys, with the exception of one girl, her long dark hair tangling in the breeze.

What catches your attention most of all isn’t the boys, though, nor the miracle of the grass beneath your feet, the disappearing storm. No, you’re frozen in place, staring with shock at the massive stone walls blocking out the far edges of this field. There are four gaps in the stone, large enough to be doors. The Doors. 

This can’t be happening. There’s no way you could be here, no possible reason for any of this to make sense, no earthly reasoning, but yet here you are, in the Glade. You’re staring at the walls of the Maze, and somehow, you’ve ended up in your favorite book.

You’re in the world of The Maze Runner.

Your first reaction is to panic. Sure, it had been fun to picture ending up in this universe, but it had always been your choice in your all-too-vivid imagination, your idea to cross over. Now, you’re stumbling blind, no preparation whatsoever for the fact that the boy currently racing to you to demand just what you’re doing here is Alby, head of the Glade.

He glares at you in bewilderment, and you want to comment that this is such an Alby reaction, but you don’t think it would go over all that well.

“Who are you, and how did you just show up in the middle of nowhere? No Box or anything?”

You blink at him in surprise, and a blond boy by his side sighs in consternation. “She’s not going to know what the Box is, Alby. Look at her. She’s bloody terrified.”

You frown. “I’m not terrified, just confused. How am I here?”

Newt, for of course it is he, shrugs a shoulder. “We’d like to know the same thing. Most of the time, we get our newbies once a month. They don’t show up like you, though, out of nowhere.”

“It wasn’t out of nowhere,” you argue, “it was–”

Your eyes widen as you realize at last how you recognized the shimmering wall of gray. It came from this world after all.

“It was a Flat Trans,” you finish, and Teresa, who has just come up short beside you, lets out a startled gasp.

“How do you know about that?” She asks, her voice barely a hissing whisper.

Instantly, she seems to regret her reaction. After all, she’s not supposed to have her memory back, even though any casual reader would know that she’s been faking it this whole time. Judging by the look Teresa shoots you, she’s just as aware of that as you are.

No one questions Teresa on her sudden outburst, however, because another boy has shown up to the scene, this one issuing questions in a booming voice so as to drown out everyone else.

“Hold it, hold it. Why is this girl not immediately in the Slammer? Obviously, she’s not someone to be trusted. Why wouldn’t she come up in the Box? Also, she’s the third arrival this month. Something’s up, and I promise you it’s her fault.”

You groan before you can stop yourself. “Oh, shut up, Gally. No one asked you.”

Gally frowns. “How did you know my name?”

A dark-haired boy standing in between Teresa and Newt chuckles under his breath, but quickly fixes his face into the picture of innocence when Gally shoots him an irritated look.

Alby steps in again, hands raised. “Alright, alright. No one knows what’s going on, and we can’t just throw people in the Slammer because we don’t know who they are. Let’s call a Gathering, alright? Get all the Keepers, we’re going to need to sort this out. You too, Thomas,” he continues, as the dark-haired boy starts to walk away, “You and Teresa both, along with the new girl. Gally’s not wrong, something’s obviously going on.”

Thomas’ brow furrows. “I have nothing to do with this. Trust me, I know just as little about this as you do.”

Alby sighs. “I know that, but don’t you think it’s weird that three Greenies showed up this month instead of one? Even if you don’t know a thing, you’re still an anomaly.”

Thomas looks displeased by that, but shrugs his shoulders at last and looks towards a crooked wooden building that must be the Homestead. Teresa’s called off by Newt, leaving you alone with one of your favorite literary characters. You try not to let it go to your head.

Thomas shoots you a quizzical look once the other Gladers start to trickle off, their show over for the time being. “You really don’t know how you ended up here?”

You spread your hands as the two of you being walking. “No idea. One minute, I’m in my house, next I’m being surrounded by irritable Gladers. Did you see anything?”

Thomas shakes his head. “I was supposed to be trying out with the Track-Hoes to see if I’d do well with their job.”

You raise an eyebrow. “So is that a no or a yes?”

He chuckles in spite of himself. “Well, I might have been looking for a chance to get out of work a little, so maybe I wasn’t entirely focused on the crops. Still, I didn’t see a thing. One minute, it’s just another day, next everyone’s freaking out about a girl appearing out of nowhere.”

You grimace. “Two girls show up, and they both don’t go over well. It’s not a great track record.”

“Wait,” Thomas asks, suddenly suspicious, “how’d you know that Teresa’s arrival wasn’t normal?”

You freeze. Technically, you shouldn’t know a thing about this. If you’re not careful, you’re going to reveal yourself. It occurs to you that you have a choice about how all of this goes down. You could reveal to the Gladers that they’re just characters in a book, which could go a number of ways, most likely all bad.

Or, you could feign ignorance, and pretend that you have no idea that they’re all going to go through the worst trauma of their lives within the next few months. You don’t know how it would go, trying to fix the story, but you’ve read enough books to know that prophecies usually come true, even if the guidelines of oracles are locked within the supposed plotline of a fan favorite dystopia.

So, you lift a shoulder, and do your best to seem unconcerned. “I don’t know, I figured from Gally’s attitude alone that a girl showing up in the Box would cause some problems.”

This seems to satisfy Thomas, because he grins again. “Yeah, you can say that for sure. He’s got a bit of a temper.”

You smile. “Just a little bit. I think I figured that out for myself.”

The two of you have reached the doors of the Homestead, but instead of going inside, Thomas catches at your arm, bringing you to a stop. His voice is suddenly urgent, and drops a few decibels to ensure that nobody can overhear you.

“Listen,” he says, “I don’t know who you are, or what you know, but you seem like somebody we can trust. These guys may not feel the same, though. Just be careful, alright? Don’t give them reasons to be suspicious of you. I already had to go through a Gathering of my own, it’s not fun. I want you to stick around, but that means you have to keep your head.”

For some reason, his words make your heart do a loop in your chest. Thomas has no reason to trust you, yet he does. It’s everything you could have ever hoped to hear.

“I’ll be cautious,” you promise him, “and thank you, Thomas. I’m glad to have a friend.”

