#someone would have to puke in my mouth or kill me

[mochinomnoms]

Hello I saw your event and got interested! I was wondering if you could do #24 with Idia (romantic, fluff, and suggestive if possible) with fem!reader?

idia shroud x f!reader [tags] – romantic, fluff, suggestive [wc} – 3, 241 prompt 24: “I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.” notes - the only way to write idia is kind pathetic like a wet cat. i love pathetic men a floral inconvenience

According to legend, a Japanese emperor gave blue hydrangeas to the girl he loved, to apologize for neglecting her and to show how much he really cared for her. Their petal shape resembles a beating heart. 

Idia thinks that he was cursed in a past life for doing something awful. Maybe he kidnapped someone’s kid and tried to kill them. Maybe he tried to overthrow the gods and take over himself, but failed miserably. Or maybe, worst of all: broke someone’s limited-edition, vintage Tokyo Mew Mew Ichigo figurine. 

He sure as the underworld that he did something, why else would he be puking up hanahaki flowers like some cringey Canon x Reader fanfic? 

“Big Bro! You really should go to the school infirmary, the petals and stems can cause irritation and damage to the trachea and nasopharynx if not treated properly!”

Ortho was currently hovering over him, fretting like a mother hen over her chick. How ironic, Idia thought as he picked at the petals still in his teeth, it was for the little brother to be caring for the elder. 

“Why do that when I can just have the school delivery bots bring me medicine. Then I won’t have to interact with anyone, I’d literally DIE if anyone saw me like this…”

Especially if the Prefect saw him. The image of her sweet face, and beaming smile…like a scene from a shoujo manga, flooded his mind. He could practically hear her voice, full of concern, asking, “Are you okay, Idia?”

Idia fell into a sneezing fit, petals flying from his mouth and nose as his sneezes continued, one after the other, until he was also thrown into a hoarse, wet-sounding cough. 

“Big Bro! That’s it, you’re going to the nurse!” Ortho, despite being quite small, grabbed Idia by the back of his striped pajama shirt, much like one grabs a wet cat by the scruff of its neck. 

“UUuuuuuuuuuughghuguguguhidonwannaaaaaaaaAAAAAHHHh!” Idia cried out in a whiney, high-pitched tone. 

His brother, perhaps taking pity on his brother, took the shortcut to the infirmary, cutting directly pass the buildings and fields as Idia’s arms and legs loosely flew like cooked spaghetti noodles. Flying through the window that Nurse Goethel often kept open for fresh air, Ortho plopped Idia into a spare bed, who collapsed like a ragdoll into the thin mattress. 

“I’ll go check you in with the Nurse, I’ll be right back, please make yourself comfortable Idia!”

Idia gave a muffled grumble as a response, shoving his face further into the hard surface of the bed with a sense of dread. He could hear Ortho speak with Goethel at her desk. 

Well, he thought, at least she won’t see me looking all gross and lovesick like some normie—

“Idia, oh my god, are you sick?” 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—”

A shrill, ear-splitting shriek left his mouth as the flames of his hair blew up into a blazing hot pink. Idia bolted him, a sharp pain hitting the top of his head as he heard you yelp. As he rubbed the pained spot, Idia noticed that you too were rubbing your chin. Oh Sevens, he hit your chin with his big, stupid head. 

“Ooowwwww, damn Idia, you hit hard…” you hissed, though you gave him a sweet smile in reassurance. 

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have scared you…though why are you covered in flowers?”

Idia froze, debating on whether or not he should open his mouth and potentially say something damning, or just stay quiet and hope you’d just get weirded out and leave. 

“Because he’s an idiot who didn’t come to immediately see me at the first petal cough!” 

The nurse came up to Idia with a disapproving glare, handing you a clipboard and pen before slipping on a clean pair of gloves. 

“Prefect, please check the boxes for every symptom I find. I believe I know what it is, but we need to check all our bases.” 

Idia peeked at you from the corner of his eye as you smiled at him, waving your fingers as the nurse whispered a spell to turn her magic pen into a makeshift flashlight. 

“Now, open up and say ‘ah’ so I can see what those flowers are doing to you.” 

Following her instructions, Idia tried his best to be a cooperative and willing patient, if just to get out of here faster. Unfortunately, your presence only seemed to make it harder to do so, as hydrangea flowers bloomed from the pores of his skin, focusing particularly around his hands and neck. 

The nurse, he’s sure, could also see the magic sparkles forming as a new bouquet formed through his throat and shot up his mouth. She tsked, leaning back to allow Idia to hack out the now decent sized hydrangea bouquet. They were a vibrant blue, much like his hair. 

“Ah, go, go on and let it out.” The nurse waved a hand at Ortho. “Dear, please fetch your brother a cup of the tea I have brewing at my desk. Prefect? Please note that the patient has no evidence of root growth in his throat.”

“Root growth!? Is my brother going to be okay?” Ortho worriedly rushed over, the tea spilling over the rim of the foam cup. “Is it a curse or disease? Is my brother growing a plant in his lungs!?”

“Ortho, you scanned me earlier this week, remember?” Idia hoarsely replied, taking the tea to gingerly sip at it. “Nothing in ‘em, or my stomach ‘cept ramen noods.”

“A WEEK?!” The three of you flinched at the shrill gasp of Goethel, who was glaring daggers at Idia. “Mr. Shroud, you’ve been sick with an unknown flora disease and you didn’t even bother to let the staff know? What if you were contagious!!”

Idia shrank into himself as he whispered, “It’s not like I leave my room…” 

“Bateria or the pollen could’ve gotten into the air vents and infected the rest of your dorm, ugh.” The nurse sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before addressing you. “Miss Y/N, if you mark down the lack of root growth, fever, and magical origin of the flowers, what do you get?”

He watched as you flipped through the clipboard, smile slightly faltering as you read one of the papers. You cleared your face briefly, before smiling politely back at the nurse and Idia.

“Based on everything, it seems that Idia most likely has the flower sickness, also known as the love sickness, petal fever, or, most commonly, hanahaki.”

Idia cringed at the cold, monotone sound of your voice. Now he’d done it. You knew, somehow you knew that he had the biggest, fattest, most twitterpated-full crush on you. No, crush was understated. He had dreams of you, the cringiest, domestic fantasy-based shit where he’d imagine you, waking up in bed with him back at the Island of Woe. You had given him a sleepy smile as you curled into side, naked. With a smile and a kiss to his lips, dream you turned over to hover over him, trailing small kisses and love bites down his body, further and further as you whispered to him, over and over, “I love you, Idia—”

A queasy, dizzying feeling fell over Idia as a particularly painful croup caused him to double over and vomit last night's dinner alongside blue, heart-shaped petals. 

“Idia!”

“Big Brother!”

“Shroud—Prefect, hold his hair back! Ortho, grab the trashcan, I’ll go get some cleaning supplies and new sheets.”

Nurse Goethel barked orders to the other two, who quickly jumped into action. Idia could feel a shiver as he felt your hands softly grasp his flaming hair, fingers grazing his cheek as you tucked his bangs behind his ears. He could barely make out your coos, no doubt comforting him. You must be disgusted seeing him like this, having to care for a sopping wet cat of a man. Ortho was holding the trash can, right on time for Idia to hurl some more flowers and stomach acid. 

“Oh, Idia…you poor thing.” You whispered into his ear, unintentionally causing his body to warm up and a chill go down his spine to settle in his abdomen. He was very aware that if he turned his head to look at you, he’d get a faceful of your chest like some harem isekai protag, the thought making him warm further and his tips pink again. 

“I didn’t realize you were feeling this bad, Idia…” Ortho murmured, guilt in his voice. “I should’ve brought you sooner…”

“N-no…” Idia gravelly replied, wiping his mouth clean. “It’s not your fault Ortho, don’t beat yourself over it.”

Ortho still looked guilty, but nodded in affirmation, glancing at briefly at the Prefect. His gaze flitted between the two, and Idia could briefly see Ortho’s eyes go blank, as they did when searching through his knowledge database.

“Miss Prefect!” Ortho chirped, voice now perky much to Idia’s concern. “May I ask for a spare infirmary shirt for my brother? He must be very uncomfortable in his soiled one!”

Idia was now firmly and acutely aware of your hands still on him, thumb rubbing soothingly into his temple. 

“Oh, of course Ortho.” You moved away, hands hovering for just a moment, as you replied, “They’re in the storage, I’ll be right back!”

Idia watched as you walked away into the infirmary storage. Ortho did as well, waiting until you were out of earshot to excitedly whisper, “Idia! I know it’ll be an easy fix!”

“Huh?” Idia rose an eyebrow at his brother, confusion setting in.

“It’s a love sickness, and you love the Prefect—Idia stop looking at me like that—so if you confess to them, the flowers will go away!”

Idia was still giving Ortho a horrified look, as he continued. 

“Based on the timing of your reactions in correlation with close proximity within the Prefect, along with your increased heart rate at their touch, speech, and glances, and the fact that the Prefect stated on December 15th at 11:18:53 pm that she likes hydrangeas, she is the cause of the sickness. Right?”

“Ortho!’ Idia hissed, grabbing at his brother to shut him up despite Ortho not technically having a mouth. 

