#saw them sometimes but had nobody to explain what the hell they were so he just. ignored them

[bugcatcherkit]

me every single day: guys he didn’t know what a spirit actually was. Guys he didn’t know what an exorcism was

[notsodelirious]

Can you do Jason Todd and reader who is losing their hearing? You can do some nsfw too. 🙃

walk of shame to present you with a fic a month late — hi!

synopsis: You forget to disclose a minor disability and the mission goes a little awry

notes: SFW if a little suggestive sometimes

tags: crime boss Jason, goon!reader, hearing loss, gun fights, heists (gone wrong), pre-relationship, abt 1.2k words, GN!reader

this is actually the second version of my response to this ask because I didn’t like how soft Jason was in the first but I will be posting the other one too

also shout out to my friend who put up with all my questions about being HoH

here’s my masterlist!

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“What the fuck was that?”

You glared silently, sprawled on your chair, eyes moving back and forth as they tracked your boss pacing in front of you.

The room was cold, damp, and the vague smell of mould permeated the air, thick and sour. Dubbed the ‘oops box’—unfairly jovial name for such a depressing room.

“Somebody could have been killed.”

A failed bust.

Red Hood had laid out a detailed plan, had painstakingly explained how three of you would infiltrate the warehouse and cause just enough of a commotion for more to attack from the front and a third group to take Sionis’ guns and book it. The getaway driver had an escape route, the runners had targeted crates, the entire plan was foolproof.

But maybe you were a bigger fool than Hood had anticipated.

You had been one of the infiltrators—small and nimble, you were by far the best shot in Red Hood’s entire gang and he knew that. Had the plan called for it, he would have just left you on a rooftop somewhere to snipe down enemies.

But down in Gotham Harbour, there was no cover, so you were thrown into the fray.

He’d been so confident you could handle it.

And at first you had, so perfectly, slipping in so casually and unnoticed that nobody blinked twice at the new body stood amongst them, so clearly one of them that they didn’t question it until one of the guards was bleeding on the floor, a bullet lodged in his skull.

All hell broke loose after that.

You took out three more men before Red Hood dropped from the ceiling and the true massacre started, gunshots resonating throughout the entire harbour, shaking your bones, making your jaws clatter.

It was so loud.

Loud and painful.

That’s the reason you gave yourself for not hearing Hood’s barked command before he disappeared.

You didn’t have time to stop and wonder what he said—you were being shot at, somebody was yelling in the comm in your ear, your entire skeleton felt like it was about to buzz out of your skin.

You had to survive first.

You stumbled behind a stack of crates, avoiding the gunfire, when you saw another one of Hood’s men, Dan, dash for the exit.

That couldn’t have been right—there were still another 3 minutes left to load the truck. You didn’t mean to make eye contact with Dan, but your confusion was no doubt plastered all over your face.

His head snapped back to the exit before his shoulders dropped, and he ran back towards you.

He crumpled to the ground before he could reach you, when a bullet struck him in the shoulder.

You didn’t hesitate to rush to him, dragging him away from the fray, mentally apologising when he whined pathetically, like a dog, as you jostled him.

Red Hood appeared beside you, picking Dan up by the scruff of his jacket, leaving you to stumble as you overcompensated, and he hauled your injured teammate to the back of the truck.

Under a rain of bullets, you clambered into the truck’s container, the engine roared to life as soon as Hood slapped the wall.

The dread began to grow as the gunshots grew fainter. Silence heavy and suffocating—you ignored the harsh whispers and worried glances as some of the men tried to tend to Dan.

All you could focus on instead was the sharp ringing in your ears and your boss’ glare.

“Dan nearly lost his fucking arm because you can’t listen!��� he slammed his gloved hands into the table before you, making it shriek and rattle.

“What the actual fuck were you thinking! No, because you actually weren’t thinking, were you! You stupid ass idiot when I tell you to do something, you do it!”

He shoved the table—you caught it before it could slam into your ribs.

“You’re an insubordinate, fucking *moron-*!”

“I didn’t fucking hear you!”

Red Hood paused in his step. He turned to you slowly, empty eyes staring far past your soul.

“… say to me?”

“I didn’t fucking hear you,” you mumbled as you glared at him before rubbing your eyes—you hadn’t even been sure there was anything to hear.

Until Dan had gotten a bullet to the shoulder, and you came to the conclusion of escape yourself. So-

Red Hood circled back to you, resting his hands against the tabletop, gently.

He stared at you.

You frowned as you glanced around—what was he waiting for?

You nearly leapt out of your skin when you heard the *click* and hiss of the helmet being undone, and dropped unceremoniously on the table. And oh… the boss was awfully pretty.

You shook your head, distracted by sharp cheekbones and a strong nose and pretty sea green eyes.

“I said,” your eyes snapped down to his lips, following their movement as he spoke slowly, “Repeat that.”

“I didn’t hear your order… sir,” you admitted softly, tacking on the formality at the end—which felt almost wrong if not for habit. The boss looked young—younger than you, even if by just a couple of years.

“Why?”

You shrugged. You just didn’t.

You crossed your arms as you stared up.

“It was loud.”

“Dan… me.” Your eyebrows scrunched.

“What?”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“You keep fucking mumbling!”

“How the fuck did we go this long and nobody noticed!”

“Because you’re always fucking yelling, boss!”

Hood took a step back as you slumped back into your chair, huffing softly, looking away pointedly.

You startled when gloved fingers grabbed your jaw, jerking your head back so you were looking at Hood.

“Don’t ignore me,” he growled, grip tight on your face. You glared but eventually nodded as best you could—not that you had much of a choice, your face being held by a man who could easily snap your neck.

“When did this start?”

You shrugged.

“Do you know any sign language?”

You shook your head.

He sighed and dropped your face, pinching his nose bridge, leaving you to work out the kinks in your jaw—honestly rude of him to leave you so turned on in the middle of an interrogation.

“Here’s what’s happening,” he said after making sure your eyes were on him, “I’m teaching you sign, I’m teaching you to lip read properly—catch you slacking in either of those things, you’re out.”

“Yes, boss.”

“I’m talking to Leslie about hearing aids and proper ear protection—you’re *all* getting a lecture on this.”

You rolled eyes—and this was your fault; as if it was your fault your father hadn’t told you about ear protection when he taught you to shoot at the tender age of 10.

Hood caught your face again, grip viper-like as he yanked you forward.

“Am I understood?”

“Yes, boss,” you mumbled. He pushed your face away, making your chair screech against the concrete.

“I’ll make sure the other boys know to raise their voices and look at you when speaking,” he said as he reached down to pick up his helmet but didn’t put it on quite yet.

“And you’re picking up Dan’s chores for the weak.”

“Yes, boss.”

He looked you up and down before he unclasped his helmet.

“And you never saw my face.”

You smirked as you rocked back on your chair.

“Yes, boss.”

“Dismissed.”

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other version tomorrow probably idk I don’t exactly have a regular upload schedule

requests are still closed because I have no self control, but here’s my masterlist!

[brights-place]

Ngl i never knew you wrote for my inner demons

Could I request a pierce x daemon reader who was like on earth before he and his friends got there they kinda just live next to ava

He been kinda my favorite besides Rhys

Pierce X Daemos! Reader

Pairings: Pierce X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Cussing, Fight scene, Pierce saying 'yes' A/N: *clears throat* AHEM AHEM! *clears throat again* Yes - Pierce doesn't speak much and it was known it was always hard to get him to speak up. - Noi though would bother pierce sometimes which worked but Noi would ask pierce if he had stories and would tell some when the others weren't around about him and his right hand when they fought in the battlefield - The both of them unstoppable with eachother as Noi would stare with sparly eyes at the blank faced pierce who explained a battle and how the both of them killed most of the defiers of Asch - Noi would ask Pierce questions yet when Noi asked if Pierce missed ‘his partner’ Pierce would say it was weak that he still would care for his dead partner - Noi frowned nodding listening to him as he said that they had to go now and check on Ava

- Pierce and the other daemos creature when they first went to ava's place smelled something familiar a scent of a fellow daemos but they didn't know where - The five of them wanted to investigate it but needed to follow the spirit - They forgot about the scent entirely after a few days and ere adapting with 'Eauarthhhh' - That was until the five of them saw you enter ava's apartment calling out to the girl "Ava wass up girlieeee- What the fuck" Your eyes were wide as they were still in their Daemos clothes as you were hit off the scent of magic and daemos blood as You paled the five of them standing up straight taking out their weapons - Asch eyes widened as leif spoke up "What the hell..." nearly dropping his sickles when recognizing the famillar face of the so called 'Human' - Soon ava came out of her room "(NAME)!" Y/n held eye contact with pierce the whole time as Y/N gave a shaky smiled "I'll come back another time... yeah yeah" - The five of them shared an stared before Asch tried to demand answers to ava who was confused until Rhys spoke up "That Human is-" Rhys got cut off by Pierce "Daemos..." - Ava was confused and denied it saying that you were like any other person - Everytime you tried to visit you felt like you were being watched which you were by the daemos men but mostly Pierce - You were obviously always try hiding beside Ava even though you were taller then her but it was awkward when maintaing eyecontact mostly with pierce - Ava asked pierce to hand you some treats that she made when she larnt how to bake to try do new hobbies so she made cookies and sent pierce off! - Pierce knocked on your door as you stared at him confused "oh- uhm pierce hello!" You welcomed him in with an awkward smile - He kept silent staring you down once he entered and sat on the couch while he sat on the one infront of you quietly - You were freaking the fuck out as he spoke up "You are one of us" you started to freak out more denying everything as he walked over and bent down to your height and held out his sword "How did you get to this place before us?" He questioned as you were waving your hands around telling him to stop - You decided to kick his chest as he was pushed away by the force

- nobody could move general pierce so when he saw you push him away with great strength his gaze hardened "You think I wouldn't have recognized my right hand?" Pierce stated as You looked away as you slowly sighed raising your hands and showing your f/c horns well horn your left horn was damaged and some part was cut off - "Pierce just listen" You started before he darted towards you with his sword "You have betrayed the prince it is my duty to eliminate all betrayers and enemies even if we were close" "I didn't betray you! you fucking left me out on the field!" "We thought you were dead" "WHO THE FUCK LEAVES THEIR PARTNER OUT ON THE FIELD?! WITHOUT CHECKING!" You shouted summoning a bladed fan weapon in both your hands taking a stance. - Your fans were coloured with f/cs and had elaborate patterns that glowed slightly as your horns and eyes glowed with pierces horns and eyes glowed in return

- Pierce glaring at you in return as you flicked your wrists as the fan slowly started to summon razor sharp projectiles to pierce who dodged them and hopped around your apartment the both of you shouting at each other well more like you shouting at him while he was slowly losing his patience - You quickly kick away from his attacks, and as he approaches again, you send your fan flying towards him. He raises his sword to block the attack, but the projectile manages to slip through his defense, scoring a direct hit. The razor sharp projectiles continue to fly through the air, which Pierce is able to dodge, but they still manage to cause several cuts. - "Pierce listen to me ACK- WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU AIM FOR MY NECK ASSHOLE?! I GET YOU LIKED MARKING ME BUT NOT WITH YOUR SWORD- HOLY SHIT WAIT!" You start to shout as he charges forward with his sword before pinning you against the floor the cookies ava got you long gone and probably fucking ruined - "Good job you win... You gonna kill me by hand" You glared at pierce as you stared at your former lover "This is the most I ever got you to speak" You snickered as he hardened his grip onto his sword "Do it" "Don't rush me" You glared up at him as you slightly made eye contact with him eyes softening - You stared at him as he slowly loosened his touch on his sword and laid his head onto your shoulder gripping onto you - As you froze for a moment before you clinged onto him tightly sobbing loudly as he kept quiet only shedding a singular tear as he held onto you in return Im so not sorry for this - Bright

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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[starstruckmoony]

Hello! May I request a muggle AU with Theodore, with this meet-cute prompt: "they're on opposite sides of a wedding party to the bride and groom" (prompt is from @/thewritersafterglow on Instagram). Thank you! I know this request is in good hands :)

aaaaaa thank you anon! <3 this is the first request i've got in a while (again tysm it made me very very happy <3<3) and i had lots of fun writing it so i hope it meets your expectations!

can't help falling in love.