He smiles back at you. “Hey, no problem. I remember what it was like when it felt like everyone was against you. I don’t want you to go through the same thing.”

A shout echoes out from the Homestead, and the two of you head inside. It’s time for you to defend yourself.

From the second you enter the room of the Gathering, you can tell that Gally is gunning for you. You glance around at the assembled Keepers, trying to figure out both which characters they are and who would be on your side. Zart and Newt look welcoming, Alby keeps himself carefully neutral, but Winston and Gally both seem uneasy. Well, no one said this was going to be easy.

Just as you feel the nerves crest over you, you glance over your shoulder and see Thomas standing right by your side. He flashes you a smile, and just like that, you’re certain you can carry on.

Alby begins the questioning, asking you what you remember from traveling here, what your world was like, if you remember anything about theirs. You answer as best you can, making sure all the while to not give anything too damning away, like the fact that you read the story of his eventual death as something to calm your nerves after a long day. It sounds terrible now that you’re face to face with him, doesn’t it?

You present the narrative that you’re just as lost as they are. You talk about saying goodbye to your friend, how the storm surged, your reaction when the shimmering wall of gray appeared out of nowhere and what it was like to step through. You’re protected by your obvious confusion, because the truth is simple:  you have no idea what’s going on, and neither do they.

Despite Gally’s hemming and hawing, when the Keepers take a vote on what to do with you, they all agree that you shouldn’t end up in the Slammer for something that clearly isn’t your fault. They talk to Thomas and Teresa for a little while, making sure that neither of them have any recollection of you, but it’s plain to see that no one has a hand in this.

Eventually, you walk out of the Homestead with the threat of an increased eye on you, but no major punishment. Basically, you’ll go about like you’re a regular Greenie, and nothing more has to happen.

Thomas catches up to you once the Gathering is over. “So,” he asks, “what did you think? Are you sufficiently intimidated by our Keepers?”

You laugh at that. “I think Winston did an excellent job with his death stare.”

Thomas nods sagely. “I’ll tell him all his practice paid off. Seriously, though, I’m glad it worked out.”

You smile. “So am I.”

The two of you walk in companionable silence around the Glade, but just as you near a section of the walls, Thomas taps your shoulder, indicating that you should stop.

You frown at him. “What is it?”

Thomas reaches into his belt and pulls out a knife. He hands it to you, jerking his chin towards the wall. “Well, you’re a Glader now, aren’t you? That means you have to officially join our ranks.”

You follow his gaze and realize where you are. The names of all the other Gladers have been carved here, some crossed out, others so old that the edges have been worn smooth. You can see Newt’s slanting script, Minho’s capital letters, Ben’s name, the slash through it still new. And there, just beneath Alby’s name, Thomas’ carving, slightly lopsided but still so perfectly him that you want to smile.

You stare at the knife in your palm, then walk forward, placing the tip of the blade against the wall and beginning to engrave the first letter of your name.

“This is more difficult than you guys made it seem,” you mutter under your breath.

Thomas squints at you. “What?”

You shake your head hastily. “Nothing. Alright, I’m done. What do you think?”

You hand the knife back to Thomas, who takes it with a grin. “Looks nice. Alright, you’re a Glader now.”

“Just like that?” You ask.

“Just like that,” he confirms, “Don’t look so pleased with yourself, I can promise it’s not nearly as fun as you might think.”

You shake your head, smiling to yourself. “I don’t know, I think I’m pretty glad to be here.”

Thomas gives you a strange look, but you don’t bother to explain yourself. After all, how could you possibly put what you’re feeling right now into words? You’re in the Glade, talking casually with Thomas as if it’s nothing at all. Even though you know that danger is looming on the horizon, you couldn’t be happier.

Danger does come, of course, it races towards the Glade at a breakneck pace. You’ve barely been in the Glade for a couple of days before things start going wrong. The Sun disappears, the sky quickly turning a blank gray. You remember that WICKED is letting the place fall apart in the hopes of prodding the Gladers to launch an escape, but the boys don’t know that, and it freaks them out.

It freaks you out too, in all honesty. Once you remember that the Doors are going to stop closing, it hits you that you’re in just as much peril as the rest of them. After all, James Dashner never clarified that you were going to make it out because he never even put you in the story in the first place.

Besides, what if you being here means that more of the Gladers end up dying? You’re going to be taking water, weapons, food away from someone else. You have no guarantee that this will end the same way as the actual book. All of a sudden, messing with the storyline doesn’t sound that great.

Despite your best attempts at secrecy, you must seem fairly nervous, because Thomas approaches you at dinner, casually sliding into a seat next to you. He arches a brow, giving you a once over.

“This is really getting to you, huh?” He asks.

You frown. “What does that mean?”

Thomas shrugs. “You look nervous. I mean, I know things aren’t going well, but you’re going to be alright. I’ll make sure of it.”

He seems so certain of himself. You only wish that you could share in his relentless optimism.

“You don’t know that,” you counter, but Thomas shakes his head.

“I’ll figure something out. That’s what we do around here, I’ve learned that. You still have time to learn it, too.”

You chuckle. “I didn’t realize everyone was so nice to their Greenies. Is there any reason for this, or are you just a natural saint?”

Thomas laughs as well. “I have my own reasons, yes. Maybe I like being around you. Is that so surprising?”

You stare at him, then break out into a slow smile. “Not entirely,” you say, and Thomas smiles back at you. Forget the Maze, right now you feel damned invincible.

It doesn’t last, of course. True to the book, the Doors refuse to close, and you’re sunk into a relentless cycle of nights lit by fire, pierced by the screams of boys who are taken by the Grievers and won’t ever come back. Thomas stays by your side, just as promised, but that doesn’t mean that you forget what it’s like to watch someone die before your eyes.

Eventually, though, the time comes to break free, and you do so with a surging confidence unlike anything you’ve felt before. You race into the Maze with the other Gladers, and although the fight to defeat the Grievers long enough to shut it all down is costly, it works. You have your fair share of bloody cuts and stolen breaths, but it is finished at last.