“Quiet down, this isn’t some otome game where I can cheat and look online for the right responses. Did you see how she reacted earlier when she found out it was hanahaki, how disappointed she looked? There’s no way Y/N—I mean the Prefect, didn’t connect the dots. 

“But, Big Brother!” Ortho whined, “Based on her heart rate and increased body temperature—”

“No is no, Ortho! It’s not going to be such an easy fix, I’ll just get rejected!”

“Technically speaking—” Idia and Ortho both jumped at the nurse’s voice, who was coming back from storage with clean linens. The Prefect followed with a new shirt.

“—you don’t need your beloved to accept your feelings, just confess them. Though it’s quite rare that it’s not reciprocated.”

The nurse motioned for Idia to get up as the Prefect handed him the shirt. She began taking the sheets off as the nurse addressed the two brothers. 

“Mr. Shroud, if you are insisting on keeping this sickness intact for fear of rejection, then I will have to ask Professor Crewel for some more potent ingredients for your prescription. Little Shroud?”

“Oh, yes Nurse Goethel?” 

“I could use your assistance, please come with me, Miss Y/N will tend to your brother,” She had a smug tone and smirk as she said this, motioning for Ortho to follow. “Mr. Shroud, please have no worry, she makes an excellent student nurse!” 

Idia let out a defeated, low, whiney groan as he moped over behind one of the privacy screens. You remained quiet as you collected the dirty sheets. He could hear Goethel’s footsteps and Ortho’s fans fade away as they left further and further down the hall. Idia yanked his shirt off, slipping the clean one over his head, noting it was a tad bit too small. He grumbled in annoyance as he pulled the shirt down to cover his stomach. 

“Idia?”

“Eeep!” Idia yelped, your voice coming from right behind the screen. “Y-yes?”

“Are you done changing? I can take your shirt to the hamper.”

He hummed in response, peeking his hand from behind the screen with the shirt in hand. As you took the shirt and walked away, Idia slowly moved to look at you. Once he was sure your eyes were firmly ahead (and briefly taking a look at your ass), he launched himself back into bed, the smell of clean linen filling his nose. 

Idia sighed, a faux exhaustion settling into his bones as he sunk into the bed. He tensed as he felt you sit on the edge to this right. 

“Idia?” you hummed as he closed his eyes to focus on the darkness behind them, instead of you worried expression. 

He hummed in response. 

“Nurse Goethel said that the remedy is actually quick and easy, right?”

He hummed again.  

“You’ll just keep coughing hydrangeas until you do something, right?”

“...Yea.” Idia replied in a monotone voice. 

You sighed, a bit in frustration he thinks. “So?”

“...So?”

“Why don’t you?” You stretched out the last vowel with a questioning sound.

“Why don’t I?” Idia mimicked you. 

"Why don't you just confess?"

“Wha?” He yelped, looking at you like you’d grown heads like a hydra. “W-what do y-you mean, confess!? Are you crazy?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “It would help, wouldn’t it? And Nurse Goethel said it’s rare for it to not be reciprocated, so what do you have to lose?”

“First of all, what’s left of my dignity. Second, I’m not some ML in a romance manhwa. And, third!” Idia straightened up to look you in the eyes, a burst of confidence filling his veins in pure frustration and annoyance. “There’s no way that anyone would be interested in some loser like me, so what’s the point—”

“But I like you!”

Silence fell between you two as the realization of your words settled into both your minds. You, with a growing blush and look of embarrassment, and Idia gaping at you like a fish out of water.”

“Huh.”

“I said,” You murmured, twiddling with the ends of your hair. “That I like you. A lot. I think you’re really fun to be around, you’re even though you're shy and kinda geeky, you’re really passionate about the stuff you like. Idia.”

Your hand reached for his, hesitantly like you were afraid you’d burn him. As you laced your fingers together, Idia felt a lump form in his throat. He kept silent though, watching as you smiled shyly. 

“You’re sweet to your brother, and I notice, to me sometimes too. Did you think I wouldn’t notice you coming out to class more often so we could hang? I missed you this week…it was really lonely without you, even with all my friends.”

Still holding his hand, you leaned in closer to his face, looking at him earnestly. Was this real? Did he unlock a secret route with you without noticing? Why did you keep looking at his lips? OMG WAS THIS REAL—

“Idia,” You snapped him out of his thoughts as the distance between you two kept closing. “If the person you like doesn’t return your feelings, then they didn’t deserve you in the first place. I’ll be there to support you, even if you don’t like me the same way, I’ll always care for you as your friend—”

“But it is you.” Idia blurted out. Whether it was due to a mysterious burst of energy or just a slip of the tongue, he didn’t know. 

“W-what! Idia, you don’t have to try and make me feel—” you tried to stutter an excuse, cheeks pink like the fiery tips of his hair. 

“It’s you! I got this cause of you, cause I knew—I thought,” Idia started to ramble, getting up to grab you by the shoulders and shake. “I thought that you couldn’t like some weirdo like me. Are you telling me I could’ve snatched an SSR level kiss scene with you at any time??!!”

It was your turn to be shocked, a bewildered look in your eyes and Idia rapidly spoke, taking little breaths between sentences.

“Do you know what you do to me?? The thoughts, the dreams I have about you? I see you and get all hot and bothered and you’re telling me that I didn’t have to be some maidenless normie this entire time? I could’ve been lockin’ lips and getting my dick we—”

A sharp shriek leaving Idia’s mouth was muffled as you shoved your lips into his, effectively shutting up his rant. He whimpered as you swiped your tongue along his lips, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Idia, perhaps in the throes of passion, or not wanting to miss out on this once in a lifetime pull, reciprocated, albeit with a nervous hesitation. 

You seemed to approve, pressing your chest against his as your mouth moved against his, tongues dancing and moans being shared between half taken breaths. His hands hovered over you until you let go of his neck to guide his hands and place them over your hips. An arousing moan left your lips as your hands gently pushed his chest. 

Idia’s world slightly shifted as he fell back first into the bed, your hair creating a curtain as you separated from him. A line of shiny spit followed you, breaking as he gasped for breath while you leaned back down to press kisses against his neck, flowering the disappearing hydrangeas. 

He yelped as your teeth scraped a particularly sensitive spot, opening his mouth to blurt out, “I'm so happy that you confessed first.” 

You let out a breathless giggle, turning your head and resting your chin on his neck to look up at him with, he swears on the Star Rouge sequel, hearts in your eyes. “Why?” 

“If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.” Idia chuckled, “I’m sorry you have to deal with such a coward like me.”

“Idia.” You firmly responded, “Don’t. I like you as you are. We’re both young, we have time to grow. I’ll grow with you, if you’ll have me?

Looking down at you, practically on top of him, Idia opened his mouth to tease your softness, and suddenly froze. The mortifying, though wonderful he had to admit, scene was dawning on him as his entire body heated up and turned red. 

“Uuuuuwwwwwahaaahahahahaha—you’reontopofmethere’sagirlontopofmeisthisanewlevelinyourouteIdidn’tprepareforthis—mmmfph!”

You effectively shut him up with another kiss to his lips, smiling as Idia was shocked into silence with a dopy, wobbly smile forming on his lips.

“Relax, Idia, I’ll take the lead on all the romance stuff until you get the hang of it. For now you can be my player two!”

Idia snorted, smirking at you as he teased, “That’s such a cringey thing to say~”

“You say things like that all the time!” 

The two of you shared a soft laugh, unaware of the audience of two at the door watching. Ortho recorded the memory for the wedding he was already planning in his head, while the nurse muttered to herself about wasting time gathering ingredients for a prescription potion she no longer needed. Despite this, she smiled, happy that her little words of encouragement to the Prefect earlier worked. 

[heeseung-min]

Can you write about Yandere Jungwon being rejected?

[21:29]

"I'm sorry but I like someone else."

"What?"

Jungwon felt his heart crushed so bad after heard what you said to his confession. Had he read everything wrong? Didn't you like him and was too shy to admit it?

"What do you mean, Y/n? You like me right? You are just too shy to admit it. I've seen you stared at me in the class."

You were flabbergasted at what he said. It's not really wrong but it's not 100 percent right either. True, you were staring in the class but not to him. You were looking at the person beside him, Sangwon. Jungwon read the situation wrong and now you felt guilty because of it.

"Jungwon, I'm really sorry but it's completely wrong. I was staring at Sangwon not you. I'm really sorry if you think it was for you."

Not only Jungwon felt embarrassed but he also felt angry and mad towards his cousin, Sangwon. Why does he got your attention? Why would you want to be with his cousin when you could be with him. Thankfully, the class was empty so they can't see what is happening between both of you.

You wanted to say more but Jungwon already went to his seat without even looking at you. You too went back to your seat when some of the classmates started to arrive. You saw Sangwon came and asked Jungwon why his face was gloomy but Jungwon just shook his head and do revision instead.

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You were having a date together with Sangwon. Few days after Jungwon confessed to you, Sangwon came and asked you out in front of the class. Based on his expression, seems like he didn't know that Jungwon likes you. Probably, Jungwon never tells his cousin about it.