masterlist , requests

pairing - theodore nott x reader

trope/tags - muggle!au, strangers to lovers-ish, fluff (side note - this isn't particularly realistic because i don't really know how weddings work in different parts of the world, so i kind of just went by how they function in my country and some bits and pieces i've managed to pick up from movies and such. i know it probably won't be accurate for everybody but i tried my best LMAO)

word count - 3k

warnings - language, drinking, smoking, cheesy at the end

when you recieved an envelope in your mail one fine morning in late may, you never would have expected it to be an invitation to your primary school classmate's wedding in the english countryside. you could still recall the wonderful memory of choking on your coffee and scaring the life out of your poor cat when you saw her name plastered in big letters in the center of the paper, right below a picture of her and her fiancé. it was a miracle how she remembered you existed. to be frank, you were kind of honoured, and you made sure to confirm your arrival almost immediately. hell yeah, you were coming. free food and alcohol? who in the right mind would pass on that?

so about three months later, sometime in mid-august, you found yourself inside of a crowded venue, sweating buckets in your silky green dress, without a fan, or anybody to keep you company. a few of your old classmates were there too, but not a single one of them bothered to offer you a greeting. what a bunch of arseholes.

you stood leaned against the wall in the very back where there were fewer people, attempting to cool yourself down by fanning the air around you with your hands as you waited for the godforsaken ceremony to finally start. to nobody's surprise, the bride was a little late, and the groom's family was in a mild state of disarray. it was kind of funny, but not as funny as it would have been if you weren't feeling so bloody hot. do they not have air conditioning in here? how do people get married in these conditions? and why does the best man look more terrified than the groom?

the loud sound of somebody's shoes scraping against the tiles right next to you shook you right out of your train of thought, and you placed your hand against your chest in horror, "jesus christ." you muttered under your breath, the unfamiliar man attempting to catch his breath scared the life out of you.

he glanced at you for a split second, appearing rather exhausted (aftermath of sleeping through five alarms and having to run to the venue because his friends were too lazy to wait for him), "sorry." he offered you an apology breathlessly, leaning back against the wall to steady himself. you thought that you were being overdramatic when it came to the heat and the current atmosphere of the wedding, but this man seemed to have surpassed you. he was rather handsome though, despite being drenched in sweat from what you assumed was running, also paired with the humid air inside. his eyes were strangely captivating, and he looked a little too good in that suit of his for it to be considereded legal. were you staring? you were probably staring. you trailed your eyes away, pretending to be entertained by the groom's father who was attempting to explain the situation to the guests. you cursed inwardly, realising that you'd be stuck in there for a long time.

you turned to the pretty guy again, deciding that you should, perhaps, talk to him, "you don't look like you wanna be here." fantastic start. those probably weren't the words he wished to hear in those circumstances, but your observations didn't seem to annoy him at all. he actually chuckled instead, "am i that transparent?"

"quite." you responded a little too nonchalantly than intended, taking a quick glance at the door in hopes that you'll see the bride come in. nope. you returned to your original position. how wonderful that was, more waiting.

"do you have any water in there?" the man spoke again, pointing at the purse you had tucked under your arm.

you took it in your hands and peeked inside, knowing that you most likely wouldn't have what he was asking for, "no," you shook your head, but continued rummaging through it, "i have this, though." you pulled out a tiny bottle of liquor and shrugged before shoving it into his face.

he didn't hesitate to grab it, he would have taken anything that was liquid enough. he drank it all, not that there was much, before handing the bottle back to you with a scowl. he coughed a little as the alcohol burned his throat, and you couldn't help but snort. 

"i don't know how smart that was." it wasn't, really, since it would only dehydrate him more, but it worked for the time being. he coughed again, falling back against the wall, finally able to breathe somewhat normally.

"you'll find out in a few hours," you didn't miss the smile that painted his features, and it encouraged you to carry on, "how do you know the bride... or the groom?" you questioned, wanting to keep the conversation going to kill at least some of the remaining time you had. you were bored out of your mind.

"the groom," he nodded briefly, "we went to college together, funny bloke, he invited me and my two other friends who are... somewhere in here," he stretched his neck as his eyes scanned the crowd for a short moment, "eh, whatever." he shrugged, and then reached into his pocket, but quickly retrieved his hand. it was still empty. you had assumed he reached for a cigarette before he was able to remember where he was.

"you won't go looking for them?" you queried, finding his neutrality over the whole situation slightly bemusing. it wasn't every day that a hot guy like him ditched his friends for you, and it was rather pleasant to think about. he was hoping he wasn't being so obvious about it, but you read him a little too easily.

"what, bored of me already?" he questioned, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"i might be, now that you said that." you scowled in pretend disgust, drawing a breathless laugh from him. you shortly sunk into a not overly uncomfortable silence, both internally debating with yourselves about whether you should keep it going or not. you were kind of drawn to each other, after all. the consequence of attending a wedding without a date must have had an influence on it, you told yourself. he mustered a similar, lame explanation.

"i'm theodore, by the way." he decided to break the ice after a while, and you almost sighed in relief, "y/n." you shook his hand politely.

"nice wedding." he added, his face scrunching at the sight before him. the sarcasm in his tone was obvious.

"delightful, isn't it?" you offered the older lady that passed by you a forced smile, and then eyed her giant pink hat judgementally. you and theodore resembled a mean high school couple who had an opinion on absolutely anyone and everything, just standing there, laughing amongst yourselves and making fun of all the other guests and their stupid pastel outfits. it made sense why your classmates hadn't approached you, but you didn't let them occupy your mind any longer. you found yourself a like-minded companion for the night, one that was ten times funnier, and the prime example of eye-candy.

"imagine she never shows up." theodore said after you shamelessly fed one another with some interesting past gossip about the bride and the groom. judging by what he had told you, those two were a match made in heaven. and you could say that with your whole chest.

"god, don't plant that idea into my head. i spent my last three paychecks on this bloody dress." you snorted, dusting it off when you noticed that it had got a bit dirty.

"it looks perfect on you, though." theodore's little compliment took you off guard, and he must have noticed judging by the way he grinned.

"thanks." you felt yourself blush a little at his comment, and just as you were about to open your mouth to speak again, the bride's mother burst through the door, announcing that her daughter would be there shortly. you exchanged a relieved glance with theodore, fucking finally.

despite the long wait, the ceremony played out quite beautifully. the couple exchanged their vows, humourous and tear-jerking all at once. people laughed, people cried, somebody's baby did both. the best man hadn't forgotten to bring the rings, and the maid of honour looked happier for the bride than the bride. nobody backed out last moment, and nobody objected after the infamous "speak now or forever hold your peace". you left the venue with a smile on your face, pleasantly surprised.

theodore and his friends offered to give you a ride to an even larger venue where the reception was being held after you told them that you had arrived with a cab, and you happily accepted their offer. the two idiots he came with were just as unserious as he was, and you had soon found out that they all attended the wedding with the same intentions as you. eat food, get drunk (and then sleep in the car because mattheo wants to get wasted but doesn't want to run them off the road and kill somebody in the process).

the reception, thankfully, moved a lot faster than the ceremony. by some sheer dumb luck, you had been instructed to sit at the same table as theodore, lorenzo and mattheo. your shitty classmates were there too, so you assumed that the table was designed specifically for that - old friends from school that the newly weds didn't talk to very much, but still liked them enough to invite them.

so, after the grand entrance, loud clapping and cheering, a cute speech from the bride, more clapping and cheering, the best dinner you had had in a while, a few more emotional speeches, and even more clapping and cheering (hollering this time, too), the dj finally showed up. it was the part of the night you had been the most excited for. the first dance was absolutely beautiful and even brought a few tears to your eyes, but god, the moment you heard an onset of lower-than-nightclub-quality music blast from the speakers, your hopes had all gone down the drain.

the dance floor filled up in a matter of seconds, and you had never been more appreciative of the existence of wine. not a single song that was played in the span of fourty-five minutes was your cup of tea. and as different people's requests kept incoming, it only got worse.

theodore seemed to be having the same problem. mattheo too, considering he had about five shots in less than half an hour. lorenzo wasn't doing much better either. he was entertaining himself by making paper planes out of tissue paper and leaving them on the table like a strange art project.

"this music is terrible." theodore's voice was completely drowned out by the godawful sounds coming from the speakers, you couldn't hear a thing he was saying.

"what?!" you shifted a bit closer to him, covering one of your ears with your palm to subdue at least some of the noise.

"i said that this music was terrible!" he tried not to shout, but it would have been impossible for you to comprehend whatever he had said if he hadn't done so. yes, it was fucking awful. many people would disagree, considering how many of them were still on the dance floor, either fully wasted already or slowly getting there. at least the newly weds were having a good time, both slightly tipsy too.

"tell me about it!" you yelled back, rolling your eyes. you considered asking him to accompany you outside, for a smoke or something, though you didn't really need an excuse. anywhere would have been better than in there. but you chickened out before you were able to speak, continuing to sip on your wine in silence. silence, that was funny, mostly because of how unbearably bloody loud the music was.

lorenzo suddenly stood up, and he yelled something into mattheo's ear. the other stared at him in confusion, and then burst out laughing into his face. he turned to you instead, and you saw his lips move, but didn't understand a thing he was saying.

"huh?!" you and theo yelled out in unison, and lorenzo waved his hands dismissively at you, defeated. he pushed his way through the crowd on the dance floor and shuffled over to the dj. he threw an arm around the man, probably trying to make some friendly conversation. they seemed to be getting along.

perfect. you reached for the wine bottle, refilling your glass and taking large gulp. you were hoping that lorenzo had enough charm to sway the dj into playing something else. it took about twenty minutes of insignficant chit-chat for the man to finally nod and give him a thumbs up, and that's then the beginning of dancing queen blessed your tortured ears.

you gasped in shock, immediately getting up onto your feet and latching onto theodore's arm. he didn't really protest when you tugged at his sleeve and pulled him to the dance floor which got even more crowded than it was before. mattheo managed to fall out of his chair, but he followed the two of you and joined you in the mass of people.

"thank me later!" lorenzo yelled your way before a pretty girl grabbed his attention. the night got so much better from then on. the dj appeared to have whipped up a large playlist of abba's work, since the songs were playing one after another, each one bringing your mood up. you had completely blocked out anything that had happened before you heard the tune of the first song, and you had only returned to the table with theodore to refill your glasses before running back to the dance floor.

you couldn't recall the last time you had that much fun, singing your heart out, jumping up and down, showing off some ridiculous moves, letting theodore hold your hand and spin you around. the dj stuck to the same genre for a while, playing old pop songs, keeping everybody on their feet. some of them you didn't know, but you weren't about to sit back down after doing so for almost two hours, so you danced to them too nevertheless.

that is, until your legs started hurting a little too much for it to be tolerable and your throat had got a bit sore from belting several songs with the bride. your head was spinning too, courtesy of having so much wine. theodore took the opportunity to ask you to accompany him outside (because he really needed a cigarette) after some slow tune neither of you were familiar with had been put on.

you nodded your head took a hold of his hand as he led you out the door. you clumsily made your way down the stairs, laughing as you did so. the effects of alcohol were beginning to show themselves.

as fun as it was, getting out of there for a short while was a need. you slumped down onto one of the stone benches placed outside the venue, sighing comfortably as the chilly breeze of the night cooled you down.

you immersed yourself into another casual discussion, not a very significant one, as neither of you could even stand properly for too long without stumbling, but it was nice breather from the wild atmosphere inside. you liked talking to theodore, and even with your clouded thoughts, you knew you'd want to see him again after this. there wasn't a doubt in your mind.

"i thought i'd have to leave early." theodore laughed to himself as he took the last drag from his cigarette, and then tossed the burnt out stub onto the concrete.

"and make me stay here all alone?" you teased, although you probably would have left too if it wasn't for lorenzo and his skillful flirtation tactics or whatever the hell that was.

"who said i wouldn't bring you along?" his response made heat rush to your cheeks, and you put your head down with a breathless chuckle. you were quiet for a moment, trying to recollect your thoughts.

"you know, this might sound a little weird, but," you chewed on the inside of your cheek, not really able to think straight. you were tipsy, after all, "i'm glad i met you today," you tilted your head to the side, drunkenly observing him, "you're nicer than i anticipated." as backhanded as it sounded, that was the best you could do.

it was theodore's turn to blush after you said the words, and it didn't manage to go past you, despite him trying his hardest to hide it.