You go through the next bit on autopilot. The Gladers find the wrecked ruin of WICKED, they’re rescued by people who definitely aren’t just another group of WICKED soldiers, and you’re all supposedly free. You have warm food to eat, clean clothes, everything.

What’s more, you have something that you haven’t considered in a very long time:  a way home. Once all of the surviving Gladers sit in a ragged circle, leaning against the walls and each other as they catch their breath at last, a new man walks in. His eyes are beady, reminding you of a rat, and he eyes you with an odd smile.

“Miss Y/N?” He asks, regarding you with the deliberate air of someone who thinks themselves much too clever, “Would you like to go back to your world?”

Instantly, all conversation comes to a screeching halt. You can feel the weight of the Gladers’ stares pressing in around you. They’re all aware that you came here from somewhere else, but the option of going back was never even remotely feasible, so none of you considered it at all. Now, though? It looks like that’s a definite possibility.

You swallow hard, fighting to get the words out through a suddenly dry throat. “What? How would that even work?”

The man shrugs, tapping idly on a portable screen in front of him as if multiversal travel is the least of his concerns at the moment. “We can get you a Flat Trans. It wouldn’t be hard.”

He glances around at the Gladers, as if suddenly aware of the growing tension rattling throughout the room. “Take a few minutes to make your decision, of course. I’ll be waiting.”

He settles himself into a chair in a corner of the room, and you are left to determine your future in a matter of minutes.

Thomas, who has been sitting next to you, turns to you with a desperate stare. “Are you going to do it?”

You shake your head slowly. “I have no idea. I don’t know what to think.”

He nods mechanically. “Well, from what you’ve told me, it sounds like a really good place. No Mazes, you know.”

You laugh weakly. “Yeah, no Mazes. That’s a really great selling point.”

Thomas’ eyes fly up to meet yours. “Does that mean you’re leaving?”

It occurs to you that he is terrified of the choice you’re going to make. Thomas’ entire being is turned towards you, both deeply afraid of your answer and unable to live another second without knowing.

A thousand thoughts race through your mind. Memories, inside jokes, laughter, all occuring in your world. Your best friend, your parents. Going to your favorite classes at school, bemoaning the worst ones. Taking walks outside, marveling at the fresh air. Spring flowers, in bloom and gone within a week. Your entire life has happened there, all except the last few weeks.

All that, and yet, when you think of all the times you had been purely happy, when you had been living, really living, the kind you hear about in books but never get to experience for yourself, it all happened here, in the Glade. You have never felt anything like this world, and if you leave now, you know for a fact that you never will.

So, you stand up and clear your throat. The ratlike man in the corner nods at you, putting down his portable screen for the first time since he showed up.

“Well?” He asks, tone so casual despite the fact that your entire life is at stake. “What’ll it be?”

Thomas’ eyes are wide as he stares at you, like he can’t bear to drag his gaze from you. You can tell from the hunch of his shoulders that he’s certain what you’re about to say, that you’re going to leave him once and for all, never to return again. It’s a shame, then, that you’re about to prove him wrong.

“I’m staying,” you say, and you don’t know that any words have ever felt so right.

The man nods. “Alright, well, don’t say we never tried. I hope that you made the right choice.”

Looking over at Thomas, whose entire face has lit up, you know for certain that you have. You sink back down to the floor, and Thomas leans closer, unable to stop a smile from growing across his face.

“Really?” He asks, delighted, “you’re not going to go?”

You smile back at him. “Why would I? I have all I need right here. What, are you sad you couldn’t get rid of me quite yet?”

Thomas grins. “Not exactly.”

To explain himself, he closes the distance between the two of you at last and kisses you. A storm of fireworks goes off in your chest, a thousand shades of colors you’ll never be able to describe again. Just like that, you’re living. Just like that, you have never been happier.

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I was thinking about the Fate, Fate+ Tours and their Lore and made these. I know they're not that good, but I'm trying to get better. 🦇🖤🤍

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A Christmas Surprise

Word Count: 4,078 Demetri x reader x Felix Oneshot Warnings: Fluff, NSFW

Hey boo 🥰 could I request an either Felix or Demetri (whichever you think it fits better) story with the Christmas prompts 5, 6, 22? You can either write them all or choose one of the three. For @volturiwolf​

Love you 😍💜💖✨

Demetri and Felix had been friends for centuries and had shared many things over the years so they weren’t overly surprised when they discovered that they were to share a mate. “Fate works in mysterious ways” Marcus mused aloud as he watched the mate ties form between Demetri and Y/N and Felix and Y/N. He noticed that the friendship bond between the two males had not changed but wondered if it would over time.

“Hello, I’m Demetri and this is Felix” Demetri introduced himself and his friend “Hello, Demetri, Felix. I’m Y/N and it’s nice to meet you” She replied with a smile “The pleasure is ours darling” Demetri replied with a smile of his own. Felix smiled and nodded, staying back a little as to not scare her as he towered over her.

They gave Y/N a partial tour of the castle on their way up to the elite guard floor, having decided that Y/N would share Demetri’s room with him as he was less intimidating than Felix and his room was furthest away from the twins.

“I’m glad it’s you I have to share her with” Demetri said to Felix as they stood in the doorway of the tracker’s room, watching her as she slept in his bed “Me too. I couldn’t imagine having to deal with this with anyone else.”  

Y/N found it strange that she was the only person in the castle mated to two vampires “To be honest, you’re the only person I know in and out of the castle to have two mates” Marcus told her after she paid him a visit to discuss her concerns and to ask for advice. “It feels weird to have two boyfriends…or mates as you call them” She said, concern clear in her eyes. “Trust them, they have been friends for nearly a thousand years and they work well together too. When they have found themselves in a fight they are synchronised in their movements, always having each other’s backs. It’s the reason we get them to train the lower and transitory guards” Marcus replied softly “They sound like they’re doing ok on their own, you sure they need me, a third wheel?” She chuckled “You my dear are not a third wheel. Demetri and Felix are best friends, nothing else. They are mated to you and you alone…” “You mean they’re not mated to each other? I’m the only one with two mates?” Marcus nodded “Yes, that’s correct. Like I said trust them, they will help you work this out” She nodded “Thank you.” Marcus and Y/N sat in comfortable silence as he watched her think about their conversation.