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

Sangwon stared at you curiously. He was excited to know that you like him and asked you for a date but now you seems like not excited about it anymore.

"Ah yeah yeah I'm okay. I'm just a bit nervous."

The date went smooth but you still feel nervous whenever you looked to Sangwon's eyes. His face is similar to Jungwon so it kept reminding you to what happened few days ago.

Sangwon dropped you off after the date's over. You thanked him before went inside your house. However, when you came into the house, the strong smell of blood went through your nose.

You felt hopeless when you found out your dad was lying down dead with his stomach got stabbed. The strong smell from blood made you wanted to puke. You were taken back when you saw Jungwon was sitting beside him.

"Jung..won..."

Jungwon turned to you while his finger still fiddling with the knife that you believed he used to stab your father. The sight of him smiling with blood stain on his face made him looked so creepy.

"Oh y/n, you are home. How was the date with Sangwon? Was it exciting?"

Jungwon asked but you couldn't say anything when he was looking so creepy. He stood up and started to walk closer to you.

"I can't stand you with someone else, Y/n."

"You are crazy."

You stepped back to get away from him but Jungwon was quick to hold your shoulder. At this point, you can only cried and begged for him to let you go.

"Jungwon, this is wrong."

"If you didn't reject me maybe this will not happen, Y/n."

"Are you hearing yourself?! You killed my father just because I rejected you?!!"

"And I will do it again to others. Until you don't have anyone anymore."

Jungwon said as he caressed your hair like he was assuring you but instead he was threatening.

"I will make you depend to me only, Y/n."

You don't know where you got the courage but your hand moved by yourself and instantly punching him on the face. The impact is strong and made Jungwon lose his focus. You quickly ran away from him and throw things to slow his down.

"You think you can escape me?"

"Shut the fuck up, Jungwon."

"It sounds sweet when my name coming out from your mouth."

You ran to the kitchen and picked up a knife and shoved it to Jungwon. He smirked at the sight of you.

"You come close, I will kill you."

"Really, Y/n? Can you do that actually?"

Jungwon took one step closer and you were freaking out. The knife you shoved towards him didn't scare him at all.

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY OR I WILL- AHH"

Jungwon watched you fell down to the floor and passed out. He catched the knife so it won't fall and hurt your face. There was a little blood on your temple as a sign from being hit just now. He stared up at the person.

"That was good, Sangwon."

"You should not question the home run hitter, Jungwon."

Oh, how sick both of they are.

You thought you get with a good guy but no guys actually are good to be with.

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I did this while I was in hiatus so it's a bit boring but I hope you guys still enjoy it 😚😚😚

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Day 4 Of Fictober

Vampire Au

Yandere!VampPrince!Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Human!Reader, X Platonic!Yandere!Vamp!Queen!Rhaenrya Targaryen

Ask: can I request yan vampire Jace? And platonic Yan Rhaenyra.

Hope you like it, my little darlings. I worked really hard on this.

Warnings: Kidnapping, ropes!being tied up, Collars, Blood, Blood drinking, Yandere tendencies, Controlling behavior, slight!primal chase, Over all some dark themes, and vamps having lightning speed.

The rough ground made your feet ache as you raced through the woods without shoes on your feet. Mud stuck to the ends of your feet and the rocks hurt to step on but you had no choice but to. There was no path, no grass patches to step on that weren’t covered in sticks and other small things. It seemed as even the trees were against you every turn you took with another one making you almost crash into it. Panting you tried to keep the ends of your dress from getting caught on anything else so it wouldn’t slow you down.

The blue dress you had on has tares and dirt all over it. It was ruined. Steaming from your eyes and down to your cheeks were tears of fear, of death and the thing chasing you. The night was always scary for you since childhood with stories of monsters that only come out in the dark. Growing up you forgot all about those stories and feared your own kind or the silence that came along with the stars. Now you wished to be back at home and afraid of nothing.

Focus. You had to just focus on getting away and safely out of the woods to find someone to help. Screaming you called for help for anyone to hear you, hoping at least one person would.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen dear,” your legs hit something and your body came chasing down on the ground and your body ached at the pressure. A sinking feeling made your stomach made you feel like puking out your insides. From the ground you looked up to the man you had been running from. Red eyes stared down at you, they stood out in the darkness from their glow.

“Please- Let me go, I’ll never come back.” Sobbing you back up with your legs kicking and arms crawling backwards. The beast only titled his head and watches you closely as you plead for your little life.

“But that’s not what I want,” the bark of the tree hits your back and makes you itchy. He could hear your breath so loudly as your chest raises up and down at a rapid pace. Your eyes full of terror, your body tensed up at the fear of death, and the smell of sweet blood coming from your veins. Pushing out of his gums his fangs emerged.

“You’ll stay here forever, with me- With our family. I never expected you to be a human but, I’ll take anything.” As he inches closer you tried to get away from him, to run free. But you had no chance and his speed bet you to it and pinned you against the tree with force. His hands squeezed your wrists and you already felt them bruise.

“Silly little human, running from a prince?” His head lowered to your neck and you tried to fight it but he wasn’t moving. “I can- I will give you everything you deserve. Just sit still and this will be over soon” his lips kissed his favorite area on your neck to prepare you for what he was about to do.

You whined and struggled against his hold and cried you heart out. “Please.” You sob but he only smirked at your small voice. He knew humans were weak and fragile but you were so much different then all the humans he’s killed. So much sweeter, so much prettier and warm. Maybe that’s why you two were destined to be together because he could protective you from everyone else.

His eyes flashed before black started to cover the glow, his mouth opened with a wicked smile.

“It’ll be only a bite,” your neck was pushed to the side and taken into a tight grip as you whimpered. “Goodnight, my darling.” He spoke before a sharp pain in your neck made you cry in pain. You could feel the blood leaving your veins and you started to get lightheaded after a few seconds of him sucking aggressively. Then your mind started to shut down and your eyes closed slowly, your body giving up and you passed out.

It felt so cold.

A stone floor against your legs and feet made you toss awake from your sleep. The moment you were awake you could feel the aching feeling in your head and your body feeling too tired to move. Moaning you open your eyes and blink at the lit up room with nothing around you, it looked like a cell. You tired to call out for help but your voice gave out and felt raspy. A knock at the door made you jump out of your skin and move back.

“Stop screaming.” A male voice that was deep called from the other side. The sound of the lock being fiddled with made you looked around the room once more to see if you could find anything. So you cling your fists together in fear.

When the door opened two men with the dark eyes and a guard like outfit that matched each others stepped into view. In fear you push yourself back, “Queen says not to hurt you, so don’t be afraid.” The taller one smiled and the other took out rope from his belt. No matter how much you plead you couldn’t get out of their inhuman grip and hold.

The rope on your hands scratched your wrists as they pull you out of the cell and into the hallways. After a while you realize it was a castle you were in and a beautiful one at that, but it was much darker then anything you’d been in. Everything was red or black and the paintings creeped you out.

As soon as you came to a stop your throat began to close and your stomach became sick. When the doors opened you took a glance in the room that opened. A large room with pillars, a red carpet leaning up and the most important part. A Throne. Sat on top of the throne was a beautiful woman with pale skin and with the whites hair you’ve ever seen. You knew those eyes.

Just like his.

“Bring her forward.” Her voice echoed off the walls and the men obliged and tugged you forward. You couldn’t move at all as her eyes had broken you. The woman watched as they tugged you against and you pulled against their hold and tried to get away. A poor little thing you were. You looked so scared and hurt, even if you were so weak from having your blood drained.

“Pull her again and I’ll have you beheaded.” You all stoped and look at the woman on the throne. They had mentioned a “Queen” earlier and her place… it was her. “Now, little one. Walk to me.” She waves you over but her voice deepens at the command. Looking at the two guards you pull your rope away from them and take liberty to do it on you own. So you walked to her and stop a few feet away from her. You looked at the ground and to afraid to meet her eyes.

“I apologize for my sons actions…He’s never smelled your blood before, but I can promise you now he’ll be well behaved.” Stepping back as you saw her shadows stand up off her set. She sighed and walked down with her dress in her hands.

“You’re very beautiful, a fine mate for my son. A queen to replace me one day.” Your looked at her and your cheek was instantly cupped. You didn’t even see her move to you until you looked up. She could hear your heartbeat speed up and your veins pulse. It made her smile.

“He will never hurt you again. Just needed to claim you is all he did.” She rubbed your skin sweetly and you felt like mush. “Sorry for keeping you in a cell, I’m having everything prepared for you.” Her hands came down to rip the ropes off of you so hard they snapped.

“You’ll learn to love it here, with us.” Gasping your neck was grabbed ever so lightly and something cold pressed against the skin. You heard metal hit each other and a snap at the back of your neck. Your throat felt almost suffocated at the new feeling, “What-” you tried to speak but she hushed you by putting her finger on your lips, her nails so sharp.

“Silver suits you well, and red gems are beautiful as well.” You moved up to touch the thing around your neck in a panic. She watched your eyes tear up and heavy breaths leave your lips. “Don’t look so sad.” She looked over at the servants in the corner. “Get her something to eat.” And they ran off quickly.