"yeah, i mean no– it's not weird, i'm uh," he trailed off, contemplating whatever it was that he wanted to say next. honestly speaking, he didn't know how to put it into words, "i'm glad we met too, you're–"

one thing that theodore hated was tripping over his words and not being able to be blunt with somebody he took a liking to, which is why he was so, very grateful to hear elvis' can't help falling in love coming from the inside of the venue.

you looked up at him when you realised which song it was, waiting to see if he'll ask you to dance. and he did, but he didn't lead you back in through the door like you thought he might. you stayed outside in the light wind, slowly swaying to the music, his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck.

you liked it better that way, just the two of you in your own little world with nobody else to disrupt you. you let your head rest on his shoulder, and his grip on your waist tightened just a little bit, like he was making sure you won't leave him. you smiled to yourself, god, that was the last thing you were planning on doing.

[ohdeerfully]

Hi! Can I request Alastor x NonBinary!Reader? Like how would he react/learn about it?

hii sure thing! heres some headcanons! i struggled to write a decent bit because i honestly dont think he would care (or understand) at all, but i hope you like 'em!

Alastor x Nonbinary!Reader

Alastor x Reader (headcanons)

TW: brief mention of transphobia, but nothing upsetting or graphic join my discord!

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Tbh i dont think Alastor really understands the concept of gender outside of male/female

But he would support you either way

Probably finds out through one of the other hotel residents who correct him on a pronoun

Or he saw you looking at your body in the mirror, upset about something

“Why do you look so critically at yourself?”

You hesitated to tell him at first

I mean, he died in the ‘30s. People who died in the modern age are still super transphobic so you were terrified what he would think

You started with explaining how you felt dysphoric sometimes, like things in your body just didn’t fit

He made an awkward comment about how your figure was great, that you were a beautiful (man/woman)

Then you tried to explain how that was the problem, how you didn’t want to be labeled that way

 If you prefer to look androgynous, he would actually surprisingly understand the idea. Sort of. 

“Ah, like Angel Dust! Not an issue, my dear” obviously referring to the male with feminine features

I mean, kind of. Though you preferred not looking one way or another, you could tell he was trying his best to act like he understood

As an overlord in hell, he’s got much bigger things on his mind than worrying about what gender identity somebody else had. It wasn’t that big of a deal to him

Still, he makes sure those around you respect your identity because he knows it’s important to you. Demons in hell can be unnecessarily cruel, so he will hit them back with equal cruelty, either physically or verbally

Nobody can disrespect his partner like that >:(

Definitely the type to say something like “um excuse me she goes by they/them” 

He tries though

if you changed your name, it wouldn't take him long to catch on and kind of just forget your deadname

it isn't uncommon for people in hell to go by a different name, so this wasn't any different

Affirmations go crazy when he notices you feeling particularly bad about your figure

Though, he usually opts to just take you out to get your mind off of it 

He’s not the best at comfort, but you appreciate the gesture

Rosie has definitely made fun (polite) comments about you and him being a queer couple, though Alastor doesn’t understand these At All

“Huh :D?” is a general response from him

Again, whether or not he fully understands the concept of gender binaries, he would care for you just the same as before

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I Can't Believe You're In Love With Me - Jimmy McHugh

Today was going to be a good day.

Just a regular, normal, stress free day.

No appointments, nobody to kill, Y/N was going to use that to her advantage and relax all day.

That plan jumped out the window though, as soon as she saw Charlie freaking out in the living room. In front of her was what could only be described as organized chaos, papers scattered all over the wall, red string connecting them.

"Um, good morning?" Y/N said, walking down the stairs.

"Mornin'," Husk grumbled, drinking coffee.

Husk, Niffty, and Sir Pentious were all gathered around the couch, watching Charlie unravel.

"What's she doing?" Y/N asked.

"Going batshit crazy," Husk replied.

"Oh,"

"I'm just not quite understanding why it's not working," Charlie mumbled, moving all over the place. "Okay, okay, think Charlie. Think, think, think, think. Okay, if I do this...trust falls every single morning, we can do..."

"Yikes," Angel grimaced, walking onto the scene. Y/N hummed in agreement.

"Charlie? Sweetie?" Vaggie asked. "You uh, you good?"

Charlie turned around, her hair disheveled and her eyes bloodshot. "Nope! Not really!" she laughed. "I've been up all night trying to figure out why the Hotel isn't working! We've done trust falls, we've tried sharing our feelings. We only have a couple months left before the Angels come! And at this rate-"

"Maybe it's time to ask-" Vaggie said.

"No! Don't say it!" Charlie interrupted.

"-your dad,"

Charlie groaned.

"Charlie, I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get," Vaggie reasoned.

"He let the extermination happen to begin with!" Charlie said. "They just had a meeting and said, 'Go ahead and kill everyone!'"

Charlie gasped. "Wait. That's it!"

"Are we going to kill everyone?" Y/N smiled.

"What? No!" Charlie said, making Y/N hold her head down in disappointment. "My dad could get me a meeting with Heaven!"

"Didn't we already try that?" Vaggie said, referring to Charlie's meeting with the First Man.

"Well, yeah, with Adam," Charlie stuttered. "He was an asshole, but he isn't in charge of all of Heaven. We could go to the top! There's sure to be some angels who will be listen."

Charlie walked a short bit away, getting on the phone with her dad. Y/N could see that she was reluctant to talk to him.

"What's the hold up? You got daddy issues?" Husk asked.

"No! We just have never been close, "Charlie explained. "After he and mom split he never never really wanted to see me. He calls sometimes, but only if he's bored or needs me to do something."

"Oh definitely daddy issues," Y/N smirked over at Husk.

"Well, I'd like to meet the big dick on charge," Angel grinned.

"The ultimate bad boy!" Niffty gushed. "I bet he's scary!"

Y/N conjured up a cup of coffee, sipping on it while she walked into the kitchen to look for something to eat. When she came back, Charlie was still on the phone with her dad.

"Please come see what I'm trying to do!" Charlie begged. "You'll see why it's a really good idea and Heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them! Please, dad."

"Not going so well, huh?" Y/N whispered to Angel.

"Not at all,"

Charlie got off the phone, a small smile on her face. "Well, we have an hour until he gets here,"

"Okay people!" Vaggie said in her sergeant voice. "Lucifer is on his way! So we are are going to get this place presentable and we are going to make an amazing impression. Vamanos!"

For the next hour, everyone in the Hotel (except Alastor, who knows where he was) deep cleaned as much as they did, wanting to make it as nice and clean as it could be for the literal King of Hell.

Y/N helped Niffty and Sir Pentious make cookies. They came out...alright to say the least, looking like they had blood splatters on them.

It was almost time for Lucifer to show up, Y/N fixing her hair and making sure her outfit had no wrinkles in it. Even though she didn't really care about appearances, she didn't want a powerful Overlord like herself to look like a slob in front of the King of Hell.

"You look lovely, my dear," Alastor muttered, walking by her.

"And where were you?" Y/N asked.

"Up in my tower, of course, broadcasting," Alastor smiled, bending down to her level. " I didn't know you would miss me so much."

"Don't flatter yourself, Al," Y/N smirked, staring into his red eyes. "We could of used your help cleanin' though."

"Ah, it seems you did a fine job by yourselves,"

"Will you two just fuck already?" Angel asked, checking himself out in his compact mirror.

Alastor stayed silent, which was very out of character for him, and walked towards Charlie and Vaggie.

"Oh, you're blushin'" Angel smirked. "You wanna fuck him so bad,"

"You're so gross," Y/N said, walking to stand next to Alastor and Charlie.

"You ain't denying it!"

"Okay everyone!" Charlie said. "It's showtime!"

Charlie opened the doors, and behind them was a very small and pale man, dressed in some sort of circus ringleader get up.

"Charlie!" he exclaimed.

"Hey dad, oh!"

Lucifer engulfed Charlie in a giant hug. "Oh, it's so good to see you!"

"It's uh, good to see you too, dad," she said, pulling away from him. She cleared her throat. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

Lucifer looked around before being distracted by Keke. "Oh, hewwo Keke!" he said in a baby voice. "Razzle, Dazzle! Oh, look how much you haven't grown. Still fun-sized! You taking care of my wittle girl? You better be,"

'Wow," Y/N thought. 'He is much shorter in real life.'

Lucifer began to walk around, taking in everything. "Wow! This place sure looks, uh, uh-huh. It's got a lot of character!"

"Oh! What in the unholy Hell is that?" Lucifer asked, regarding to the bar area.

"Just some of the renovations we had done," Alastor said. "Adds a bit of color don't you think?"

"And you are?" Lucifer asked, pointing his staff towards him.

"Alastor, quite a pleasure to be meeting you," Alastor appeared next to Lucifer. "Quite a pleasure. It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life."

"Who is this? Who is this man?" Lucifer frowned. "Are you the bellhop?"

Alastor laughed. "No! I am the host of the Hotel! You might have heard me from my radio broadcast,"

"Hmm, nope! I guess that's why they call the Has-been Hotel," Lucifer laughed.

"Ha ha ha! It was actually my idea,"

"Ha ha ha! Well it's not very clever!"

"Ha ha! Fuck you,"

"Okay, okay that's quite enough!" Y/N flew over, getting in between the two before things got ugly.

"And who are you?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm the facility manager, Your Highness," Y/N said, her hands behind her back. "I'm Y/N. Pleasure to be meetin' you."

"Uh huh, you too," Lucifer said, turning towards his daughter.

"Wow, rude much," Y/N muttered.

"Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings!" Charlie squealed. "Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much."

"Charlie has a very unique vision," Alastor said. "I am happy to fufill her bizarre requests."

"Aw, thank you Alastor," Charlie smiled up at him.

Lucifer did not like that, getting angry and quite literally foaming at the mouth and growling.

"Quite an impressive young lady," Alastor continued, pulling Charlie closer. "We're all very proud of her."

Lucifer cleared his throat. "Charlie, dear, why don't you introduce me to your other friends?"

"Oh! Yes of course!" Charlie said, pulling Vaggie over. "This is Vaggie. She's my girlfriend."

"Oh my golly! You like girls! So do I! We have so much in common!" Lucifer exclaimed. "You put it there, Maggie!" Lucifer grabbed Vaggie, pulling her into a crushing hug. "She's so pretty."

"Lovely to meet you, sir," Vaggie stammered.

"And this is Sir Pentious and Angel Dust, our guests!" Charlie introduced.

"Your Majesty!" Pentious saluted before falling face first into the cookies. "Heya short king," Angel smirked.

"Husk is our bartender and Niffty is our housekeeper,"

"Nice to meet you," Husk grumbled.

"Hello," Niffty giggled, climbing on Lucifer. "I clean."

Suddenly there was a big crash, the chandelier in the middle of the room. Everyone was coughing due to the dust that was everywhere.

'Great,' Y/N thought. 'I'm gonna have to fix that,'

Lucifer stood in front of the chandelier, laughing. "All right then."

(i couldn't figure out to write this song into dialogue, so im just gonna skip it. im sorry to all the people that like this song.)

"Who are you?" Lucifer asked after a strange woman busted through the door, announcing her entrance. The woman looked strangely familiar, but Y/N couldn't remember where she had seen her. 

"Didn't you just hear me?" the woman frowned. "Why is everybody gawkin'? Is it 'cause I'm adorable?"

"Mimzy!" Alastor exclaimed with open arms.

"Alastor! Sweetie, dollface! So good to see you!" Mimzy said.

'No way,' Y/N thought. 'Mimzy's here too?'

"How you been? Good? Good," Mimzy and Alastor hugged.

"Mimzy? Is that really you?" Y/N asked, pushing her way towards her.

"Y/N? No fuckin' way, you're here too and you're The Assassin?" Mimzy gasped walking over and hugging her. "How'd a sweetie pie like you end up in a place like this?"

"That's a story for another time," Y/N chuckled, not feeling like telling her old friend that she used to kill people for a living. "Nevermind that, what are you doin' here?"

"I was in the neighborhood, heard that Alastor was staying at this ritzy slob factory and I figured I'd stop by! Say hi for old times sake," Mimzy said, looking around. Y/N felt a little insulted by what Mimzy said, but she ignored it.

"Of course honey," Y/N smiled. "Everyone is welcome here."

"Oh, how nice," Charlie gushed. "So you three know each other?"

"Yeah, we go way back," Mimzy answered. "Ran in the same circles when we were alive. These two used to go on dates at the club I used to perform."

"Wait," Charlie gasped, pointing between Y/N and Alastor. "You guys used to date?"

"Uh, yeah," Y/N blushed, avoiding Alastor's eyes. "But it was a long time ago."