Y/N settled into the castle easily, being made to feel welcome by everyone, although there were two exceptions “They don’t like anyone really” Jane said as she pointed over at the couple in question. Jane and Alec liked Y/N as she was the only person closest to their age in the castle and got to know her well seeing as they all shared the top floor of the castle’s South Wing.

Y/N found the differences between Demetri and Felix interesting and soon realised why fate had given her both of them. She filled in the gaps of each vampire; she really was the other half of their souls. They completed her too and the three shared common interests despite the large age gap between them.

“Penny for them” Demetri’s voice pulled Y/N out of her thoughts “Oh, I was just thinking how much my life has changed this year…I mean eight months ago I didn’t even know you or Felix or that vampires actually exist” She replied and smiled up at him, he smiled back at her. “My life has changed enormously since meeting you and I couldn’t be happier because I finally have my mate by my side” “Even though you have to share me?” She asked and he chuckled “Yes, even though I have to share you” He placed his hands on her face and leant down, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. A soft sigh slipped out and he smiled against her mouth “I love you” He whispered and kissed her again. “I love you too” She pulled him down beside her and climbed onto his lap, her fingers moving through his hair as the kiss deepened. He growled low when she gave his hair a gentle tug, a soft chuckle filled the air at his reaction. 

“Do you celebrate Christmas?” Y/N asked curious and Felix nodded “Here at the castle, Christmas is very different from what you’re used to” “How so?” “The Kings throw a party every year on Christmas Eve, this is the start of our time off…” “You get time off for Christmas?” Y/N cut him off, excitement clear in her eyes. He chuckled “Yes, three days to be exact, the 25th to the 27th we return to work on 28th. The Kings love Christmas and it gives them time off too. We have blood bags delivered courtesy of Heidi’s doctor friend that we drink Christmas Eve. We also have Christmas dinner with Gianna in the Ballroom, she eats a Christmas meal whilst we drink more blood. Then there’s games and dancing and this year you’ll get to be apart of that. Oh and we also celebrate New Year’s Eve and get the 1st off too” “Wow” Y/N’s surprise made him laugh. “You’ll notice the Christmas trees going up soon, one in the throne room, one in the Ballroom and one in the family room. Gianna has a smaller one in reception that she decorates herself” “Do you guys swap presents?” She asked and he nodded at her again “Yes, we do. Demetri and Gianna organise Secret Santa for those who want to take part. The mated couples buy for each other obviously and Demetri buys a little something for me, Heidi and the twins and I buy for Demetri and the twins.” Y/N smiled “It’s nice that you celebrate Christmas all together like a family” He pulled her in close to him before speaking “Now that Demetri and I have found you, our family is a little more complete and we will be spoiling you” He tapped her nose gently and smiled down at her.

It had been snowing for a few days and Y/N was looking forward to a white Christmas “It snows every year for a few weeks at least” Felix explained from his seat on the sofa. “It’s a blizzard outside, so it looks like we’re stuck together for a while, and we have to keep warm” Y/N said turning away from the window with a soft sigh, hands rubbing up and down her arms.

Demetri casts her a smirk, giving her a suggestive wink. “I might have a few ideas, darling” He begins. Y/N raises an eyebrow at him, taking a step towards him. “Do tell” She murmured, leaning forward a little. Demetri’s smirk grows wider as he moves to stand in front of her, reaching out with one hand to stroke the side of her face. “Mm, well cara mia…nothing gets the blood pumping like a good romp between the sheets” He whispers, his eyes holding Y/N’s captive.

Seeing the blush reddening her cheeks, Felix chuckles, nodding in agreement. “Definitely one of the better ways to keep warm, for sure” He says with a smirk of his own before moving to lock Demetri’s door.

Demetri leant down and captured her lips in a soft kiss, a sigh slipped out and he smiled against her mouth before kissing her again, a little harder this time. She allowed him to deepen the kiss after feeling him bite her lower lip gently. Her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the base of his neck, a low purr left his lips and it was her turn to smile.

Felix moved to stand behind her, his hands moving up and down her arms before unzipping her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Felix left a trail of kisses down her neck and along her shoulders, his hand trailing gently down her arms leaving little goosebumps as he went. Y/N felt Demetri’s cold hands rest on her hips as he pulled her into him more, soft moans leaving them both as the kiss grew more heated. Y/N could feel Demetri’s erection as she was pressed up against him and this only added to her arousal, the scent of which Demetri and Felix picked up on. “I think our human is in the mood to keep warm” Felix’s voice was low “I agree” Demetri replied as Felix walked over to the bed.

Demetri picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist “Good girl” He praised and walked over to the bed, where he laid her down gently. She was still in his arms with her legs wrapped around him. “I want a taste D, before you get her blood pumping” Felix said as he breathed in her scent. Demetri nodded and unwrapped her legs from his waist and moved to lay next to Y/N as Felix got into position. “Please don’t rip those” Y/N nodded down at her lace panties. Y/N felt Felix’s fingers stroke her once through her panties before he removed them, throwing them aside carelessly. He lowered his head, his lips closing around her clit sucking gently, a soft moan left her lips causing him to smile against her before he sucked a little harder. He slipped a finger inside her, moving in and out of her slowly as he continued to suck and lick her clit. A few gentle thrusts later he added a second finger, this causing Y/N to writhe a little. Demetri chuckled and moved a hand to her hip to hold her in place “You enjoying Felix being down there?” His voice low in her ear and she nodded before turning her head to kiss Demetri.

Felix removed his fingers from Y/N but before she could protest she felt his tongue delve deep inside her, licking her, tasting her “Ahh” She breathed out against Demetri’s lips as Felix’s tongue continued its assault inside her, swapping from slow deep thrusts to quick flicks against her inner walls. Demetri broke the kiss to allow her to breathe and watched as his friend bought their mate closer to her release. Felix’s fingers teased her clit, circling and pinching the bundle of nerves. “Felix” She moaned his name as she came, her warm sweet release coating his tongue and he lapped up her release eagerly, enjoying the taste of his mate. He moved up the bed and kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his tongue, soft sighs filled the room.