You tried to run it all over in your head and it was too overwhelming that you couldn’t breath. You started to cry and grab onto the air and your chest for relief.

“What have you done?”

His voice made you turn and you fell to your knees, he was quick to be at your side within less then a second to catch you. “Go- Let me go.” He could barely understand your breathless words but he could guess them by the way you tried to break free.

“Awe, don’t cry. My human is too pretty to cry,” his fingers wiped away your tears and you closed your eyes not to get them scraped by his nails. He only smiled and pushes you into his chest. “You can get used to it, I’ll get you everything you want…” he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re mine now.”

[kiankiwi]

Husband Jacob comforting hormonal pregnant reader 🩷

You had no ideas why you were crying. You just were. There was often no point to your tears at this point in your pregnancy so you often just had to feel your feelings until you calmed down and were able to go about your day.

Jacob was up and on set before you even got up so you were used to waking up alone. Because he didn't get to see you in the morning, he would facetime you to say good morning and have a little chat because he had missed out on his morning with you.

He just so happened to call when you were mid sob. "Baby? What's the matta?" (his R's sound like a/aw to me lol) He asked, his eyes filling with concern. "You just--" You continued to sob and Jacob put his hand up, "Breathe baby, you're okay, breathe with me." He helped guide you through a few deep breaths so you weren't choking and coughing as you cried anymore.

"Just give it a second and then tell me what's up okay? Do I need to come home?" You shook your head in silence as you put your sleeve over your hand and wiped your face. "Take a deep breath." He took a breath with you to calm you even more so you didn't feel as silly.

"It's stupid..." You chuckled, laying back down in bed. "No, no baby, your feelings are never stupid okay. Can you talk to me, tell me why you're so sad?" That made you chuckle again because you felt so silly. "I'm not even sad! I just... you didn't wake me up when you left so I didn't get a goodbye kiss and then when I went downstairs to make a bagel, we're out of cream cheese and I'm too tired to go to the store and the store feels too public anyway, I feel like everyone's gonna be staring at me with this huge bump and I just.... argh!" You screamed out your frustration into Jacob's pillow which of course smelled like him and that sent you into a new wave of crying.

"What baby, what?" "Argh, your pillow smells like you!" You yelled, frustrated still. Jacob couldn't help but smile at that.

"Here bub, I see your water bottle is behind you on the nightstand can you take a drink please?" You nodded, guiding the straw into your mouth and taking a long pull. "Good, good job, keep doing that today okay?" You nodded.

Jacob got closer to the camera of his phone, so close that you could only see his mouth and facial hair. You laughed. "You wanna know a secret?" He asked, looking off somewhere on set so now you could only see one of his eyes. You grabbed Jacob's pillow and cuddled it. "What?" "I did give you a kiss goodbye, I tried to wake you but I knew you were probably gonna be sick as soon as you woke up so I left you be. I still gave you a forehead kiss though, I promise." You nodded. He was right, you did puke as soon as you got up for the day. "Thank you. I was really tired, I was up late reading again." Jacob smiled. "Is the book good?" You nodded, grabbing the 800 page monstrosity off your nightstand and showed it to him where you had left off.

"Damn baby, you can kill someone with that thing?" You quirked your eyebrow. "Don't piss the pregnant lady off." Jacob nodded. "Here how about I send an uber eats out for the cream cheese and maybe some chocolate too and they'll drop it off so you don't have to go anywhere?" You nodded, wiping at your eyes again. The nice gesture caused your eyes to well up again. "I'd really like that, thank you."

"I'm happy to help baby, is there anything else you want?" "Nutella... and maybe some cheetos? The jalepeno ones..." Jacob expected some weird items to be added to his shopping list. "Got it bub. I gotta get back now but by the time I get home, I want you to have drank that whole water bottle okay?" You nodded and just to make him smile took another long drink from your straw.

"Thank you, I'll see you in a few hours okay? Go and get my Rugby sweater if that'll help too?" Your eyes lit up at the mention of his old sweater. He blew you a kiss "Love you baby! Give the bean my love."

"We love you too!"

***

I meant for this to be a ficlet but then I got inspiration and it was quite fun! I hope you liked this

@eee-lordy @mooodyblue

[acourtofmarvels]

Comfort - Cassian Pt.2

Part 1

Warnings: none. cuteness overload :D

*35 years later*

"Cassian can you please take your feet off the table? We eat there." I smacked his leg and took a seat beside him to eat lunch.

He groaned and obeyed, putting his feet on the ground. "Gimme a bite." He pointed to the sandwich I had just made. I haven't even taken a bite of it yet.

"You just ate like, 3 minutes ago." I took a bite of my sandwich, glaring at him. I swear he is always hungry.

"Yours looks better than mine," he whined like a child.

I looked over at Azriel who was sitting across from us. He'd already finished his lunch and was reading a book at the table.

"Azriel did you not give the dog a treat after lunch?" Azriel lifted his eyes from his book, humor in them.

"That was rude," Cassian replied.

"Let the girl eat her lunch in peace," Azriel defended me, going back to his book.

I stuck my tongue out at Cassian and then took another bite of my sandwich. He was glaring at me but I could see the mischief behind his glare. I'm in trouble.

"Ask the house to-" I stopped my sentence. The air grew cold and eerie. Still, everything went so very still.

Azriel and Cassian felt it too, sitting up straight in their chairs. Something was different. We could all feel it.

There was a thud from the balcony. As if something jumped onto it, or someone landed on it.

Azriel and Cassian stood up simultaneously, grabbing their weapons. Their siphons glowing as they listened around.

Who the hell just landed at the House of Wind? No one can get up here unless they have wings. The Illyrians wouldn't dare to step foot up here. It can't be Mor, she's suppose to be in the Hewn City all day.

Azriel's shadows swirled around him, informing him of whatever just entered our house. My heart plummeted as I saw the color drain from Azriel's face.

"What's wrong? Who's here?" I shot to my feet. I was almost tempted to grab one of the daggers at Cassian's hip. If Azriel was scared then-

"I was expecting some open arms, not swords and daggers."

I don't think I ever turned around so quickly in my life.

Rhysand. Rhys. My brother. He's home. He's here, he's alive.

My knees buckled and I would have fallen to the ground if Cassian had not caught me.

My hand covered my mouth, silencing the sob that escaped me, tears poured out my eyes.

I beat Cassian and Azriel to him first, wrapping my arms around his neck so tightly. I held on for life, afraid this was a dream and the second I let go he would be gone. But I could feel him, smell him. He's here, home.

His arms stay wrapped around me as I placed my hands on his face, looking him over.

"Are you hurt?" I didn't dare ask if he was okay. How could he ever be okay from what ever torture she put him through?

"I'm alright," he replied. No signs of injury or bruises. But he was so very pale. Years away from sunlight would do that to you.

"I can't believe you are here." I wiped the tears from his cheeks, he did the same to me.

I wrapped my arms around him once more, kissing the top of his head a few times.

I didn't want to let him go but I know Azriel and Cassian would want their time with him.

The second I stepped from his embrace Cassian replaced me, literally picking Rhys off the floor and spinning him around.

"If you do not put me down I cannot promise that I will not puke on you," Rhys's laugh sent warmth through my body. I never thought I'd hear that again.

It didn't feel real. The days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and the fact that Rhys was here still felt like a dream.

Amarantha was dead. Feyre saved us all, Rhys's mate. Rhys's mate... He has a mate. Who's marrying someone else. He showed us her. Showed us all she did. His face lit up telling us the story about her killing the wyrm.

It's been 3 months and I am savoring every last bit of it.

***

"You're different, sister." Rhys stared at me from across the room. He sat at his desk as I lounged in the chair in his bedroom. We did this often. This was where we always had our deep talks or hashed things out if we were upset. He would do work at his desk and I would occupy my time in the chair by reading or writing. 

"I'm happy. You're finally home." I looked up from the hat I was knitting, another thing I picked up in the 50 years he was gone. 

The smile faded off his face as he looked down at his hands. "Mor told me..."

"Whatever she told you, is in the past. Everything is good, now you're home. I'm good, I promise." Though I looked away from him I could feel the guilt in him from across the room. "Enough with the sadness, please."

"Fine, you don't want to talk about it. I'll respect that. Is there anything you do want to talk about?" His voice was hinting. There's no way he knows. We haven't.... well not since he got back. That was my decision. 

"Like what?" I didn't dare look up at him.

"Hey, you guys down for Rita's tonight?" Gods his timing was the worse. Of course Cassian had to come in and interrupt now.

Rhys and I made eye contact. He had a stupid smirk on his face. He knew... How did he know?

"Cass, please join us. We were actually just about to have a chat." Rhys pointed to his bed for Cassian to take a seat. 

Cassian went to take a seat, completely oblivious to the situation. "No, leave." He froze in his spot, looking at Rhys and me confused.

"Cassian, take a seat. As your High Lord, I order you." I could smack that stupid smug smile off his face.

"You can't do that." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Pulling this High Lord card... I should smack him up side the head.

"Can and just did, sit."

Cassian took and seat and glanced between at Rhysand and I, who were having a stare off. 