"Aww that's so cute!" Charlie gushed.

"Oh, oh my stars," Mimzy said. "Is that Lucifer?" She stared at him for a little bit before making her way towards him. "Move it!" she pushed Sir Pentious out of the way. She bowed before Lucifer. "Pleased to meet you, Your Highness. Alastor, you got to warn a girl when she's in mixed company."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Lucifer had a fake smile on his face.

"As much as I'd love to catch up, Charlie, Y/N, and I have a tour to continue," Alastor said.

"Wait, me too?" Y/N asked.

"Why, of course! You're the facility manager, you are an important to the Hotel, without you, the Hotel would be in shambles!"

"I've never really thought about it like that," Y/N smiled.

"I'm sure Charlie can handle showing me around on-" Lucifer started, beginning to drag Charlie away.

"Nonsense, we started the Hotel together and we'll show it off together, right Charlie?" Alastor said.

"Oh, right," Charlie nervously answered.

"Why don't you let the others help you settle in and me and Y/N will be back before you know it," Alastor said to Mimzy.

Alastor and Y/N walked besides each other, Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie not too far ahead of them.

"How come you didn't tell me Mimzy was down here?" Y/N whispered as Charlie explained what the Hotel was.

"Didn't think to tell you, my dear," Alastor whispered back. "I was too busy focusing on the fact that a sweetheart like you was down here."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "You already know why I'm down here, Al,"

"Doesn't mean it's still surprising," Alastor chuckled. "I do wish you would of told me what you were up to."

"Yeah me too," Y/N said. "Definitely would of made things a lot more interesting and fun. You could have helped me with the harder targets."

"Sounds like a thrilling time,"

The two of them stopped talking, listening to Charlie rant about the Hotel to her dad.

"So once we have the proof that redemption is possible, this whole hotel will be full of demons wanting to check out into Heaven!" Charlie explained. "We just need a little more time to prove it! The sharing circles haven't been working-"

"Hey boss," Husk said from behind Y/N and Husk. "Can I have a word?"

"Go on, my dear, I'll catch up in a bit," Alastor said to Y/N.

Y/N nodded and caught up to Charlie, Vaggie and Lucifer.

Y/N flew into the lobby, wanting a drink before she had to spend anymore time with the King of Hell. She finished the tour early, opting to give Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer some time to themselves.

"Ah! There you are dollface!" Mimzy said from the bar. "Was wonderin' when you'd show up. Where's Alastor?"

"No clue, he kinda left in the middle of the tour," Y/N said, sitting down next to Angel Dust.

"Hey sugartits, you never told me that you and Smiles used to bang," he smirked.

Y/N rolled her eyes, blushing furiously. "Why would I tell you that? Besides it was a long time ago."

"Doesn't matter, you still should've told me," Angel wiggled his eyebrows. "What made you wanna ditch him, hmm?"

Y/N's mind went back to the very moment when she got the phone call from the police station. She didn't ever want to relive that moment, especially now that she had Alastor back. Right as she was about to open her mouth, a big bang came from outside, making the Hotel shake.

"The fuck was that?" Angel asked.

"No fuckin' clue," Y/N said, stretching out her wings, preparing to attack anyone.

"Mimzy! We know you're in there you lousy bitch!" said a rough voice from outside.

"Oh shit," Mimzy said, dropping to the floor.

"What's going on?" Charlie said, her, Vaggie and Lucifer coming through an angelic portal.

"I may be in trouble with some loan sharks," Mimzy nervously answered. "I may or may not have borrowed fifty grand-eek!" she squealed, ducking behind the bar. "-and I may have stolen a car. And crashed it. Into the loan shark's girlfriend. But that bitch had it coming!"

"Are you fuckin' serious Mimzy!?" Y/N yelled.

Fireballs started coming through the Hotel, crashing through the walls and the windows. Setting the floors on fire as they landed.

"My windows!" Niffty sobbed.

"We're under siege!" Sir Pentious exclaimed. "Take cover!"

It was complete and utter chaos. Glass and rubble were falling, fireballs were flying everywhere, some piece of furniture were on fire or completely burnt, and Niffty would of gotten crushed by a big piece of rubble in Sir Pentious didn't pull her out of the way.

Maybe the word chaos was an understatement.

Y/N had to do something.

"All of you get a safe distance!" Vaggie said, holding her spear. "I'll take care of this,"

"No Vaggie, it's fine," Y/N said, her eyes glowing red. "Let this be a lesson to every other asshole who thinks they can mess with the Hotel."

"Ugh finally!" Mimzy groaned. "Took ya long enough! I was hopin' for Alastor but you'll do just fine, dollface!"

Y/N walked out of the hotel, no weapons on her, just calmly walking out of the hotel, the ghost of a smirk on her face.

"Y'know you assholes are gonna need to pay for all these repairs," she drawls out. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to clean up your messes?"

"Holy shit, that's the fucking Assassin," one of the loan sharks gasps.

"What should we do boss?" another one asks.

"Kill her! Shouldn't be that hard, she's a woman," the boss roared, aiming another fireball at her.

Y/N's smirk grew even bigger. "You're gonna regret that,"

She unfurled her wings, flying up as high as she can into the sky before crashing back down like a bullet. The impact shattered the pavement beneath her. A violent gust of wind erupted from the force of her landing, sending debris and some of the shark demons tumbling backward.

She rises, her red hot eyes gleaming like fire. She summons a battle axe, the axe suddenly in her grip at the speed of light. She has a sinister grin on her face, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

The boss steps forward, sizing her up. "Aren't you being a little bit dramatic, sweetheart?"

Y/N's lip curls. "That's the point."

They attack.

A demon lunges, she pivots, swinging her axe. The blade connects with his side, sending him flying through a nearby car. Another charges from behind, she flicks her wrist, materializing a curved dagger in her offhand. In one fluid motion, she turns, slashing upward, cutting through the demon's suit and flesh.

"Yeah! Kick their asses!" Y/N can hear Mimzy cheer.

More demons start to rush her, but stop and start to tremble in fear.

Her body starts to shift, twist, and expand in a way that belongs in a horror movie. Her wings, massive, jagged, gray, unfurl like a storm on the horizon. Her hands elongate into razor-sharp talons. Her mouth stretches into a hooked beak, her fangs gleaming in the light of the fireballs still flying into the Hotel.

And her eyes.

Her burning, red eyes settle on the loan sharks like a god passing judgment.

Then, she moves.

She takes off, the force of her wings blasting the loan sharks like ragdolls. In an instant, she's above them, diving like a missile.

Her talons sink into a loan sharks shoulders, lifting him off the ground before she hurls him somewhere in the distance. She summons spears midair, flinging them with deadly precision, each one impaling a target.

Another loan shark raises his gun, Y/N summons another spear, sending it hurtling through his weapon, and his skull.

The boss, realizing that he doesn't have a chance at winning this fight, turns to run.

But Y/N is much faster.

She beats her wings once, only once, and in the blink of an eye, she's in front of him. He barely has time to gasp before her talons slam him into the pavement. She leans down, her glowing beak inches from his face. "Leaving so soon?"

The boss whimpers in pain. Before he can say anything, Y/N summons another axe and buries the blade into his face.

Y/N shrinked down to her regular form, panting but with a giddy smile on her face. "Oh, how much I missed getting to rip people apart,"

Mimzy and Alastor are standing in the doorway, both of their eyes wide.

"Wow, that was amazing, dollface!" Mimzy gushed. "You have got to show me how to do that sometime! You did a fantastic job!"

Y/N walked towards the two of them, her eyes narrowed at Mimzy but not saying anything.

"Thanks for helpin' little ol' me out of a tough spot," Mimzy continued. "You're such a sweetheart,"

Y/N stood next to Alastor, still glaring down at Mimzy.

"Sorry about the mess," Mimzy nervously said. "But I'm sure the little bug can take care of it for you."

"I think you should go, Mimzy," Alastor spoke up. "Now."

"Oh, Alastor, you're such a kidder you," Mimzy scoffed. "You are so funny."

"I mean it," Alastor said. "You deliberately brought danger to this place just to have me clean up your mess. I can't have that here."

"But you love taking care of me," Mimzy said, not listening. "What, you two don't actually give a shit about this tacky place do you? Come on Alastor, I know you, you heartless, son of a bitch."

"Mimzy, you are welcome if you actually want to try and get redeemed, but even I know that's not your style," Y/N said. "So you need to leave."

"Well fine. Who needs ya?" Mimzy frowned. "Have fun with your little princess and your little hotel and pretending you don't wanna fuck each other's brains out. See if I care!"

Mimzy walked away, flipping the two of them off behind her shoulder. 

"I forgot how much of a bitch she could be," Y/N chuckled.

Alastor laughed, putting his hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I apologize that you had to deal with one of her messes,"

"It's fine, I needed the adrenaline rush anyway,"

The two of them walked inside, seeing Charlie and Lucifer talking more seriously and emotionally.

"Charlie, you don't understand," Lucifer said. "Heaven never listens. They didn't listen to me. They won't listen to you."

"You don't know that!" Charlie yelled.

"I do," Lucifer said, hanging his head.

(again i couldn't figure out how to write this out, so i'm just gonna skip it for now. i'm sorry to anyone who likes the song)

Y/N wiped her eyes, not wanting her tears to fall. She didn't cry often and when she did, it was for a very good reason, this being one of them. It was really sweet and touching watching Charlie and Lucifer reconnect with each other.

Sir Pentious seemed to agree, tears also gathering up in his eyes. "Aw, that was ssssweet,"

"Okay, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you," Lucifer said. "Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine," Charlie smiled.

"That's my girl," Lucifer smiled back. He stepped back, sighing before he conjured up another portal. "Good luck, kiddo," he said before disappearing.

"This next part is going to be scary," Vaggie said, walking over to Charlie. "You ready?"

"I'm ready," Charlie replied, hugging Vaggie. "'Cause you'll be with me."

"In spirit, right?" Vaggie asked.

"In Heaven,"

"Yay,"

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i did NOT know how to end this lmaoo

sorry that alastor and y/n didn't get a lot of time together in this chapter

i plan to make up for it in later chapters

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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[lesbianrobin]

non-exhaustive list of films that would cause eddie diaz to have a mental breakdown and/or cry so hard he throws up:

moonlight (2016). self explanatory.

the only son (1936). eddie might actually kill himself if he watched this. he would just be silent for like hours after watching and that night he would just stand in christopher's doorway watching him sleep for like minimum forty-five minutes. he would exist in a state of profound pessimism and melancholy until he saw buck again at which point he would forget about all of that and be normal. sometimes in his life he will randomly remember the only son (1936) and be like chris. you know that i'll be proud of you no matter what you do with your life right. all i want is for you to be happy. and chris will be like yeah.... why are you talking like we're in a movie and you have a terminal illness. and eddie's like i'm not talking like that i'm being normal. i'm a father. and chris is like ok weirdo. and eddie feels better.

the babadook (2014). self explanatory.

4th man out (2015). he would be like this movie is so dumb it's So dumb and then 1. cry when adam comes out to his mom and 2. get deeply invested in the relationship between adam and nick and when they kiss toward the end he'd be like YESSSSS but then when they laugh it off and say they're just friends he'd be like oh..... and feel really upset about it for reasons he cannot explain. he would rant to buck/chim/hen/bobby for like fifteen minutes about how the whole movie was CLEARLY leading up to a romantic conclusion between them and the writers were just being cowards for going with the best bros ending and buck would be like EXACTLY and everyone else would be like 👀😳 and hen would be like well i think they were trying to make the point that gay men can still have close intimate friendships with other men without it being sexual and eddie would be like okay well then those guys shouldn't have had so much chemistry!! and chim would be like yknow some might say that you and buck have good chemistry. and buck would be like we do <3 and eddie would be like hell yeah we do and they'd fuckin fist bump or something and the entire firehouse is like oh my GODDDDDD.

but i'm a cheerleader (1999). self explanatory.

brokeback mountain (2005). self explanatory.

captain america: the winter soldier (2014). eddie reacts So strongly to this movie and nobody understands it (including eddie) except for buck who immediately and instinctively understands that eddie is projecting onto both steve rogers and bucky barnes but only the sad lonely soldier losing himself and hurting the people he loves against his will parts + completely bypassing the hero parts. also steve's like "even when i had nothing i had bucky" and eddie is like hhhhhhhhh...

the pit, the pendulum and hope/kyvadlo, jáma a naděje (1983). okay look. i'm aware that nobody knows what this is. it is a short film inspired by edgar allan poe's "the pit and the pendulum" and auguste villiers de l'isle-adam's "a torture by hope." you should all go watch it but if you don't let me just tell you that eddie would have another panic attack and/or throw up.

the lord of the rings: return of the king (2003). self explanatory.