“My turn darling” Demetri said softly as he moved and settled himself between her thighs, Felix moving to lay beside her. Y/N sat up and removed Demetri’s shirt and undid his trousers and watched as Demetri pushed them and his boxers down his legs letting them fall to the floor. She wrapped her warm hand around his cold hard cock and pumped him a few times, Demetri’s head fell back as he enjoyed her warm touch. He opened his eyes to look down at her and she noticed they had darkened a little “See something you want Dem?” Her voice low and seductive, he growled low in response and pressed his lips to hers in a rough kiss. He laid her down and took his cock in his hand guiding himself inside her warm heat and she moaned as he buried himself deep inside her. 

Demetri started with slow, deep thrusts in and out of Y/N wanting to take his time with her and felt her warm hands make their way up his arms to his shoulders, nails lightly scratching the back of his neck. A low guttural moan left him as one hand came up to rest against her neck. She scratched him again and felt him apply a little pressure to her throat, chocking her a little “Remember our safe word?” She nodded before she pressed her lips to his.

He continued to thrust in and out of her, sinking inside her deeper when she wrapped her legs around him “Dem” “Y/N” They breathed out together as he hit that spot inside her over and over. He felt her walls flutter around his cock and knew she was close to her second orgasm. “You need to cum darling?” “Y-yes…bite me…please” Demetri smiled at her then kissed her softly before leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw. She turned her head to give him better access to her neck and felt him kiss her pulse point, breathing in her scent at the same time. He bit down and took a few gulps of her blood and moaned at the taste of her blood on his tongue. Y/N felt the knot break the moment he bit her “Ahh…Dem” Her warm release coated his cock as her walls clenched around him bringing him closer to his climax. He gave her a deep, rough thrust before emptying himself deep inside her as he continued to drink from her. “I love you” He continued moving in and out of her as they rode out their highs together. He licked the wound shut and kissed the spot he had bitten, smiling at his mark on her neck “I love you too cara mia” Demetri replied.

Demetri rolled off her and laid beside her, her lying in the middle of her two mates. He rolled her onto her side so she was facing him “Enjoy that darling?” “Obviously handsome” She placed one hand on his cheek and kissed him “Good because I enjoyed that very much” He held her against him as Felix covered them with the duvet and moved closer to Y/N “Feeling warm?” He whispered “Yes Fe” She replied low. “You warm enough Dem?” “Yes mi amore” His hold tightening on her. “Felix?” Demetri asked and Felix shook his head “I don’t think I’m warm enough…yet” “You’ll warm up quicker if you remove your clothes” She looked at him over her shoulder and he nodded.

Felix got off bed and stripped, using his vampire speed to his advantage before climbing back in bed naked. He moved closer to Y/N again and wrapped one arm around her, her back pressed against his chest. “I love how warm you feel” She felt his breath on the shell of her ear before he gently nipped it. “Me too” Demetri agreed smiling.

A week before Christmas Demetri had to leave for a mission, Alec accompanying him. “You’ll miss our first Christmas” Y/N’s voice was low and full of emotion as her eyes filled with tears. Demetri felt his heart break a little knowing that he was the reason his mate was upset. “I know and if I could stay here with you, believe me darling I would but I have to go away. I promise to make this up to you when I return” He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her softly before deepening the kiss, pouring his love for her into the kiss. He pulled away to allow her to breath and rested his forehead to hers “I love you more than anything in this world and I will miss you terribly whilst I’m away” “I love you too Dem, so so much and I’ll miss you too” She couldn’t help the tears that fell and he wiped them away with his thumbs “Please don’t cry darling” He held her against him, stroking her hair as he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. 

Felix entered Demetri’s room and moved to stand behind Y/N “She’ll be ok. I’ll take great care of her, I promise. I’ll make sure she enjoys Christmas” His voice too low for Y/N to hear and Demetri nodded “I know.” Demetri unwrapped his arms from around her as Felix pulled her gently into his arms, holding her close. “He’ll be home before we know it sweetheart” Felix said softly and felt her nod against his chest.

It was well known that Demetri and Y/N shared a deeper emotional connection that Y/N and Felix due to their personalities and who they were. Felix didn’t mind as he knew she loved him as he loved her. He also liked having a different connection with her, one that was more light-hearted as this suited the other part of her personality and his.

Heidi and Corin had taken Y/N shopping for a new dress and shoes, Felix’s treat. “Don’t worry about the cost, just have fun and pick up something nice for the party” “But Felix…” “No, don’t argue. Heidi, here’s my card and don’t let her worry about price tags” “Don’t worry Felix, Corin and I will make sure she gets everything she needs” Heidi smiled at him as she took Y/N’s hand in hers and led her out of the room.

Heidi and Corin also picked up new dresses and shoes for the party. “It’s an excuse to dress up and have fun” Corin smiled as she held up a knee-length silver sequin dress to her body “Looks good” Y/N told her with a smile of her own. Corin bought the dress and a pair of silver stilettos, pleased she found something so quickly. Heidi chose a full length emerald green dress and black stilettos. “That dress really suits you Heidi” Corin complimented her, Y/N nodded in agreement.

Christmas Eve arrived and the castle was buzzing with excitement for the annual Christmas Eve party. Y/N was excited to attend her first party at the castle but nervous in case Felix didn’t like the dress she had bought. Y/N got ready in Heidi’s room as the vampire had offered to do her hair and make-up.

Y/N put on the soft pink full length dress and silver stilettos, the floor to thigh split showing off one leg as she moved around the room. Heidi and Corin both whistled at her “Damn you look hot! It’s a good thing we’re both taken” Heidi winked at her and Y/N felt her cheeks warm with a blush “Thank you & you both look amazing” Y/N replied.

Y/N walked into the Ballroom with Heidi and Corin and looked around for Felix. Her eyes found him standing with Jane and Santiago talking and drinking glasses of blood. Felix looked up and over at Y/N the moment he caught her scent “Wow! You look amazing” Y/N took Felix’s undead breath away. She felt her cheeks warm as another blush settled there as she realised all eyes in the room were on her.