"Cassian..." Rhys began, now looking at him. Cassian was trying to play it cool but I noticed the sweat beginning to form on his forehead. My heart was racing a hundred miles an hour, no doubt my brother could hear it too. "Are you sleeping with my sister?"

"Oh my gods, really Rhys?" I shot up from my seat. I felt the lie on my tongue, "Cassian and I are not-"

"We're together, yes. We have been for a while now. We take care of each other, watch out for one another. You can be mad at me, beat the shit out of me but I don't give a fuck." Cassian stood back up, no longer looking at Rhys but now me. "400 years I have loved her. 35 years I have been utterly, hopelessly in love with her."

Silence all around. I was shocked he admitted that right away. I mean we were caught, it was gonna be hard to lie to him. Cassian was standing up for us and here I was gawking like a complete idiot.

"Cassian and I are mates," I admitted to my brother nervously, but proudly. "I am madly in love with him. We wish to be mated and married but only with your permission."

That smirk had faded from my brothers face the minute Cassian spoke. His face was blank of emotion and he was silent for a while.

"This is not what I was expecting." He spoke. He crossed his arms over his chest. He looked mad but he was silent again for a while. "Fine. You have my blessing. But I'm still kicking your ass for hitting on my sister." He stood up a punched Cassian in the shoulder and then came and wrapped his arms around me which automatically relaxed me.

He placed his hands on either sides of my face, forcing me to stare into his eyes. The eyes we shared from our father. 

Are you sure? He spoke to me in my mind. My shields were down for him the second he wrapped his arms around me.

I nodded and replied to only him, I've never experienced this type of happiness before.

His face softened as a single tear rolled down my face, and he wiped it away. He was always the one to wipe away my tears. He placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away.

"Just don't show it around me," he shivered and I rolled my eyes.

"Rhys I'd like to request some time off work," Cassian said with a smirk, looking me up and down.

"I hate this already. Get out of my face." He waved us off.

Cassian held his hand out to me which I gladly took as we ran out of Rhys's room. The second we were out of earshot, to spare Rhys, Cassian's hands and lips were all over me.

"I'm never waiting that long ever again. It was pure torture not to kiss you, to hold you, to touch you," Cassian growled in my ear. 

"I know, I'm sorry." I brought his lips back to mine. "Never again."

"Are we doing this?" He whispered, out of breath.

"Meet me at the cabin in an hour." I stepped out of reach from him, a big smile on my face.

"An hour?" He groaned. 

"One hour and then... you'll have me for eternity." I stepped forward and kissed his lips once more, in a slow and achingly long kiss. "I love you. One hour." Then I winnowed away. 

A/N cute little ending :) hope you guys liked it!

Masterlist

[chosopie]

BREAK MY HEART - SUGURU GETO

inspired by I Don't Smoke - Mitski , art credit: 1luj

Suguru was a man who was often consumed by thoughts. Everyone looked up to him, because he was reasonable, capable, kind. Your friend group relied on him, for he knew what was right or wrong, what to do and not to do. He was the anchor and lighthouse. He was selfless.

Every single day, he gave himself to everyone like an offering.

“Give and take,” people would say. Suguru would always give. He would always take the darkness—swallowing filthy curses everyday. No one understands how it feels and tastes. To him, it was like swallowing puke back in.

Who would have thought that one mission could permanently shatter an unbreakable person? He broke like glass. One crack, and it leads to a series of cracks crawling and spreading, leaving the whole thing broken.

You vividly remember the night he came home, injured and exhausted. He kissed you passionately with hot tears running down his face.

Despite it all, he had you. You did not give yourself to people the way he did, but you gave your whole being to Suguru. You had your heart exposed to him and every other part of you.

There were several nights where you'd try to comfort him, but you knew you couldn't fix him. It's not that you weren't enough, you just weren't the solution. For someone as logical as Suguru, he valued solutions and answers rather than comfort. He had his priorities.

"I love you, Suguru," you'd whisper to his ear, your hands tangled up in his hair while he laid his head on your chest.

His eyes stared into nothingness, his mind occupied with so many things but you. "I love you," he said, without even fully processing it. His mind simply read your words and he just repeated them out loud for your sake.

Soon, another devastating blow shook Suguru.

When the news reached you, you were in denial.

"Not my Suguru," you thought. Your mind was in a frenzy. He could not have killed all those innocent people. 112 people. 2 of them were his parents. It was impossible.

Maybe it had something to do with his very being, the way he was designed. Was it possible that consuming all those curses meant consuming all those evil thoughts? Something had to be wrong. You were looking for everything else to blame but Suguru.

Suguru now stood across the road, his face blank and his lifeless eyes staring back at you like you were a void. A cigarette was held between his two fingers.

At this very moment, the two of you were on completely different sides.

It was like you were in a car with tinted windows, and Suguru was outside of the car, where he couldn't see you. He was staring into the tint's darkness, while you saw everything clearly. You saw him, but he did not see you.

"Please, come back. I don't care how miserable you are. Just throw it all on me. Share your burdens with me." You pleaded. "I can take it, just stay with me!"

His eyes narrowed at you. "Why are you still holding on?"

"Because I still love you, and I always will."

"I wish you'd stop trying," he shakily said. "My love, do one last thing for me before I leave, will you?"

"Anything."

"Break up with me,” he softly said. A part of him had hoped you didn’t hear him.

Suguru was in so much pain. Remnants and pieces of him were scattered on the palm of your hand but you could not do anything to fix him. Once a lighthouse, now a lost ship sailing away from everything including you.

Now, you find yourself smoking to remember his mouth.

[dabislittlemouse]

"Ain't my blood, stop fussing!" + Dabi ((congrats on 2000 followers!! Feel free to make this as dark as you like >D ))

"𝐀𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠!"

(Yandere!Dabi x Reader, tw: blood, beheading, gaslighting, MDNI +18)

That night when you returned home from work, something felt out of place. Call it a gut feeling, but something definitely didn’t feel right. Your apartments lights were on, much to your surprise, because you’re always careful to turn off everything before leaving the house. No way you could’ve forgotten to turn all the lights off.

Someone’s inside.

Swallowing hard, you climbed the stairs, hands already sweating and heart pumping in your chest. You had an idea who it could be, but still the thought of him breaking in your apartment so easily and waiting for you there made you shiver. The raven haired villain had been stalking you for a while, like a lingering shadow behind you, teasing you whenever he got the chance. But he never had the chance to enter in your apartment, hence the reason why you always feel safest there. Well, used to.

Turning the knob, you opened the door slowly, a weird rotten smell already filling your senses and making you nauseous.

“What the hell?” you pinched your nose, confused until you saw it: a trail of fresh blood on your carpet, making it’s way to your room. Panic filled your mind, your eyes widening.

“Dabiii?!” you shouted his name almost naturally, this could be nobody’s doing but his. He came out of your room, his coat off while crimson blood covered his shirt and half of his face. You froze, letting out a terrified shriek.

“Ain’t my blood, stop fussing!” he scoffed, smirking playfully. “Don’t you worry doll, I’m all fine”

As if you were worried if he was fine or not. And the thought of that not being his blood made the situation way worse.

“What have you done?! How did you even get inside?!” you said, examining all the mess. “And where did this blood come from?!”

“Tch, so many questions. Check the bathroom for me will ya?” he responds nonchalantly. The bathroom? It sounds dubious at best.

“Why.. what’s in there?”

Dabi remained silent. He did hear your question of course, but he already gave you a clear hint. He is not the type to always talk too much. Scoffing in annoyance, you headed for your bathroom, the disgusting smell getting stronger. You hesitated at first, staying behind the closed door, preparing yourself for whatever could be inside.

A dead animal? A dead person? Maybe a burglar broke in and Dabi killed him.

Pushing the door open, what you saw still had you not prepared. It was your friend. His head was cut off, placed right on your skin, while the rest of his body lay to the ground, blood staining the entire floor.

The scream you let out would for sure wake up the entite neighbourhood. For that reason Dabi was quick to put his scarred hand on your mouth, muffling your terrified screams and cries.

“Shhhh it’s okay. You don’t like my gift?” he whispered in your ear. You fell on your knees, the grotesque sight of your poor dead friend had you hyperventilating.

“This bastard here had the audacity to knock at your door earlier, with a bunch of stupid flowers on his hand. Made me wanna puke. Can you imagine? How could I not kill him right there and then?!” Dabi continued, with disgust in his voice.

Your friend was a nice guy you met at work. You had been hanging out together lately after work and he was fun to talk to. It felt nice to find a good friend, and the gesture of him bringing you flowers was really sweet. Little did you know that you had put your friend in a great risk, Dabi had seen everything.

“He was my friend you fucking monster!!! He had done nothing wrong why did you do this?!” you screamed at him, getting away from his grasp.

“Your friend, ah? You are oblivious!” Dabi laughed. “Didn’t you see the way he looked at you? The way he looked at what’s mine? That was no friend sweetheart, that little shit really thought he could have a chance with you. But not on my watch. I’ve tolerated you a little too much, Y/N”

You made a run for your front door, to get the hell out of here and call the heroes or the police. Unfortunately the door was already locked now.

“I don’t mind you running, cause I love the chase. But now I’m in no mood for games” he grabbed your wrist harshly, pulling you closer to his warm body. The blood smeared on your clothes too, making you grimace in disgust.