[cowboylikeyouu]

i'm watching supernatural for the first time and i've been keeping track of every time i cried so far, so welcome to

✨amy's spn cry counter✨

for it to count at least one actual tear has to roll down my face bc i tear up WAY too often and this list would never end if that counted.

i'm currently on s4 e19, so here's the cries up to that point and now i'll just start reblogging this whenever i cry again 🥱

(there were a lot of moments where i wanted to cry sooo bad but they were kind of TOO devastating to cry like idk sometimes i just get choked up and feel like someone stabbed me but can't cry whelp)

#1: season 2 episode 4

it wasn't a specific moment, pretty much just the complete weight of everyone's devastation & worry crashing down on me at once <3 sam's puppy dog eyes whenever he looked at dean were the last straw

#2 season 2 episode 20

when dean saw his mom again in the alternate reality or whatever it was

#3 season 2 episode 21

this one's obvious isn't it, SAM DIED !!! and we got a hug between the two (...that one of them had to die for, but hey, a win is a win) and them hugging always makes me wanna sob

#4 season 2 episode 21 (again)

i can't remember the specific thing that happened at the end of that episode but whatever it was it made me cry

#5 season 3 episode 7

when dean started explaining what's wrong with the car and told sam to fix it jesus i LOST it.

#6 season 3 episode 8

little sammy in the flashback scene, spending christmas alone??? i was a mess. young sam always makes me wanna strangle myself, the actor did SUCH a good job

#7 season 3 episode 11

this one's by far my fav episode so far (it's the groundhog day one) but GOD when they revealed that sam spent SIX MONTHS on his own after dean died??? and it's just??? completely glossed over?? like sure, they basically went back in time so those months don't really matter, but he still experienced them???? HE SPENT LESS TIME ON HIS OWN WHILE DEAN WAS IN HELL LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME????? idk that one messed me up

#8 season 4 episode 11

actually cried at something that happened in episode 10 (dean talking about his time in hell) but it was during the recap of that episode lmao somehow it hit harder the second time around lol

#9 season 4 episode 13

during the flashback to their time in high school when the teacher asked sam if he even wanted to take over the family business and little baby sammy was like "nobody's ever asked me this :( actually no, i don't want to"

#10 season 4 episode 16

the whole cas/dean interaction before dean went in to torture alastair. like "for what it's worth, i would give anything not to have you do this" ARE YOU KIDDING ME ????

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the tortured poets department (sponsored by my procrastination)

excuse my essays for each song the lyrics are so interesting to me so there’s like actual analyzation for each one.

fortnight - dex

that lingering resentment disguised by surface level friendship is that not literally him and sophie come on. “run into you sometimes, ask about the weather” the awkwardness!! “your wife waters flowers, i want to kill her” he was the #1 fitz hater for multiple reasons after all (although i think he was over it by the time keefe became prominent)

the tortured poets department - sophie

this is so keefe from her perspective come on “you’re in self sabatoge mode, throwing spikes down the road, but i’ve seen this episode and still love the show” “i chose this cyclone with you” “sometimes i wonder if you’re gonna screw this up with me. but you told [biana] that you’d kill yourself if i ever leave. and i had said that to [dex] about you so i felt seen. everyone we know understands why we’re meant to be.” also let’s be so real keefes drawing journals + goodbye letters, he’s giving tortured poet

my boy only breaks his favorite toys - fitz

guys he’s just a silly little boy with anger issues, and he’s MY silly little boy with anger issues stop hating him 😞 “the voices in his head called the rain to end our days of wild” “he saw forever so he smashed it up” he may have fucked up but it happens!!

down bad - dex

CUZ FUCK IT HE WAS IN LOVE!!! also if i may present to you: “i might just die it would make no difference” in the context that outside of sophie saw no purpose to his own life. he saw himself just as he is presented in the books: as her best friend and nothing more. so in losing that (blaming himself and his own feelings for it) what was left of him? who was left? sophie was also his ONLY friend. not to mention in the context of the fact that when he WAS presumed dead nobody cared, they still cared more about sophie.

so long, london - keefe

no not bc of london actually but because “and you say i abandoned the ship but i was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment” is actually a direct reference to keefitz’ friendship falling apart as fitz got angrier and keefe got more closed off. “you swore that you loved me but where were the clues?” “im just mad as hell cause i loved this place” me when everglen is no longer keefes safehaven. nor anyone’s for that matter bc its haunted by alvars betrayal and alden’s mind break and fitz’ anger.

but daddy i love him - biana

“i just learned these people only raise you to cage you” “i just learned these people try and save you…cause they hate you” “dutiful daughter all my plans were laid…growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.” i hate alden vacker. how do u manage to use and fuck up all ur kids by age 12 like wow. “i’ll tell you something about my good name: it’s mine alone to disgrace” she would 100% say this. she would also 100% say “im having his baby! no im not but you should see your faces.”

fresh out the slammer - keefe

sokeefe or keefitz take it as it comes. “in the shade of how he was feeling.” “as i said in my letters.” “my friends try, but i wouldn’t hear it…for just one glimpse of his smile” “swirled you into all of my poems” it’s so him it is truly.

florida!!! - keefe

THIS one’s about london! “well me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time! yes i’m haunted but im feeling just fine” ethan and eleanor wright who?? “your home’s really only a town you’re just a guest in” candle shade/shores of solace type beat “i need to forget so take me to [london], i have some regrets i’ll bury them in [london]” “i don’t want to exist so take me to [london]” aw bae

guilty as sin? - dex

i don’t know how to explain but i just feel like this feeling of i shouldn’t be doing/feeling this the literal guilt and all these delusions and the sheer intensity of it all is just giving me dex. “this cage was once just fine, am i allowed to cry? i dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks” “i keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault” this must be the way he loves if he thinks so little of himself and doesn’t let himself have good things. “i choose you and me religiously” because at the end of the day when he makes a decision or chooses something or someone he puts his all into it.

who’s afraid of little old me - sophie

“you lured me and you hurt me and you taught me. you caged me then you called me crazy. i am what i am cuz you trained me.” all of it’s literally giving her growing into herself in stellarlune and making decisions on her own. SHE IS NOT A PAWN!!!

i can fix him (no really i can) - tam

idk its just giving him defending rayni with his life when everyone else including linh was like who tf is this girl.

loml - fitz

every sad pining song is fitz vacker to me. esp the refrences to the romance being dead but never buried... "still alive killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried...i'm your holy ghost" the way that sophie switched up on him in stellarlune (although i fully support her) didn't give him much time to recover. "are they second-hand embarrased that i can't get out of bed because something counterfiet's dead" give me heartbroken fitz!!! for once instead of angry fitz just give me tired, resigned fitz. "it was legendary, it was momentary, it was unecessary, should've let it stayed buried" is such a good summary of sophitz imo.

i can do it with a broken heart - linh

linh is so interesting to me as a parallel of fitz: meaning she, just like him, is always angry. however she masks it in smiles and kindness the way he never learned to, he just lashes out. this song feels like it’s talking about that mask: “i’m so depressed i act like it’s my birthday everyday” “i can read your mind ‘she’s having the time of her life’ …i can show you lies” “cause im miserable and nobody even knows” “i can hold my breath, i’ve been doing it since [i] left”

the smallest man who ever lived - keefe

it’s giving a letter to cassius/gisela/alvar. “and i don’t even want you back, i just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal. and i don’t miss what we had” “did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?” “in 50 years will all this be declassified and you’ll confess why you did it, and i’ll say ‘good riddance’” “i would’ve died for your sins instead i just died inside. and you deserve prison but you won’t get time” “in plain sight you hid, but you are what you did. and i’ll forget you but i’ll never forgive.”

the alchemy - sophie

“cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me. honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?” aw sokeefe.

clara bow - biana

BIANA BEING COMPARED TO HER BROTHERS AND ALL THE VACKERS BEFORE THEM "the crown is stained but you're the real queen" "beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours, demanding more...its hell on earth to be heavenly" i love her.

the black dog - fitz

bring back petty fitz!! i think the young girl not knowing the starting line could parallel with keefe not being able to understand things about telepathy that really connected fitz and sophie. i also think we could shift the angle and make it about alvars betrayal and how it sparked his angry trauma response. “you said i needed a brave man, then proceeded to play him until i believed it too.” “now i want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes…even if i die screaming, and i hope you hear it.”

imgonnagetyouback - fitz

he is 100% this delusional. he's just like me. "you'll find that you were never not mine" "even if its handcuffed im leaving here with you." "told my friends i hate you but i love you just the same, pick your poison babe, i'm poison either way"

the albatross - keefe

“one bad seed kills the garden. one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen.” “the devil that you know looks now more like an angel. i’m the life you chose, and all this terrible danger.” HE IS THE ALBATROSS. i can’t wait for the movie i want edits of him to this. ACTUALLY I WANT A LOT OF THINGS maybe I’ll make a separate post about that.

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus - keefe

you saw it coming. this song SCREAMS KEEFITZ. like- “you said some things that i can’t unabsorb…you needed me but you needed drugs more.” “changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules all to outrun my desertion of you.” “if you want to break my cold cold heart just say ‘i loved you the way that you were’” WHAT THE HECK DUDE IM SOBBING “back to the moment i crashed into you like so many wrecks do” that line solidified this as keefe’s pov for me. in conclusion. SOBBING.

how did it end - biana

i propose to you: not a relationship, but the vacker family falling apart and the way they became a huge subject of gossip in the lost cities. when alden’s mind broke, while fitz had turned to anger biana became depressed, and i think this song could relate to that as well. the whole part of “guess who we ran into at the shops” feels very much like conversations others would have about the vackers at the time and when alvar betrayed them. “soon they’ll go home to their [brothers], smug cause they know they can trust him.” and i think at the end of the day when all of it happened biana was just young and betrayed and lost, because she didn’t see it coming or understand why (who did?) “the deflation of our dreaming, leaving me bereft and reeling” “i can’t pretend like i understand, how did it end?”

so high school - biana

HER VIBES ALL THE WAY she’s so cute and lovely and i want this for her (and dex. specifically dex. not anyone else.)

i hate here - sophie

was leaning dex until “you see i was a debutant in another life but now i seem to be scared of going outside” but the whole idea of escapism applies to both of them. especially to sophie though when she lived with humans and was so alone because even her own family couldn’t understand her, and she canonically is a bookworm and probably found more comfort in those other lives than she ever could in her own. "I hate it here so I will go to secret gardens in my mind...i read about it in a book when I was a precious child" "ill get lost on purpose, this place made me feel worthless"

thanK you aIMee - tam

aimee 🤝🏽 the song parents. “everyone knows that my [sister] is a saintly woman. but she used to say she wished that you were dead.” “but when i count the scars there’s a moment of truth: that there wouldn’t be this if there hadn’t been you.” thank you song parents 🫶🏽

i look in people’s windows - fitz

i thought this song sounded so creepy till I actually listened to it and now the idea of like lowkey stalking someone just to see if they still care about you or have moved on is slightly making sense. "does it feel alright to not know me? i'm addicted to the if only." it's giving keefitz (when isn't it?)

the prophecy - dex

"let it once be me, who do i have to speak to about if they can redo the prophecy?" THIS JUST REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF THE BEGINNING OF STELLARLUNE WHEN HES LITERALLY MOURNING WHAT HASN'T EVEN HAPPENED TO HIS BROTHER YET i need more dex being the oldest sibling and shouldering that burden. the love-hate relationship with his siblings while simultaneously trying to make their quality of life so much better than what he had. also "a lesser woman would've lost hope, a greater woman wouldn't beg" is so him. he is so that middle.

cassandra - tam

"so they killed cassandra first cuz she feared the worst...do you believe me now?" "you can mark my words, i said it first. in a mourning warning, no one heard." tam when keefe joined the neverseen fr

peter - keefe

pls tell me you saw this one coming. "are you still a mindreader? a natural scene stealer, I've heard great things [fitz], but life was always easier on you than it was on me." "promises, oceans deep, but never to keep" "forgive me [fitz], my lost fearless leader...from when we were just kids. is it something I did?" i think I'm just in a constant state of mourning their friendship.

the bolter - keefe

obvious reasons but also "i can confirm she made a curious child, ever reviled by everyone but her own father." "hearts are hers for the breaking, there's escape in escaping." "she's got the best stories, you can be sure, as she was leaving, it feels like freedom."

robin - dex

had to do some research for this one but apparently its talking about preserving a child's innocence! for this reason it reminds me again of dex and his siblings because of the way he really wants to protect them from things that haven't happened yet (especially considering rex being talentless). "way to go tiger" definitely sounds like something he would say to them feeling all sentimental but then, knowing siblings, they'd probably grill him about why he's being nice 💀

the manuscript -

we know the drill by now, fitz gets all the breakup songs because they could be about sophie OR keefe. "afterwords, she only ate kid's cereal, and slept in her mother's bed" while the song is discussing reverting back to childhood habits in vulnerability, fitz's vulnerability made him angry (but it was still a big change from his regular self) "looking back might be the only way to move forward" I hope he does get to move on!!! im tired of the love triangle plot if we're not gonna focus on keefitz' friendship 😭

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The Billionaire and the Stripper.