Felix and Y/N spent the night talking with their friends, dancing with each other and with their friends. The music quieted as the song came to an end and Felix held her close to him, placing a kiss to her lips. The next song began and Y/N felt someone tap her gently on the shoulder “May I have this dance?” Santiago asked holding his hand out to her, Y/N nodded and smiled “Yes” She placed her hand in his and he led her to an open space on the dancefloor, holding her gently as they danced and twirled to the music. Y/N danced with Marcus next then Matt, followed by Jane. Felix danced with Renata, Jane was next, then Corin and lastly Gianna.

Y/N started feeling tired around midnight “I’m going to say goodnight and head to bed” Y/N said to Felix and their friends “Ok, I’ll walk back to your room” Felix replied “No it’s ok. Stay, have fun and I’ll see you in the morning” She kissed his lips and turned to walk away “I’ll come with you and tuck you in then I’ll come back to the party…maybe” Felix responded.

Felix walked Y/N back to her and Demetri’s shared room and helped her out of her dress and hung it up in her closet. Once she was in her pyjamas she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a long kiss goodnight “I love you Fe” “I love you too sweetheart” He led her over to the bed and tucked her in and gave her one more kiss goodnight, before leaving the room.

The following morning Y/N woke up to find Felix sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace reading a book “Good morning Sweetheart. Sleep well?” “Good morning, kinda. Merry Christmas” She climbed out of bed and made her way over to Felix as she spoke. She took the book from him and climbed onto his lap kissing him “Merry Christmas” He kissed her soundly on the mouth, his hands coming to rest on her lower back holding her closer to him, both of them moaning onto the kiss.

Felix and Y/N were in the ballroom with the rest of the castle celebrating Christmas but she couldn’t help feeling down because Demetri wasn’t there with them, wasn’t there with her.

“Surprise!” Demetri called out as he entered the Ballroom, Y/N spun around at the sound of his voice and a look of shock crossed her face. “Merry Christmas my darling” He held his arms out to her “You’re home!” She called out and ran towards him. He caught her easily in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist “As if I’d miss spending Christmas with my favourite person” He replied and buried his head in the crook of her neck, taking in her scent. “I’ve missed you Demi” She whispered in his ear “I’ve missed you too darling” His reply muffled.

“What about me?” Felix asked “What about you?” Demetri replied with a smirk, Y/N chuckled “Charming, I’m only your best friend” “Fe, I have spent hundreds of Christmas’ with you, this is my first with Y/N, let me enjoy it…please” “Fine” Felix mumbled and walked away. “Hey! Don’t pout we’ve had time together the past six days whilst he’s been away, including attending the party last night” Y/N called out over her shoulder. “I know. I’m just upset that he hasn’t missed me” Felix replied. Demetri sighed “Give me a minute then I’m all yours darling” He whispered in her ear and she nodded. He put her down and walked over to Felix “Fe, my dear friend…” He wrapped his arms around him for a hug “…Oh how I have missed you” Demetri’s tone teasing but it seemed to satisfy Felix all the same “Thank you, that’s all I wanted. I missed you too D.”

Y/N chuckled at her mates and watched as Demetri made his way back over to her, his hands instantly going to her waist. He pulled her into him and kissed her passionately, her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed herself into him. Y/N heard the low purrs rumbling through Demetri and she smiled into the next kiss. “How about we go upstairs and swap presents mi amore?” Demetri said, his grip on her tightening a little and she nodded “Love too and it means I get you all to myself” She smiled before kissing him again “That’s the plan mi amore.”

Felix watched as Demetri and Y/N left the ballroom and smiled “Have fun you two” He called out “We will” Demetri called back and placed a hand on the small of Y/N’s back. “You don’t mind that they’ve gone off without you?” Jane asked curious “No, I’ve had six days alone with her and got to celebrate our Christmas Eve with her. It’s only fair for them to have time alone and to spend their first Christmas Day together” He replied “That’s nice of you and it proves that Fate made the right choice giving you both a mate to share” Jane responded with a smile “Yea, I don’t think I could share a mate with anyone but D. And anyway the three of us get to see in the New Year together, not to mention we have an eternity’s worth of Christmas’ to share too.”

Marcus had seen and heard the conversations that took place upon Demetri’s return and smiled to himself, happy that he was right, happy that the two vampires had figured out how to share a human mate without jealousy getting in the way. He was also pleased that Felix and Demetri had remained best friends too and had noticed that Y/N being in their lives had strengthened their friendship bond too.

[gingerbreadmonsters]

hi friend!! i found u thru obey me and ive read most if not all of ur works in that fandom and loved every one!!! i see ur talking about something else that makes u super happy, i think redacted asmr is how u tag it?? it makes me super happy that u love it sm, but i know nothing abt it!!! :( if u have the time and energy to spare, would u be willing to tell me more about it :D?

lots of love for u and i hope u have a wonderful wonderful rest of ur day!!

ok darling i am back!! full of delicious breakfast and ready to go!! (do not mention that it is 1:45pm)

OBEY ME!! i took a bit of a break from logging in while i had exams but i'm getting back into the habit now, and let me tell you i am LOOKING at the monster outfits...... yum 🤩🤩

i generally do a pretty shite job of explaining, as you can see in this ask, so i'll have another stab at it:

"redacted asmr" is a youtube channel run by this guy called erik, and is essentially a collection of audios describing the lives of various people who live in a universe similar to ours, except that they have magic! each audio is focused around a particular character (e.g. "sweet werewolf" asher, "flirty vampire" vincent, "tsundere fire elemental" damien) voiced by erik, speaking to the listener, and the vast majority are romance-oriented (i.e. the character falling in love with you, the listener), although that's not true for some.

seeing as all twenty-something boys probably aren't all going out with the same listener (unfortunately, there's just not enough hours in the day!), they each have a particular nickname for you, which lets us distinguish between the different listeners a bit more easily.