“This is clearly your fault, princess. You didn’t set him boundaries, and look where that got him” he smirked, loving the way you were crying out of anger at his words. Dabi knew everything he said and did was vile and unacceptable, but he was a selfish bastard and didn’t care one bit.

He had made it his life purpose to break your mind, break your body and make you his on every aspect. So even when the day comes that he would let you go, you’d refuse and willingly come back to him instead, like the obedient little thing you are.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I am hating college sm I need some ultra fictional blorbos to get through the rest of this semester

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Oh no! Sorry to hear that!

Does it help to hear you will get the first words of chapter 4 of FIrelight?

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Eddie cleans up the broken glass on his kitchen floor as Buck explains. He should probably be sitting down for this. It’s sort of upsetting news. But he needs something tactile. Something to do with his hands so he doesn’t rip out his hair. Or cling to Buck like some sort of depressed octopus. So he’s on his knees, picking up broken shards of glass from a sticky, sopping mess, when, not for the first time in his life, someone else tells him what he is. 

“Uh, so… So Tommy’s entire demeanor shifted once he was away from you… And he didn’t really remember what happened. But he said you sounded like a song. Something I can’t hear. Probably because… You know. So then I thought, huh. Like a siren.”

Eddie pauses, dripping glass between his fingers. “A siren? Like a mermaid? What about this says mermaid to you?”

“I don’t think you’re a mermaid, Eddie,” Buck says. “I said like a siren.”

“Okay, good. Because mermaid would be ridiculous.”

“Do you want me to dunk you in the ocean just to check?” Buck asks flatly. 

“No! Just keep going.”

“You interrupted - Ugh, you know what? I’m letting it go. Okay, so then I remembered, I have read about a kind of… Scandinavian siren.”

“Scandinavian?” Eddie asks. “Like Sweden?”

“Not limited to Sweden, but yeah.”

“My mother… She was born in Sweden,” Eddie says. “Immigrated as a kid.”

Buck’s shoulders drop a little. “Okay, so… So, it’s… A possibility?”

“I don’t even know what it is,” Eddie reminds him. 

“Right, right,” Buck says, voice shaky. “Okay, so… Uh… There’s a lot of variance across the myth. Like regionally and across time.”

Eddie hates that word. Myth. Implies that it’s just magic. Not real. But Eddie is a real person. This is a real problem. It’s not just a story.

“But I’m thinking, uh, Huldra,” Buck continues. “Or, well… Apparently in Norwegian lore Huldrekall for a dude Huldra.” 

A dude Huldra. 

Awesome. 

“What does any of that mean, Buck?” Eddie sighs. 

“Well… Okay, so there’s a lot of variance, like I said, but… Think of a, like, forest lady with a fox or cow tail, a hollowed out back like a tree, and, uh, the ability to seduce and kill men.”

Eddie’s spine shivers. “A hollow back?”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Like a rotting tree hollow? I don’t know.”

“Holy fuck,” Eddie exhales.

“Didn’t you, uh… Ask me about your back?”

Eddie nods. “I’ve been dreaming I had a hollow back… The nightmares… Uh, my whole life.”

Buck’s mouth twitches a little. “So… I mean, that makes sense.”

Eddie wants to puke. “So I’m a tree monster that seduces and murders men?” 

This is terrible. This is the worst. 

Buck shrugs. “Um, I don’t think you have to? There are also stories of Huldra protecting travelers in the woods who are kind to them, and… And other good things.”

“None of this feels good,” Eddie complains. 

He finishes with the glass and gets a towel to soak up the beer. He’s moving around the kitchen, full of frantic energy.

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The rage room ends up being a lot of fun. Tiring, but fun. Buck doesn’t love that Lena is there. His legitimate replacement. But… He supposes that’s one of the things he needs to let go of. She’s nice enough to him. Despite what he’s sure was a pretty terrible first impression with the whole lawsuit thing. And, if he’s being honest, the whole reason he didn’t like her was because she was on his team, working and friendly with his best friend. He doesn’t need to be insecure about that anymore. Did Eddie go over to Lena’s place and kiss her? No. He did not. Buck wins. 

So he is polite to Lena back and he has a good night. It’s hard to keep his hands off Eddie. And his eyes. But he wants to respect Eddie’s boundaries, obviously. It’s probably just good sense, too. They have a lot to figure out. Doesn’t mean it’s easy, though. Because now that he knows he can be with Eddie, can touch him and kiss him and look at him in a whole new way… Well, he really likes looking at him! It’s kind of the best! Now that Buck knows he is attracted to man - probably men, if he self-reflects - he’s kind of blown away by how beautiful Eddie is when he lets himself think that way. Like… Eddie is gorgeous. Very pretty. Great for the eyes. Hard to be around and pay attention to other things going on. Buck actually does nearly walk into one of the metal barrels meant for smashing trying to stare at him. 

He feels a little silly. Like he’s in high school again or something. They keep meeting each other’s eyes across the room, then blushing or smiling or quickly looking away. It’s sort of fun, having a secret. Even if Buck would love to put a big old stamp on Eddie that says MINE. This is also sort of thrilling, in its own way. 

When they leave, it takes everything in Buck not to kiss Eddie in the car. Right there in the parking lot, where anyone could see them. 

“I’m going crazy,” he mutters as he starts the ignition on his new Jeep. The replacement from the one he lost in the tsunami.  

“Me too,” Eddie admits. “I felt like I was going to explode in there.”

“Good thing we were smashing shit,” Buck says. 

“Mhm,” Eddie replies, nodding a little more exaggeratedly than necessary. 

“So, uh… When we get back to your place…” Buck prompts. 

Eddie’s cheeks go a little red. “Uh huh.”

Buck smiles. “Okay, well… Good. I’ve, uh… I’ve done research.”

“Research into…” 

“Uh, you know,” Buck mumbles awkwardly. “Sex.”

Eddie just sort of blinks. “Like, you watched porn?”

“What?” Buck replies. “No! I mean, in my lifetime? Sure. But that’s not what I’m talking about!”

“Okay, then, uh, what?”

Buck feels a bit anxious now. Is he misreading this? He kind of thought the plan was to get back and fool around. And keep fooling around. 

“I’ve never had sex with a guy,” Buck says by way of explanation. 

“Right, I know. Me neither,” Eddie says. 

“But I want to, like, make sure it’s good for you… Uh, if and when…”

“If and when… Is tonight right?” Eddie asks. 

“Well, I sure hope so.”

“That’s, uh, that’s super considerate,” Eddie tells him. “The research. But, you know… We don’t have to put that much pressure on it, right?”

“R-right,” Buck replies. “Except, you know… Being good at sex is sort of something I can usually pride myself on, so…”

Eddie nods. “Okay. I get that. You’ve, uh… I’ve heard, I guess. Your stories.”

[mattsmommy69]

We cant be friends (part 1)

Summary: your best friends with Matt and nick but you and Chris are especially close. What happens when you’re drunk and Chris takes care of you.

Warnings: sub!chris, fem!reader, angst, fluff, pet names, aggression, puke

Notes: idk how I feel about this honestly. I randomly got motivated and literally did it and 2 hours so don’t be to mean. first Chris fic hope you enjoy! Don’t steal my work!!! Comment for a part two and I will make one!

I’m currently on the dance floor, drink in my hand, in my red little dress feeling better than ever. I was currently at Tara yummy’s 1 million party, what a fucking dream. It was even better than I imagined. Thankfully my best friends the sturniolo triplets invited me to come with them. (Specifically chris because he is my best friend and knew how much I wanted to come.) Chris watched me as I drunkenly danced and all he could think about was how bad I was gonna feel in the morning.

I decided to take a break from dancing and walk back to the bar (which was the last thing I needed to do) As I am about to make it to the counter I feel a harsh slap to my ass. “WHAT THE FUCK” I turn around to see a complete fucking stranger just smacked the fuck out of my ass and is grinning about it. “Why would you-“ I go to say before Chris comes up from behind me and grabs my arm to push me further away from the situation. Before I can open my mouth again to try and defend myself Chris punches the man that smacked my ass fully across the face and knocks him to the ground. “Ever touch my fucking girl ever again and I will kill you next time.” He says as he turns and grabs my arm and we walk out.

As he drags me out of the party I’m laughing and stumbling the whole time due to how drunk I was. “Are you okay y/n?, I’m so sorry he did that and you had to see that.” He says when we finally get to his car and he opens the passenger door for me. “It’s fine Chrissy, I kinda liked watching you punch someone for me anyway.” I say with a smile on my face. “You’re crazy.” Chris says with a smile also on his face. We both get into his car and I immediately feel the drunkenness take over and I’m exhausted. I decided to shut my eyes and take a nap during the car ride.