CHAPTER TWO.

Summary: Billionaire businessman, Ari Levinson, seems to have everything he could ever want: wealth, power, and success. But beneath the surface, he is haunted by his troubled past and the demons that have plagued him for years. Y/N Y/L/N is a stripper struggling with dreams of a better life. She may not have much, but she knows how to survive and make the most of what she has. But when one night Ari walks into the club Y/N works at, he is immediately captivated by her presence and drawn to her in a way that he cannot explain. As they embark on a passionate and intense relationship, they must confront the challenges and obstacles of their vastly different lifestyles. Can Ari and Y/N bridge the gap between their two worlds and find a way to make their relationship work? Or will their differences prove too great to overcome, tearing them apart forever?

Pairing: Billionaire! Ari Levinson x Stripper! Reader

Warnings: Mature content. Mention of the objectification of women (slight)

Author's note: Back into writing! I missed it a lot, but life lately has been harsh on me so I didn't have time to sit and write. This one is short but honestly it's all I got for Ari. Good thing is we get to know him. No proofread. All mistakes my own. Let me know your thoughts about this chapter after reading. Enjoy it!!

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ARI

Ari doesn't know why he still frequents these places. He should have stopped coming a long time ago. But he can't and he knows why. Here he does not care about his past, present, or future. Here is nobody. This is where his responsibilities, decisions, and thoughts vanish.

So after twenty minutes of waiting, it's more than obvious that the last thing he would want is to be able to release his frustration. If he had done it himself, he would have been faster.

But this woman, not only had the audacity to be late but also to insult him. Who does she think she is?

But whatever anger, perhaps, that he felt at that moment, vanished as he turned and saw her for the first time. The woman was young and beautiful. perfect. She was wearing black lace lingerie which was ridiculously covered by a thin robe of the same color, only more transparent, so he could see everything. Her eyes seemed to mesmerize him. And when it seemed that something inside it opened, a great gray mist covered it. And he went back to her original facade. To be an idiot.

"Not so brave now, huh?" Ari smiles playfully. "I'm surprised, for a moment I thought I had heard that wrong"

TWO HOURS BEFORE

Ari suddenly wakes up, his chest moving up and down faster. Again the same nightmare. Sometimes he just thinks about how everything would feel if he didn't have those nightmares. Those memories that long ago were real.

He wonders what it would feel like to be normal. To just travel around the world knowing those not-so-well-known places that save amazing stories. He did travel around the world, although those travels were work-related. Dirty work.

Fuck, he curses. He needs to distract himself again because he already knows, like every other night, that he won't be able to sleep again.

"So? Cat got your tongue princess?" he steps closer to the beautiful woman, gently caressing her cheek. But he quickly takes it off when he sees her closing her eyes. She is scared. He knows those gestures so well.

Ari is hit by another memory again—one when he is back to his teenage years.

“Fuck… Just get out of here.” he sighs. "I don't want it tonight"

The woman is about to say something but he doesn't give her the time and instead decides to hurry and get the hell out of the room.

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 8

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Time: A few minutes later

Location: In a private karaoke room in the back of the livehouse

Keito: What is this place?

Kaoru: You don’t know what karaoke is? You’ve probably never played around like this so you wouldn’t know, would you Mr Honours Student?

Keito: I know what karaoke is. I’m asking why there’s a room like this in the back of the livehouse.

Kaoru: Yumenosaki’s pretty strict on a lot of things, so we were trying to expand our horizons. This lesson room has all the proper equipment and soundproofing, but it’s never been that popular.

Koga: Hmph. Those Yumenosaki guys who were supposed t’be the ideal customer aren’t even interested in playin’ music.

Kaoru: Yup. That’s why we made it look like a regular lesson room, so it’s more accessible to the general public. It’s a new service we’re providing.

Koga: Ah~, so that’s what happened.

Kaoru: Almost painful to see how much effort I put into managing the place. I was trying to gather as much information as I could, working as hard as I could~.

In the end, this place became a safe haven for kids who felt they didn’t have a place in Yumenosaki, and for those who wanted to use the lesson room like normal.

That room was renovated, but nobody really used it so it returned to how it was before. We started running out of lesson rooms.

Ahh, this is super nostalgic… I was really giving it my all back then.

Koga: Shoulda tried harder in yer idol activities ‘n school work. Barely saw you at school back then, ya know?

Kaoru: Well, me back then didn’t have any interest in that sort of thing ♪

Kaoru: Oh~? That’s weird…

Keito: What’s wrong? Did you see something suspicious?

Kaoru: Sakuma-san was supposed to be waiting for us here, but he’s nowhere to be found.

Keito: …Sakuma-san? What does he want from me now?

Koga: Wait, Sakuma-senpai’s comin’ here?! Hahah! I can’t wait ☆

...I acted like such a sheeple back then, it’s embarrassing.

Kaoru: Aren’t you still embarrassing sometimes~?

Rei: Yo~.

Sorry for keepin’ ya. My bad my bad… Coupla scary people caught me~. Hadta to explain some stuff to them which took a while.

Haa, bein’ popular’s a pain.

Keito: ...

Rei: Oh, you actually came, bouzu. What a good kid you are.

Keito: You were the one who called for me.

Rei: Right, ‘course. You lucky you get to see me like this.

Ain’t you embarrassed? I beat you up so hard the other day you couldn’t even stand ♪

Keito: ...

Rei: Uwaa…. Noooooo~, I was sooo embarrassing back then~...

Why was I acting like that? I should have had more tact!

Koga: ...Is that you, Sakuma-senpai?

Kaoru: Ahh, it’s like we’re right back there.

Rei: Indeed… It seems you’ve come to grips with the current situation. We are looking at ourselves in a ghost-like state.

This is hell of earth, having to watch myself act so embarrassing for such a long time. What sort of crime would you class this as?

Koga: Hn, you’re just reapin’ what you sowed. I live my life stayin’ true t’what I believe, nothin’ I’d be embarrassed by people seein’.

Koga: Kyaaa! Sakuma-senpai! Kyaaaa! I-i-i-it’s a privilege to be able to meet you like thissss![1]

Koga: ...

Rei: You’re amazing, Koga, so mentally strong… How can you not be embarrased after seeing that?

Koga: I am so sorry that was extremely embarrassing of me.[2]

Kaoru: Uwa, Hearing Koga-kun use keigo is such a treat.[3] Whilst I’m not as bad as you two, I would rather not have my immature past self put on display for all to see.

But why’s this happening? I guess it’s part of the AIIE project.

Rei: Umu… At the moment, I haven’t any more guesses.

I suspect that, since we are all connected to the same device, our dreams are being mixed together.

Koga: Do you think so? Aren’t dreams supposed t'be more of a private affair?

Rei: Well, this is technology that not much is known about yet.

Kaoru: Now I feel like I’m going to regret taking part in such a questionable experiment.

Rei: We cannot turn back the clocks now. All we can do is adapt to this current situation in as little time as possible.

[ ☆ ]

he speaks formally here

he speaks formally here too. He says ‘gomennasai, hazukashii desu’. Just so you know

keigo is polite speech!

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

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Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 6 - Fog (Osamu Dazai)

09/23/2023 - 09/26/2023

Pairing: Osamu Dazai x Reader

Word Count: 1,044

Warnings: Dazai's shenanigans

Gender: Gender Neutral

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It was a Monday morning.

A cold, chilly Monday morning. And it was 7:00 A.M. on top of that. And it was foggy as hell.

Dazai hated the fact that he and his partner had work to do so early in the morning when they could have just skipped work and stayed tangled up on the bed all day. But work was work, and with a fastidious partner like Y/N, it was a miracle he was even allowed to wake up at 5 in the morning instead of 4.

He also hated the fact that now that they were done with their mission, instead of going back home, they had to go back to the ADA. "For paperwork," Y/N had said. Grumbling to himself, he let his eyes rake across the figure to his right, the one driving the car. Posture upright, hands firmly gripping the wheel, eyes steadfast on the road, never wandering.

Until they noticed the chocolate irises staring at them.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"I'm not allowed to look at my lovely significant other?" Dazai replied, cheekily.

"Well you better keep you eyes on the road. As the person sitting at the passenger seat, you therefore have the responsibility of watching the road and letting the driver know of any and all obstacles that may occur."

"But why would I want to look outside when all there is to look at is fog and nothing but it?" Dazai said, pouting a bit. Making sure that Y/N was at least watching him from the corner of their eye, he continued, "Besides, there's a much better sight inside the car~"

"Put a can on it Osamu. We're working right now. Be professional." Y/N chided.

"Actually, we're driving." Dazai said with a smug grin.

"During work hours, while driving to work. There's no way around it."

Sometimes, Dazai wondered if perhaps Y/N was related (even if it was distantly) to Kunikida. It sure would explain a lot. The only difference was, it was a lot more fun to rile up Kunikida than Y/N. Y/N was way too stoic for Dazai's onslaughts of teases.

Bored out of his mind, Dazai rest his arm on the window, staring out into the cloudy nothingness. As though Y/N could sense the boredom radiating off him, and more importantly, decided to do something about it, they turned on the music. Dazai didn't have a particular favorite type of music. As long as it sounded good, it was good. But he did happen to favor Y/N's tastes in music. It suited them rather well. Well enough for him to lightly bop his head along to the beat.

That is until he saw something up ahead.

"Hey, what's that up ahead?" He asked, pointing off to the distance. Y/N slowed the car down to a stop, squinting, but barely being able to see anything past the hood of their car.

"Where? I can't see anything with all this fog."

"Right there, see? Just drive up a little further, and you'll see." Dazai insisted, no longer slouching against the window in boredom.

Still squinting, Y/N followed Dazai's words and drove further little by little until eventually, they also saw what Dazai was talking about. There was something up ahead (albeit, with some distance between them and the thing). "I can't tell if that's a tree or a person. They're not moving, so it's not helping. What do you think?" Y/N asked.

Hearing no response, Y/N looked to the passenger seat, only to freeze in their seat. The hands they kept steady on the steering wheel only tightened, the sound of leather being gripped falling on deaf ears.

Dazai was gone.

Nobody was in the passenger seat.

Flipping their head left and right and every other way, Y/N tried to find some semblance of their boyfriend somewhere. Nothing. Just the damned fog.

He wasn't anywhere near their line of sight, and just for a second, Y/N wondered if they'd just hallucinated Dazai and had been talking to themselves the entire time.

"Osamu?" Y/N managed to find their voice. "Where are you?" "This isn't funny Osamu!" By this point, Y/N had started trembling in their legs. Whipping their head back to where the figure was, up ahead, Y/N decided to drive a little closer to the figure, just to make sure that it was nothing but a tree.

Except as they were driving ever so slowly towards the figure, said figure started moving.

Towards them.

By this point, Y/N was shaking in their seat, but they still tried to make out the figure through all the fog. They couldn't see any distinctive features, but they could see one thing for certain.

It was human.

Y/N gave up on trying to search for Dazai, as they tried desperately to bring back the feeling in their legs and rev back, but nothing seemed to be working out in their favor. Looking frantically up at the figure slowly approaching them and back down at the pedals and back up at the figure and back down at the pedals and back up-

The figure was now bolting towards them.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Y/N screamed. It was nice knowing this world. Sure life had its ups and downs, but in the end, it wasn't so bad. It would have been nice to see Dazai one more time though. And the ADA. And Chuuya. He's a pretty fun guy once you get to know him. Not that she'd ever tell Dazai that-

Eyes scrunched painfully shut, Y/N waited. For what, they had no clue, but certainly death would have been the finale. Except, nothing happened. No sound. No doors being pulled off their hinges. No painful grotesque death.