(e.g. david calls his listener "angel'", and geordi calls his listener "cutie" - the two listeners are technically both you, the real person listening to the audio, but within the redactedverse, they're two separate people in two separate places with two separate boyfriends. this is the case for virtually all of the boys, except for the ones that i'll affectionately call the DAMN gang: gavin, lasko, damien, huxley, and caelum. all of them have the same listener, called "freelancer" - well, gavin calls them "deviant" but he's still talking to the same person, yk?)

the audios technically function on their own, but put them all together and you get this incredible connected universe that's still ongoing! we get new audios every tuesday and saturday (or monday and friday for patreon subscribers), with an 18+ BA (stands for bonus audio, and is basically a soundgasm audio with one of the boys - i think last month was aaron, and the month before was sam) once a month on patreon 🥰 we're currently in the throes of hot boi summer 2022 (fun and spicy audios for the whole month of june), and let me tell you it is GOOD hehe 😈😈

the wonderful @softredrobin made an EXCELLENT graphic for first-time listeners, because the long list of potential audios can be very intimidating when you're trying to choose which character to start with - you can find that here 😍

or if you'd prefer to listen to all of the boys in a semi-chronological order, @obsessedwvampbois has put together a suggested order for that - you can find this incredible labour of love here! it was made in january, so more audios (plus another character or two) have since been released, but this is still a very comprehensive and useful list for new listeners 💫

as if that wasn't enough, the redacted fandom really is a lovely bunch - the official discord, the ao3 tag, and the tag here on tumblr are PACKED with amazing, incredible people and their gorgeous creations! any list i make would be FAR too short, but might i point you in the direction of some of my gorgeous mutuals?

when i joined the fandom a few months ago, i was in AWE of the writers - you HAVE to be following @/ejunkiet, @/sealriously-sealrious, @/solclaw, @/dominimoonbeam, @/romirola, @/lovelylonerliterature, @/onesmallcentury, @/starlitangels, @/glassbearclock....... there are a LOT more, but if you're looking for somewhere to start, you'll DEFINITELY find what you're looking for here 🥰🥰🥰

and the ART!! don't even get me STARTED!! again, there are far too many incredible artists for me to list here, and they literally NEVER miss?? like?? they just... cannot miss?? @/slushrottweiler-blog, @/softredrobin, @/palilious, @/sri-rachaa..... again, this is not a comprehensive list and i'm sure i'm missing a lot, but i think about these guys (gn) literally all the time

in any case, i rambled a LOT, but i hope this makes it a bit easier, darling anon!! the link to the channel is here, and it's free on youtube so no need to pay or anything - you can listen to everything in its entirety there, with the exception of the nsfw BAs, for which you get a preview but the whole thing is too explicit for youtube's rules, so those go on patreon. i suggest only dipping your toes in when you have a bit of time, though - it's very addictive hehe 🤩💕

[queerdetectiveblue]

The lovely @chroniclesinlacuna let me borrow the amazing detective Dex DiBella 😍 and i wrote a little something for him and Nate!

Prompt: “Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that?” from this prompt list Pairing: Nate x m!detective (Dex DiBella) Rating: G Summary: after a long day at work, the detective finds a little surprise in his home

It was one of those days, that everything you did turned the opposite of what you wanted and you just wished the day to finally end. You just want to go home, grab something to eat, and go to sleep. And maybe cuddle up with your tall vampire boyfriend, if you were lucky.

Oh, and Dex was, he was really damn lucky.

As soon as he set foot inside the building, he was greeted by the smell of home cooking meal and pleasantly surprised by the aroma actually coming off of his apartment. Was Nate… cooking?

The warmth of his home welcomed him lovingly like the gentle embrace of a lover, and Dex’s tension melted away at the sign of him, working comfortably in Dex kitchen, brown hair tied in a messy bun exposing the nape of his neck invitingly.

Nate heard him, of course he did, but there was a certain playfulness in letting Dex sneak up on him to wrap his arms around his waist, to bury his face into the warm crook of his neck, drowning in the sweet, intoxicant scent of Nate’s cologne.

Nate chuckled, the sound rumbling against Dex’s chest, and Dex was tempted to just stay in there forever basking in his warmth, and in the pure sense of love radiating from him. He could if Nate let him.

“Hello, my dear. How was your day?” Nate’s long fingers enclosed his, and Dex grumbled against his skin in response. He left a little kiss there afterward, not wanting the stink of an awful day to break this precious moment between them. “Better if I don’t ask, right?”

“Unless you want to hear about mx Henking ugly cat or miss Cranston cheating husband, then no.”

“If you want to talk about it, I’d happily listen to it, but I can always tell you about my day, instead?”  

Dex hummed approvingly, unable to leave his side, not yet anyway. He moved his face from side to side, caressing Nate’s skin with the tip of his nose, his partner shivering with delight.

“We work in our garden today. Felix was really excited since the tomato plant started giving its first fruit. You know he doesn’t have the patience for taking care of vegetables, but he was happy nonetheless.”

Dex could hear the smile clear on Nate’s voice, his calm tone drawing him in, even more. His body almost melted against him as the last remaining tension vanished away from his shoulders.

“I’ll cook you a meal with our vegetables in no time.” Dex laughed at the tender promise watching Nate chopping onions with dexterous fingers.   

“The only time I’d eat anything green is if you cook it for me.” Dex was rewarded with a musical laugh and then, a kiss on his cheek, after Nate turned around a little in his arms, the dark chocolate of his eyes shining blissfully, a lone strand of hair curling on his temple.  

“My offer to teach you how to cook still stands, you know.”

“Are you sure you want to risk me burning the kitchen again?” Nate hummed leaving another kiss on Dex’s jaw before returning to his task.

“I hate to ask this, my love, but you will have to let me go before your kitchen gets burned too.”

That got a surprise laugh off of Dex. He gave Nate’s waist a gentle squeeze before letting him go, mumbling an amused ‘sorry’.

Dex found his way to the kitchen island, a careful place vase on top with freshly cut roses waiting for him. He reached out to them, the velvet petals tender below his fingers. He took the time to observe Nate, head resting on his open palm and elbow on the counter, admiring how Nate moved with practical ease and confidence in his environment, how comfortable he looked in Dex’s apartment. Like it was his. Theirs.   