“Y/n wake up, we’re at my house.” Chris says while shaking me slightly. “I don’t wanna.” I say not moving an inch. “I’m not gonna let you sleep in my car sweet girl.” He says still shacking me slightly. “Your just gonna have to carry me in than.” I say still not moving trying not to grin. “Your lucky your my best friend and your drunk.” He says as he gets out and walks over to my side of the car. He picks me up out of the car bridal style and walks toward his front door. He fiddles with the keys for a second while still holding me. Once he finally gets the door open he takes me to his room downstairs and sets me on his bed. The mix of alcohol, adrenaline and stairs wasn’t a good one because I was about to throw up. “Chrissss” I say holding my stomach. “What’s the matter pretty girl?” He says kneeling down in front of me looking up at me with pure concern.

I push him out of the way and run to the bathroom trying to not throw up all over Chris and his room. I just barely miss the toilet and get it all over my dress and a little in the floor and I start to sob. “Chris I’m so fucking sorry I’m an idiot.” I say through my tears “No, sweetie there’s no reason to be so upset I promise it’s okay pretty girl, it was an accident” Chris says as he helps me clean up some of the mess and wipes my tears. “Can I burrow some clothes?” I say looking down at my puke covered dress and crying a little more. “Of course angel.” He says smiling and walking toward his closet.

He comes back with a hoodie and some sweats. “Here you go, you can wear these.” He says with a smile on his face. I try and walk out of the bathroom to grab the clothes from his hand but slip on the wet ground from cleaning the puke, he catches me before I can fully fall into the ground. “Fuck be careful sweet girl.” He says with a concerned look on his face. “Thx” I say awkwardly standing back up straight. “I’m gonna change now.” I say while shutting the bathroom door. I quickly get changed at suddenly I feel the need to cry again. I try and be as quiet as possible but I’m such a mess right now that Chris could still hear my sobs. He slowly opens the bathroom door, “Angel what’s wrong?” He says while walking toward me in the bathroom. “Just everything that happend at the bar and I threw up in your room and your probably mad at me and I drank way to much and..” I’m cut of by his palm over my mouth. “You did not deserve what happened at the party and I’m sorry, I am not mad at you and I never could be mad at you, and yes you did drink to much, but that’s okay. Stop being so hard on yourself sweet girl.” He says as he wipes the tears from my face. “Thank you Chrissy, I think I’m just tired.” At that he picks me up bridal style and lays me on his bed. I immediately sink into the mattress and shut my eyes. “Can I sleep in here?” I ask just to make sure he’s okay with hearing my snoring all night, I asked looking at him with a begging expression. “Of course sweet girl, Come here.” We both get under the covers and I wrap my arms around his waist and throw a leg over his legs. He starts to massage my hair and I shut my eyes and drift off to sleep in his arms.

Notes: this is my first Chris fic and I really love the ending! Hope you enjoy! I will probably make a part two if this does well!

[gakehc]

Cringe Lord

Joel can be so cringe that bothers you a lot but you can't deny that he is hot and he obviously thinks the same about you. Just the two of you alone in the studio can lead you to a naughty game.

♡ Author's note: I saw someone calling Joel "cringe lord" and I had this idea. Not my best work but I decided to post it anyway.

♡ Warnings:  This is a work involving real people but it's 100% fiction writen. Please remember that this is only for fun purposes and it doesn't reflect their real thoughts and behaviors. Don't take this work too serious. +18 only. Oral sex (m and f); dirty talk.

♡ Characters: Joel Hokka × fem reader

♡ Words: 1.956

♡ MASTERLIST HERE.

You run through the sidewalk avoiding bumping into people as you try to get to the studio as fast as you can. You are already late – one hour to be exact – so you don't want to make the boys wait even more for you. Niko and Joonas thought that it would be a good idea if you could help with the backing vocals for the next Blind Channel album since – according to them – you have a beautiful voice. You never really sang something professionally, just on drunk karaoke nights or Instagram stories so you are a little bit nervous; you would hate to do a bad job and disappoint your friends.

When you finally arrive you find it strange to hear only silence since the boys are always talking loud and laughing. Soon you realize that you are almost alone, the only one here besides you is Joel. He is sitting on the couch with his cellphone in hands, trying to take a good selfie or something like that. You hold a laugh when he starts to film something that probably is for his Tiktok account.

“Hey cringe lord” you say, making him jump in fright.

“Shit!” He says, dropping his phone on the center table.

“Don't stop because of me, please. I was having fun watching you being so ridiculous” you drop your purse at the table, sitting on his side on the couch.

He just rolls his eyes as he keeps recording himself. You two don't get along very well, you think Joel is kinda boring; always trying to be the vampire prince of darkness like Ville Valo or something. It makes you want to puke. On his side, he doesn't have enough patience for you because he thinks you are too nice – or miss perfect, like he always calls you.

“Where are the rest of the boys?” You ask.

“They got tired and hungry so they decided to go buy some food… You know that it's really bad when people have to wait hours for someone” he says, his eyes still locked on the cellphone screen.

“I got stuck at work. I'm sorry to make the other guys wait. About you… well, I'm not sorry” you give him a grin “What are you doing?”.

You grab the phone from his hands, reading the title of the filter he was trying on: Your love story in 2024. A loud laugh comes from your mouth and you try to hold but the idea of Joel caring about this kind of stuff sounds like a joke to you – even though he is just having fun.

“That's so pathetic!” You roll his eyes.

“I don't fucking care”.

He presses the button and starts to record, and soon the result appears: enemy to lovers. He tries to hide the result from you but your eyes already caught everything. A heath grows in your stomach just to think about the possibility of things changing between you and Joel. Yes, he is very – very – attractive and it would be nice to kiss him if he wasn't such a dumbass.

“Impossible” you say.

“Why? Are you the only enemy I have in my life?”.

“Well… if you are open to a relationship with those jerks from record labels who tried to take advantage from the band, I think I am the only one who would fit in this enemy to lovers type of shit. The other girls would kill to suck you small dick”.

“You don't know shit and it's not small”.

“Yeah, right!” You sound sarcastic.

“I bet I would make you choke on my cock with such an ease”.

“It's good for you to have such high self esteem but please you need limits. And I bet you couldn't make me cum even if your life depends on it”.

“Oh I know I could… give me five minutes and I will prove it to you”.

You laugh again but the idea doesn't sound bad to you. It would be nice to see how good mr. cringe lord can be and that doesn't mean you need to show him that you – maybe – are enjoying. Taking him by surprise, you pin him against the couch and straddle his lap. His blue eyes show desperation as he is still trying to figure out what to do with his hands.

“What is this?” He ask.

“You asked for five minutes. Show me what you can do”.

You can see his chest going up and down with the rhythm of his heart that is certainly beating really fast. He stares at your lip before finally kissing you, your mouth immediately open for his tongue to enter. He tastes good like mint drops or something, feels freshening. Joel is not as wild as you thought he would be, maybe he is a little afraid of pushing your limits. His big hands roam through your back, entering above your shit and touching your skin, making you shiver from head to toe. You lift your arms so he can take your shit off and so he does, taking his own shirt right after. The scar next to his shoulder steals your attention and you lick it, making sure to look deep into his eyes and smile.

“Fucking whore” he gruns, bitting his lower lip.

“And you're boring. I can't believe I am still wearing my bra”.

Joel finally opens your bra and tosses it to the other side of the room. He bites your nipple carefully, making you feel a soft pain that takes a moan from you, which makes him smirk. His hand is so big that he can hold your boob entirely and squeeze roughly, his fingers playing with your nipple.

“You're not impressing me” you tease him.

He rolls you and makes you lay on your back, taking off your shoes and jeans. He laughs to see that your underwear is wet, proving that he has impacted you. He pushes the fabric to the side, revealing your soaking wet folds. He inserts two fingers inside of you without warning, hooking them until he finds the spongy spot that surely will make you cum.

“Hm… you're smart” you say, noticing how quick he can find your sweet spot.

He takes his finger in and out but what makes it almost impossible for you to hold your moans is when his tongue touches your clit. He licks you right there when you need the most, fast and intensely, taking you by surprise on how fast you are feeling your orgasm growing. It's almost impossible to hide the fact that your clit is throbbing, Joel is probably feeling on his tongue, but you try to put on your best bored face because you would never admit that he is making you cum so fast. You can feel him smiling while he sucks your folds non stop, deep inside he is enjoying finally tasting you. He can act like he hates you but the fact it's that he always thought about eating you out. His big nose all smeared with your juices is such a nice scene for you.

You bite your lower lip when you feel your apex taking control, trying not to show any emotion but Joel notices that your back is contracting and your legs are shaking involuntarily. He grins sensually, feeling satisfied to know that he was right: your orgasm took less than five minutes to come.

“It seems that I was right” he says.

“Maybe. You also said that I would choke in your cock. I doubt that”.

He gets on his knees on the couch and unbutton his pants, your eyes shining as you watch his bulge getting bigger inside his underwear. It doesn't seem to be small at all. He pulls down his underwear, his cock free and hard as a rock, precum leaking and making your mouth water. It's not that thick but it's definitely long and can easily reach your throat. You lean towards his crotch, looking in his eyes before taking your tongue out and leaving a small lick at the tip of his cock. He seems nervous – maybe desperate to feel your pretty lips around him. He holds your head and pushes against his cock, making you suck the whole thing, the tip touching the deepest part of your mouth. You close your eyes and try not to cough as he pulls it in and off, fucking your mouth slowly. Joel is enjoying seeing you struggling to suck him, your eyes already watering. You try to breathe with your nose while he quickens the pace, even though it's hard to have everything in your mouth you are enjoying. Soon, you hold his shaft with your hands and then go slow to play with his balls. That's a clear sign that you are having fun.