Just, nothing.

Gently peeking one eye through the barricade they created across their face with their arms, Y/N looked ahead, only to see that the figure was gone.

Struck by another wave of sheer panic, Y/N whipped their head around like a rabid dog, searching for the figure, only to see a deranged mad man pressing his face up against the passenger side's window.

Y/N screamed again.

Dazai.

Author's Note: Oh my hobgoblins, did I have fun with this-

I knew that I wanted to write some sort of shenanigan, courtesy of Dazai, for this fic regarding the fog and all. But the problem was that I had forgotten what shenanigan I planned on writing. Oops-

So I ended up asking a beloved friend of mine for ideas to write (he's also a BSD fan, courtesy of me), and he suggested this masterpiece. I've gotta admit, during this event, this is definitely my favorite fic so far.

Fun fact, but back when I was first planning this event, my friend actually gave me an idea for one of the future fics in Vera's Hauntober 2023 (spoiler alert, the fic idea he gave me was for Hitoshi Shinsou). Considering that this is my first ever BSD fic (that I've actually posted, that is), I've gotta admit, it didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would.

See you in the next fic!

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that way

Pairing:Sonya x Aris

Summary: Despite the way they look at each other, Sonya knows she'll never fully have Aris's heart.

He doesn't love me. I know that. I know that Rachel will always have his heart. I know that he’ll always only ever want her. I know that he’ll never fall in love again.

But I swear to god he looks at me a little too long. Sometimes I swear that we could be more.

As I sit here, cleaning him up a little bit more after WCKD took their frustrations out on him, I swear there's something there. Even if they aren't as strong, there's just something about this moment that says he has feelings for me.

Nobody would be back for a while. After all, they had a plan to make. They had a friend to get back. It was just him and I, completely alone.

Seeing him wince and pull away as I held the rag to his lips, I set it down since there was no more blood left. While he definitely had cuts and bruises, it was clear where they were and how far along he had had them now.

“Are you feeling any better?”I asked.

“Yeah. As good as I can right now,”He shrugged.

“I take it that’s not much?”

“It doesn't really matter. I’m alive, aren't I? We're actually alive and out,”He pointed out.

“I know. Six months of hell, and now we just have live? It's insane.”

“So are a lot of things in our lives though. At least they'll actually calm down,”He pointed out.

“Yeah. It's gonna feel weird, but it's still good,”I agreed, looking up just to end up meeting his gaze. Not looking away, we held eye contact. Feeling my breath hitch in my throat, I was sure he felt it too. I was sure he knew just friends wouldn't look at each other like this. I don't even know what this is, but it's there. It's there, and it's not platonic. It's something else, something different.

With my eyes glancing to his lips for just a moment, when I looked up I saw him doing the same. Just as I was about to risk it and lean forward the curtain opened. Snapping our heads to the door, we saw Harriet, just standing there as if she didn't break our bubble.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No,”Aris shrugged, already having moved on. With my heart cracking in my chest, I couldn't find any words.

“I was just coming to say dinner is ready,”She explained, walking back out. With the silence returning, we just looked at each other again.

“I uh, wish Rachel was here. To see this,”He whispered.

“Yeah. That'd be, yeah,”I whispered back, staring at the ground so I wouldn't start crying.

“I’m going to dinner,”He said slowly.

“I’ll meet you there,”I nodded, still not looking up. Hearing him stand, when he walked out I wiped my tears from my eyes.

Just friends. We will always only be friends, no matter how we look at each other. No matter how long we hold our gaze, Rachel will always be first.

We will never be more than what we are now.

Friends that know something is there.

[khande11]

Millie Winchester- Season 2

Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things- 2

The Impala raced down the road.

"Come on, Sam, I'm begging you. This is stupid." Dean complained.

"Why?"

"Going to visit Mom's grave? She doesn't even have a grave- there was no body left after the fire."

"She has a headstone."

"Yeah, put up by her uncle, a man we've never even met. So you wanna go pay your respects to a slab of granite put up by a stranger? Come on."

"Dean, that's not the point."

"Well then, enlighten me, Sam."

"It's not about a body, or a casket. It's about her memory, okay? And after Dad it just... just feels like the right thing to do."

"It's irrational, is what it is."

"Look, man. No one asked you to come."

"Why don't we swing by the roadhouse instead? I mean, we haven't heard anything on the demon lately. We should be hunting that son of a bitch down."

"That's a good idea, you should. Just drop me and Millie off, we'll hitch a ride and we'll meet you there tomorrow."

"Right. Stuck with those people, making awkward small talk until you show up? No thanks. I just don't see the point of it." Dean huffed.

Sam glanced over at the backseat. "It'll be good for her." Sam said, nodding at Millie. "After everything with Matty."

Dean looked at his sister in the rear-view mirror. She was still asleep. She had stopped crying after a couple of days, but there was still some sadness in her eyes. Dean sighed, knowing that Sam had a good point. 

"Fine."

***************

Sam and Millie were knelt down by Mary Winchester's headstone. Sam was digging up a piece of the ground with a knife, while Millie was waiting patiently with four lilies in her hand (one from each family member). Sam pulled out a set of dog tags from his pocket.

"I think, um... I think Dad would have wanted you to have these." Sam sighed, placing John's dog tags in the hole and covering them. "I love you, Mom."

Millie knelt down and placed the lilies on the grave. She placed a hand on Sam's shoulder as she took in a deep breath.

"How are you doing? With... everything?" Sam asked, trying to avoid mentioning Mateo's name.

"Sam, you don't have to worry about saying his name. And you don't have to worry about me." Millie offered a small smile, which looked more like a grimace. "My boyfriend... left me. He let all that hate take over him, and he couldn't see himself moving past it for me. Sometimes I understand where he was coming from. And I feel happy that he got out from this life before it consumed him... And other times... The truth is he broke my heart. And... I'm sad. But, you really don't have to worry. I'm not trying to avoid my feelings and bottle it all up until I explode. I will talk to you when I'm ready. I'm just... processing."

Sam looked at his emotionally mature sister in amazement. "How the hell are you related to us?"

Millie allowed herself a small chuckle. "I have no idea."

Dean was stood a distance away, watching his little brother and sister by their mother's grave. He looked down at the gravestone by him, marked with 'Loving Father'. He moved away, then noticed a dying tree. Walking closer to it, Dean saw he was stood in a perfect circle of dead grass surrounding a grave. He crouched down next to the dead flowers.

Later, Dean thanked a man in a suit as he took a card and headed back to his siblings.

"Angela Mason. She was a student at the local college. Funeral was three days ago." Dean informed them as they began walking together.

"And?" Sam questioned.

"And? You saw her grave. Everything dead around it, in a perfect circle? You don't think that's a little weird?"

"Maybe the groundskeeper went a little aggro with the pesticide." Millie suggested.

"No, I asked him, I asked him. No pesticides, no chemicals. Nobody can explain it." Dean said.

"Okay, so what are you thinking?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. Unholy ground, maybe?" Dean guessed, causing Sam and Millie to stop in their tracks.

"Un-?"

"What? If something evil happened there, it could easily poison the ground. Remember the, the farm outside of Cedar Rapids?"

"Yeah." Millie and Sam nodded.

"Could be the sign of a demonic presence. Or the Angela girl's spirit, if it's powerful enough." Millie and Sam exchanged a doubtful look before walking away. "Well, don't get too excited, you might pull something."

"It's just... stumbling onto a hunt? Here, of all places?" Sam questioned.

"So?"

"So- are you sure this is about a hunt, and not about something else?" Millie asked.

"What else would it be about?" Dean asked, almost daring either one to say something.

Sam sighed heavily. "You know, just forget about it."

"You two believe what you want, but I let you drag my ass out here, the least we could do is check this out." Dean argued.

"Yep. Fine." Sam agreed, fed up, while Millie nodded.

"Girl's dad works in town. He's a professor at the school." Dean smirked, getting in the car, leaving Sam and Millie to look at one another in frustration. 

"Seriously, I have no idea how I'm related." Millie shrugged, getting in the car.

***************

Sam, Millie and Dean made their way up to Angela's dad's office.

"Dr. Mason?" Dean asked, when an older man answered the door.

"Yes?"

"I'm Sam. This is Millie and Dean. We were friends of Angela's. We... we wanted to offer our condolences."

"Please, come in." Dr. Mason said, opening the door further for them. Millie and Sam sat down with Dr. Mason as he went through a photo album, while Dean was in the corner of the room, looking through an old book.

"She was beautiful." Millie smiled, softly, looking at the photographs of Angela.

"Yes, she was."

"This is an unusual book." Dean said, holding up the book which had strange letters and a triangle symbol.

"It's ancient Greek; I teach a course." Dr. Mason explained.

"So a car accident, that's... That's horrible." Dean said.

"Angie was only a mile away from home when, uh..." Dr. Mason trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"It's got to be hard. Losing someone like that. Sometimes it's like they're still around. Almost like you can still sense their presence." Millie and Sam looked at Dean, wishing that he'd remain sensitive while trying to question the man about his dead daughter.

"I do, a matter of fact."

"That's perfectly normal, Dr. Mason. Especially with what you're going through." Sam assured him, while giving Dean a look.

"You know, I still phone her. And the phone's ringing before I remember that, uh... Family's everything, you know? Angie was the most important thing in my life. And now I, I'm just lost without her." 

"We're very sorry." Millie said to the heartbroken man.

**************

"I'm telling you, there's something going on here. We just haven't found it yet." Dean told his siblings while they were at the motel.

"Dean, so far you've got a patch of dead grass and nothing." Millie sighed, not understanding why her brother was pushing this hard for a case.

"Well, something turned that grave into unholy ground."

"There's no reason for it to be unholy ground. Angela Mason was a nice girl who died in a car crash. That's not exactly vengeful spirit material. You heard her father." Millie argued.

"Yeah, well, maybe Daddy doesn't know everything there is to know about his little angel, huh?"

"You know what? We never should have bothered that poor man. We shouldn't even be here anymore." Sam said.

"So what, Sam? What, we just bail? Without even figuring out what's going on?" Dean asked.

"I think I know what's going on here. And I think Millie does, too. It's the only reason we went along with you this far."

"What are you talking about?"

"This is about Mom's grave." Millie said, sympathetically.

"That's got nothing to do with it." Dean scoffed.

"You wouldn't step within a hundred yards of it." Sam pointed out. "Look. Maybe you're imagining a hunt where there isn't one so you don't have to think about Mom. Or Dad." Sam sighed at the angry look Dean was giving him. "You want to take another swing. Go ahead, if it'll make you feel better."

Dean shook his head. "I don't need this crap."

He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

"Dean, where are you going?" Millie asked.

"I'm going to go get a drink. Alone."

Dean slammed the door on his way out. He made his way to the car, and dug his hands in his pockets, only to sigh when he realised he had left his keys back in the room. He turned around, debating whether to walk to the nearest bar or head back to the room for the keys, when he saw his sister standing there, with the keys dangling from her finger.

"We're investigating a girl who died in a car crash. You really think I'm going to let you drink and drive?" Millie said, handing the keys to Dean and getting into the passenger seat.

"Millie..." Dean started to protest, when Millie popped her head over the roof of the car and held up a finger.

"I don't know exactly what you're going through, but I'm going through some crap, too. So, we're going to find a bar that serves food, you're going to have a drink and I'm going to have some dessert and then I'm driving you back." Millie said. Dean went to open his mouth, but Millie interrupted. "I don't care if we just sit in silence. I'm spending some time with my big brother."

With that, Millie threw him the keys, hopped into the passenger seat, closed the door and buckled herself in. Dean watched, stunned, before getting in the car himself, not ready to argue with his little sister. 

***************

Meanwhile, at Matt's house, he was sat alone in his living room, watching a home movie of him and Angela. He got up to get himself a beer and sat back down, not noticing the dead plant on the side table. Mat paused the movie, freezing it on Angela's smiling face. Suddenly, he could see Angela's reflection in the screen. He turned around, startled, only to scream as blood splattered across the screen.