It was, in a way. Nate spent as much time there as Dex in the warehouse and seeing him so at ease in his home, made his poor heart thump a little harder against his ribcage.

“Well, it did help us know the fire alarm works just fine if nothing else.”

It had been a disaster. Dex thought it would be a good idea to prepare breakfast for him and Nate that morning in the warehouse, Felix helped. The slices of fruit were easy, nothing to cook there but then the eggs, Dex forgot them and almost burned the whole thing. Nate’s precious cooking pan ruined by sticky burnt eggs.

Dex shrugged, unable to hide his smile and, at that point, he wasn’t even trying to, “I can always stick to the salad.”

Nate laughed charmingly, with a sort of playfulness twinkling in his eyes, Dex was weak for that sort of look. Soon, his playful eyes were looking down at the vegetables in the pan, the rebellious strands of hair slipping away from his bun to frame his temple in a way that had Dex fingers twitching with urgency. The urgency to reach out to caress his beautiful face and kiss the tip of his nose, to thank him for his company, for making his life a bit brighter, sweeter.

A long lock escaped its confinement just as Nate was making his way to the kitchen counter, vegetables deliciously cooked ready in hand, and Dex couldn’t resist it anymore. He went over there, the counter between them but that didn’t stop him from reaching out Nate’s face, calloused fingers making contact with silk-soft hair, Nate’s warm brown eyes finding his in a smile.

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that?” Dex’s voice was as soft as his fingers tracing the lobe of Nate’s ear after carefully placing the loose hair behind it. His partner sighed contentedly leaning into the touch like his caress was the most precious of things. It was for Dex. Nate was.

And in the warmth of his home and the delicious meal cooked with nothing but love and affection, Dex knew he was really damn lucky. 

[pleasereadmeok]

What was I saying about season 3 not being so much of a rollercoaster for Matthew Clairmont?  Well I take it all back coz in the first episode of the season Matthew is faced with - 

Em’s death and the violation of Sept Tours by Knox  

The fact that they are expecting TWINS!  

The vampire murders in Oxford

A tricky reunion with Marcus - who Matthew assumes has made an omnishambles of being ‘Grand Master’ coz he’s all 😍 for Phoebe. CHRIST MARCUS!!!

Marcus confronting him about hiding his blood rage

Emily’s funeral 😢

The usual confrontation with Baldie and the fact that his bro seems to have changed into an entirely different person 🤔

The family dinner from hell

Admitting he has a secret, evil, son. 😱

Moving to London

Reuniting with his dead brother’s mate, 🎶 Fernando 🎶

A touch of the green eyed monster about Chris, compounded by the indignity of being referred to as Diana’s ‘boyfriend’. 

Admitting to Chris, a mere human, that he’s a vamp’.  Oh and that creatures are facing extinction.   Oh and please can they find a cure for blood rage?  

So by anyone’s standards that’s A LOT.  But hey - this is just another normal few days for our vampy Prof.    Apart from a few spicy moments, Matthew deals with all of it without flying into a full blown blood rage so ... is that ‘growth’?

Matthew Goode as Matthew Clairmont in  ‘A Discovery of Witches’ season 3.  Goode rewatch Week 49. 

📷 adow s3:01 my edit

[somedaytakethetime]

Omg I’m sorry, I thought this was probably a hard move. All the farewell posts and stuff were so emotional too but Kasper also seems very eager for his new club and excited for the new country but he really should invest in some sun protection the sun burn he had looked painful. 😳 I hope hes fine to play the next matches.

I think its so cute how so many of the danish players are at their clubs in pairs or more! Brentford lost Chris but immediately got a new danish player Mikkel Damsgaard, a winger with a cute face. 😊 And Jens Larsen, Stryger ( I get so confused with there names!) went to the turkish club of Andreas Cornelius and now they are total danish boyfriends there. 😍 Simon doesnt have any danish peers at Milan but I think he’s fine anyway, I saw him play in one of the test matches and he almost scored! He looks soo handsome since he shaved the viking beard off and now only has the stubble and the long blond hair I’m in love. 😍

I dont understand this stupid transfer period tho, it doesnt end until a few weeks into the new season and I wish theyd close the market sooner, theres still too much moving around for my taste not to mention all the stupid rumors. 😕 Apparently some English club whos clearly on drugs wants to buy Sandro, I think it was Arsenal, This is absolutely ridiculous and not happening ofcourse but just in case some shit like this ever went down I’ll be prepared, valid passport ready, police grade handcuffs and the biggest iron chain that Arsenal or any other club has ever seen, to capture Sandro and chain ourselves to their Milanello training facility. If any one wants to take him away from Milan its over my dead body! ⚔️ This is obviously a joke but I also mean it! :D And I know its for a reason but Paolo is literally renting out his child for money which would be absolutely terrible in any other context. 😆😆 Atleast he made a deal without a purchase option for Spezia or whatever there name is, because I like Dani so much and I want him back!

The MLS italians are fine, Insigne was injured for a while but should be back by now and Chiellini is just having a chill time I think. 😄 LAFC are doing well tho. Enjoy your weekend with all the matches (I hope they will all be enjoyable)! x

~S.A.

It was all the fans and social that had me SOBBING!! Leicester's account nearly ended me, I was sobbing for nearly an hour it was a mess. I get really emotional really easily I need to add 😂 He does!! He's so burnt bless him, my poor baby was so red 😭

My Danes scatter themselves all over the place and I get lost over where they end up most of the time 😅 And some of them betray me like Nissen going to Leeds... 😒 I'm so happy Simon shaved... I was so not into that fungi bush attached to his face. I still miss his little Prince Swoopy Hair (the same way I miss Kasper's too) but as long as that messy bush is gone I'm content. 😌

This whole transfer season has not been a sea of clownery it's also been stressful to the max. The twists and turns, the whole mess happening everywhere... I'm praying for September just so all of this can be over. I keep wondering what the clubs will look like by then 😶

Glad to know our old vampire is doing well, I like seeing Chiello happy 😌 Poor little Insigne though, I hope he recovers quickly! Good luck to the MLS clubs, I hope our Italians have a good season!! 🍀

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Our vampire boyfriend 😍

Sebastian with scarves