[golbrocklovely]

Thank you for your response, although i have to disagree with one thing. Because after everything i saw it really doesn’t look like fans do not want to hate on Sam, hell, i’ve seen plenty hate for Sam, especially on Twitter. F.e when Katelyn and Sam were still together and people found out about them, it wasn’t only Katelyn that received hate, Sam has been trashed as well. Most of the tweets aimed at him were saying how horrible of person he is for doing that to Kat, how he is a liar, because he said that he will Marry Kat and now he is with another woman. If anything i’ve seen almost nothing but hate for Sam lately.

Like f.e even comparing to what i see regardless of Colby and Malia and what i saw when it came to Sam and Katelyn. Cause when it comes to CnM relationship i mostly saw ONLY hate for Malia, people claiming that she is controlling colby, that she is toxic and that poor colby have no idea of that and that “they hope he will realize soon” (such a clownshit). But on the other boat i saw both parties receiving hate.

Although ofc that it’s not a competition and both boys unfortunately receive hate every day for basically breathing air and i think that some fans needs to seriously grow up asap. Those men are not their toys.

maybe i didn't explain myself enough. what i was trying to say is that while sam, in the past, didn't get hate for things that this fandom would hate colby for, once he broke up with kat and started dating katelyn, that was the first time i actually saw real vitriol for him. on top of actual critiques/calling him out for things.

but even now, since he's broken up with her, things have turned back in his favor. not completely, of course. but hell, ppl were cheering him on for the way he was responding to katelyn and her tomfoolery lol and weirdly i think that behavior exhibited by him made certain fans like him again. bc he was petty and mean… like they are.

this fandom, since kat and his' breakup, has been weirdly wishy washy with him. bc sometimes they love him DOWN and it don't matter what he does, but then other times they think he's a terrible fucking person and name call him to hell. i mean, prime example was when kat released her songs. of course you had ppl hating on kat, and that was dumb bc she's allowed to say how she feels about her own breakup, but then you had ppl full on defending him and acting as if she shot him or something. but then there were fans that were also calling him out for being a pos and not doing enough during the relationship. but eventually that slowly fizzled out. then tides turned on him when he took katelyn to the same date spot he took kat first. and this cycle of liking him then hating him went back and forth until he broke up with her. now you have fans saying he does all the work for snc and colby's not pulling his weight.

it's weird. the only real time i saw ppl question him was when he was with katelyn. every other instance ppl treated him the same as usual. idk if it's bc ppl just hated katelyn so much that they eventually had to take it out on him bc how dare he choose her over kat or if it was something else entirely. but it was very odd to see him actually get real hate for merely dating someone, when that has been happening to colby for years now.

as for malia and colby's relationship, both of them have had terrible things said about them. with malia, it's mostly about her looks. for colby, it's tearing down his personality or his choices. or just in general making fun of both of them as a couple for being cringy and in love with each other.

and like you said, truly nobody in this situation deserves hate. not the girls, or snc, or kat for that matter. snc did nothing wrong except love someone that fans didn't like. i know i've been yelled at before on here for bringing up sam's inability to be critiqued by the fandom bc "what do you want? both them to get hate???" and it's like… no. i don't want anyone to get hate. but if you're gonna hate on colby for something that sam IS ALSO DOING, keep the energy the same. that's all i ask. or at least admit you have a bias towards sam and nothing he does is wrong, but everything colby does is.

(not saying that's what you think or that you're yelling at me lol just talking about past convos i've had on here).

or, crazy concept, if everyone could just stop hating and be nice to snc, the ppl you're supposed to be FANS OF, that would be nice too.

[queers-gambit]

Creepy Crawlies

inspired by this image by @applegin

prompt: Aemond and Helaena witness how deep your fear goes.

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x female!reader featuring: bestie!Helaena

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 1.7k+

warnings: cursing, spoiler FREE, author has arachnophobia and projects in this, spiders (it's a warning to me), generally pretty docile. oh, and, i'm def pretending Aemond's just strong enough to carry a human, so, use a bit of your imagination.

#WhyPayForTherapyWhenYouCanWrite

In truth, you're not sure how or why it happened. Some said it was the Will of the Gods, others claimed it simply made-up, while others said it could've been your own mind playing tricks. Either way, every which way you turned, someone was there to discredit your fears.

It's not like you asked for this kind of humiliation! Honestly! Did people genuinely think you did this on purpose? Did they think you liked this? Being this way? As if it wasn't enough to have fear in general, but tenfold when nobody seemed to understand nor validate the way you were engulfed in anxiety.

Over all, the creepiest, fucking eight-legged, eight-eyed crawlie around. Something you regarded as Hell Spawn, others might call a spider. Either way, you despised the wee creatures - and though you understood boot crushes the little guy, the idea of being so close to one that you could kill it sent you into overwhelming panic.

Ah, fucking spiders.

Again, you're unsure how this fear developed but it was as if you woke up one day and couldn't stop screaming at the sight of the little creature sent from the depths of Seven Hells. Your older brother became the official "Spider Killer" of the family since you spent most of your time with him, but after getting married, your husband now assumed the role.

Years ago, both your mothers had agreed to a marriage arrangement to ensure loyalty from your House (should the time come), and six weeks after your 17th nameday, you were reciting vows to your white-haired lover. He held no quarrel with your fear, and in fact, he was the first to ever not make you feet at fault for it.

It wasn't Aemond's place to ridicule you. He's seen you with a sword, with a bow and arrows, hell, even with an axe - and sometimes, doing all of that while on horseback! He understood you to have no fear, and yet, when a spider comes in your vision, it was as if any and all rational thought vacates your mind. He's seen you throw-up from your anxiety, so, he quickly understood his role and never once complained nor belittled you for it.

Aemond didn't mind killing spiders for you. He could understand that you needed "proof" of their vanquish, showing the squashed bug on his boot, and only then would you breathe easier. However, if around his family, Aemond knew his sister, Helaena, would become upset by him harming - like alone, killing - any insect. She'd prefer them to be set free outside, and as compromise, Aemond would simply escort you out of the room to leave his sister time to collect her buggy friend. He'd walk you to the kitchens, fetch some water, watch you crack your neck, and then venture back to whatever gathering.

You always hesitated before returning to events. Most times, wherever you saw the spider is the exact place you avoid - almost as if there was an invisible fence keeping you away.

Aemond would pause you, slowly pick up his sister's jar, and show you the little fucker was safely inside with a screwed-on-tight lid. You didn't like it, Aemond knew that, but you both made an effort to actively not upset Helaena.

One day, when a thick hurricane ravaged the city, Aemond found you in the middle of lessons and decided to seek out his sister - never seeking Aegon out unless for family matters. His sister, as usual, was catering to her collection of insects, smiling when she saw him, and inviting him over. She mindlessly explained who was who to Aemond, telling him what they did or what their purpose was in an ecosystem.

He listened.

He asked questions.

He was a perfect brother.

And he didn't think you'd know where to find him on such a day, because the moment Helaena handed over a spider to Aemond, bidding he be gentle and not let Aegon near the creature (who had been in and out all day), there came a squeak by the door.

"Oh," Helaena frowned, seeing your frozen form. Her brother had told her of your fear, thinking she'd understand the best. "I-I can introduce you, if you want? Wi-Will that help? Will that help you feel safe?"

You paused, heart melting at her words. "Um... Uh, I-I don't, I, uhhh... I just don't know what will help."

"It's okay, darling," Aemond soothed, nodding at you, hands turning over to let eight-legs carry the spider around.

"Here," Helaena nodded, waving Aemond after her as she approached you. "Why don't you just watch, say hello? No touching," she promised, standing slightly behind you as if you block your exit.

"Um... I don't know..."

Aemond took slow steps, eye never leaving your face. You gulped as he took another step, and from here, he could see a sweat glistening on your forehead - so he took another step.

"Wait! Wait, no!" You begged, feeling Helaena's hands on your upper arms from behind. Aemond was too close now, and you couldn't look away from the arachnid crawling around his flesh. The same flesh you touched, the same flesh that worshiped you nightly, the same flesh that warmed your own in the night. "NO!" You sobbed, backing up so forcefully, you almost tripped over you sister-by-law. "No, Gods, please, no! NO! Just no! G-Get away from me!"

Helaena gasped your name, but your eyes were blown, hands shaking, throat swelling, stomach churning. Aemond spoke your name softly, frowning, but you could only pant as you leaned against the chamber wall beside the door. "We're gonna put her back now, okay?" He spoke softly, nodding slowly at you.

"Please, please, just kill it, jus-just get it gone!" You begged,.

"We'll get it away from you, it's okay," Aemond agreed, his sister quickly opening her jar to let her brother lower the bug into the glass. "It's okay, love, look, just look here." When your eyes flashed to his, then to the jar, he made sure to move slowly and shake the little Hell spawn from his hand.

"I'm so sorry," Helaena frowned.

"It's not your fault," Aemond promised, watching you as you tried to regain your breathing. "It's not her fault either..."

"Um," Helaena looked at you with worry, "m-maybe you'd like to see the others? I have ladybugs, grasshoppers, too. They're nice."

You gulped, "I-Is the spider gone?"

She held up the jar, turning for her little work bench and setting the jar in a satchel - out of your sight. "Is this okay?" She made sure.

"I-It can't escape?" You squeaked.

"No," the girl shook her head. "I'm sorry I scared you."

"No, no," you assured slowly, "it's me."

"Can I ask?"

You eyed her for a moment, "I don't have an answer... I've been like this since I can remember."

She frowned, glancing at Aemond. "Why aren't you comforting her?"

"She doesn't like to be touched like this," Aemond whispered.

"My skin hurts when I'm having these feelings," you admitted with a frown. "I just... You gotta let me calm down."

"Come sit?" Aemond offered, gesturing to the furthest arm chair from the work bench.

"I-I think I should leave. You guys were having fun and - "

"No, no, I want you to stay," Helaena insisted. "We can do anything else!"

"I'm so sorry," you sighed.

"Don't apologize," Aemond frowned, slowly approaching you.

"Aht!" You warned with a finger to halt him. "You're not touching me after a spider!"

"Oh, sweetheart - "

"No, no, no, no, wash your hands," you snipped. "I can't touch you, please, Aemond... For me?"

He sighed, but turned for the wash basin as Helaena lead you to the sitting area. She showed you her ladybugs and grasshoppers, and soon, you were giggling as the grasshoppers just bounced around like a little spring was on their legs.

Aemond eventually joined you, but he could see the panic in your eyes from still being in the same room, knowingly, as a spider. He understood why you wanted them killed instead of set free, and he would've done whatever it took to ensure your comfort. However, it could mean putting his sister's comfort at risk - and nobody, but Aemond, cared about Helaena's feelings.

So, when you married Aemond, you both understood that you two were essentially Helaena's keepers. If that meant capturing spiders rather than killing them, so be it, but Aemond hated watching you suffer. So, he pretended he was needed elsewhere with you to make your escape, and only when out of the room did he swear you took a breath.

"I'm sorry I couldn't kill it," he sighed.

"No, it's okay... Thank you for getting me out of there."

"Anytime," he nodded with a frown. "I wish I could've helped more."

"You help plenty," you assured. "I should learn to knock before entering rooms."

Aemond chuckled, "Yeah, as if that would ever happen."

"Hush." But then, you admitted, "I wish I didn't have this fear."

"Then you wouldn't be you," Aemond eased, letting his hand slide around your waist. "It's okay to be afraid."

"Yeah?"

"'Course," he smirked, "because your husband isn't afraid of a thing and can easily take on the Hell Spawn."

"See!" You cried with a gasp. "You know they're devious little fuckers, too! Sent upon mankind to repent for our sins!"

"Maybe that's why you fear them."

"Hmm?"

"You sinned big time in another life and now the spiders are sent, seeking atonement."

"Oh, ha-ha. Thought I married a Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, not a court jester."

"Perhaps, a bit of both?"

"You'd have to be actually funny to be a jester - OW!" You laughed when he pinched your ribcage to make you squeal. "Unfair advantage! You're so bloody tall and have an angle!"

"Hm," Aemond considered, shrugging with a relenting nod, and then stooped low to haul you over his shoulder as if a sack of flour - moving forward to your bed chamber.

"Aemond!" You squealed. "Put me down, this is not appropriate! You know I hate being man-handled! Oh, my God, please, love, there's people watching!"

"Then they can mind their own business, just like we are," Aemond grunted. "I am merely escorting my wife to bed so I can fuck the fear outta her all night."

"It's only past lunch, Aemond!"

"Then I know what I want for dinner," his other hand rose to give a playful swat to your ass; hearing you giggle as he turned the corner.

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