“Look at you… you are enjoying it, aren't you?” He says, his voice sounding almost like a groan.

You roll your eyes but you keep going, Joel doesn't even need to move his hips anymore. Saliva starts to drip down your chin and you know you probably look like a total mess.

“What if the boys see you here sucking me like the whore you are?” He asks.

His words turn you on even more and you wish you could feel him inside of you but it would be too risky – the door is unlocked, the boys could enter at any minute. You feel the rush making your heart beat faster, Joel cursing and groaning as he feels that he is about to cum.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum…” he closes his eyes with pleasure.

“Fill my mouth, then” you only take his cock out from your mouth to say those words.

Joel's moans are extremely sexy when he reaches his orgasm, the warm liquid reaching your throat as you swallow everything quickly. He puts his underwear and pants back as you do the same with your jeans and your shirt. You see your face on your cell phone screen and your face is smeared in saliva and melted mascara. You quickly wipe it with a tissue that you always carry on your bag, looking normal again. Soon, you hear the voices from the other guys: they are finally here. Joel smirks as he thinks about how lucky you are because he finished on time for you to not get caught.

“About what happened…” he says.

“We will finish this later, at my apartment”.

Your answer takes him by surprise. He didn't expect you to want to be with him again and it seems that you have plans.

“Let's see if your cock is good inside my pussy” you say, without looking at him as you wait for the door to open.

Finally, you see Niko, Joonas and Aleksi entering the door. They are happy to see you as they carry some paper bags with food.

“Hey! You're here!” Joonas says “Sorry to make you spend time with Joel”.

“Not a big deal. Actually, I was pretty late so I am the one who needs to apologize”.

“That's ok”.

“Joonas?” Niko asks “Is that your bra?” He lifts the bra that he found next to the door.

“That's not mine, dude! I like to let my beautiful tits free”.

“Aleksi?”.

“Nope. Not mine” Aleksi laughs.

The three boys look at you and Joel, waiting for an answer.

“Well… it's mine” Joel says, taking the piece from Niko's hand.

“Yeah, I see…”.

You feel your face getting red. How could you forget your bra? Now it's clear to everyone that something naughty happened here but the boys are nice enough to not talk about it and make you feel ashamed.

“Mystery solved. Now let's work”.

[notoriousbeb]

TTPD Thoughts - The Manuscript (Pt. 1)

TTPD Notes Glossary

"Fortnight"  

Definitely written in the spring of 2023. I think the video was shot in the fall.  

The concept of treason/being a traitor comes up in reference to Harry in 1989 as well (“you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor”)  

In the music video, the typewriter Taylor is using is missing the 1 key (like the song “The 1”?) and she leaves several blank spaces in her writing of “I love you, it’s ruining my life” (perhaps a nod to the “Blank Space” song?)  

When Taylor and Post Malone are laying in the Taylor head silhouette it's a callback to the "Style" music video from the original 1989 era, where the Harry stand in guy is standing on a beach in a silhouette of Taylor's head.  

You know who is tattooed and kinda hot and thus a good Harry stand in a MV? Posty.  

I think she's envisioning a kind of nightmare future of being trapped in the metaphorical neighborhood that is their small industry and having to watch him move on while she continues to love him (ugh. thanks, it's beautiful and sounds awesome and i hate it).  

The last new album, "Midnights,” ends with "Hits Different,” on the line, "Is that your key in the door, down the hallway? Is that your key in the door, is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away? To take me away?" First line of Fortnight, the first song on TTPD? "I was supposed to be sent away but they forgot to come and get me.”  

A slight diversion into "Hits Different" and why I've always believed it's about Harry:  She's clubbing, so that narrows down the choices right away to either Harry or Calvin, but based on how she went right from Calvin to Tom to Joe and was definitely not heartbroken enough to be puking, but rather immediately enamored with someone else....We learn that, technically, she broke up with him ("curse the space that I needed") but she's devastated. Like "I broke my own heart, cuz you were too polite to do it?" This really seals it as 1989 Harry to me.  

“The Tortured Poets Department”  

Definitely written in the spring of 2023  

“Who else decodes you?” reminds me of how Harry called their back-and-forth song writing to/about each other (cue the “Fortnight” typewriter smoke battle) “the most amazing unspoken dialogue ever.”  

A “tattooed golden retriever?” I mean… come the fuck on. That’s a Harry descriptor if I’ve ever seen one.  

“You’re in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down on the road, but I’ve seen this episode and I still love the show.” “You awaken with dread pounding nails in your head. But I’ve read this one where you come undone." These aren’t the words of someone who merely wondered about what it would be like to be with a friend or acquaintance. These are two people who deeply know each other and have been together before.  

Also, Harry has documented anxiety that she’s also sung about it previously (“did you get anxious though, on the drive home?” - Now That We Don’t Talk)  

I hate and love the fact that they both told people they would kill themselves if it didn’t work out. I hate it, because that’s a terrible, dumb plan. But I love the passion. Also, who is Lucy? Was he taking to Lucy from Boygenius? That Lucy openly dislikes Matty on main, so I think it’s weird people are using her as a proof point that this song is about him. Did Taylor change that particular name here because it would have been a dead giveaway for this song being about Harry?  (Someone like, Ed, perhaps?)

“My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys  

Probably written in spring 2023  

She refers to the muse as the “sickest (I believe this is a double meaning as in cool and also having mental illness issues) army doll purchased at the mall.”  

You ever seen a G.I. Joe under the fatigues? They don’t look like a pasty ex heroin addict. They do look like a certain former boy-bander from Manchester, though. Just saying.  

“Oh, here we go again,” “put me back on my shelf,” “we could’ve played for keeps this time,” “I knew too much/there was danger in the heat of my touch,” “he saw forever so he smashed it up.” Again, these are things you say about someone you’ve been with before, on and off, not someone you saw in concert twice and worked with once. You, especially, don’t see forever with someone after only 20 days.  

“But you should’ve seen him when he first got me.” We did see Matty. Was there someone else in the background who, perhaps, we did not see? Perhaps a certain curly haired former Boy Bander?

“‘Cause it fit too right/Puzzles pieces in the dead of night.” Hmm. Doesn’t sound like the mediocre sex described in “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived” to me

Want to know what lines had me crying in the club on my sad girl walk? “Just say when—I’d play again. He was my best friend down at the sand lot.” Again, these are two people who know each other very well, and have for a long time.  

[unreal-unread]

Gone Girl – 5/5 ⭐

Boy meets girl. Girl disappears, assumed to have been murdered. Boy is the prime suspect, except: He didn’t do it. But someone clearly wants it to look like he did. So, where is his girl?

1/15/25

(Progress: 30%)

I fucking hate Nick Dunne. No buts. 

That man should kill himself never be any role model for anyone. 

I know this happens. I know people cheat. But, sue me, I don't care why he cheated, I don't care if he thought he was alone. Before this, I didn’t like him. But it was more about not caring about him, seeing his earlier depiction of his personality contrast so harshly with what a cheating asshat he seems to be. 

to quote a row of texts I sent to my friend earlier today when the memory of the new information in the book still stung and made my prefrontal cortex shrivel to half its size:

12:47 i wanna kill the protagonist of the book i’m reading

12:47 for real

12:47 i hate him

12:47 #NickDunneOnTheCross2025

Excuse my violent religious imagery, I really don't know why this passage about him cheating hit me so much. Even though I could puke and keel over at the thought of Nick cheating on Amy with a much younger woman (I don't know where all these detailed images come from), I have no idea why this plot point bothered me so insanely. You have no idea. Maybe it’s just been a long time since a book has managed to give me the emotional equivalent of a stabbing with a dull knife but still right in the heart, just weirdly twisting the thing inside my guts to do as much damage with it (imagery!! oh my god!!) but this? Am I afraid to end up like Amy or like the mistress? Both only loved to a limited capacity? By the same man who could not give less of a fuck about a woman if she isn’t his super cool dudette Bitchass Twin Sister? Am I mad? Can you really tell? Update later. Can’t right now. Need to figure out why men say they like feminine women but whine when they order an espresso martini and dont shotgun five bud lights stacked on top of each other. But if you have parents who name you Nick and Go, which sounds like a damn pickpocketing technique now that I think about it, I too would get my attention elsewhere or maybe open a bar with a name about as creative as the band “The The”. 

1/16/25

(Progress: 32%)

Never mind. I don't actually hate his sister because she called him out on his BS at the end of the chapter. She’s so real for that.

1/17/25

(Progress: 100%)

Okay. Fucking hell. What? 

Looking back on my remarks at about 30% I almost feel silly. I‘m assuming that this trajectory of emotions — confusion, anger, more anger, realization, anger-infused confusion — was exactly what Flynn wanted, and it almost feels disappointing that I fell right into the trap and followed that exact path. But: That also means I experienced this book how it was meant to be experienced! Even though by the end I wasn’t sure why all I’d ever hear about it had to do with the “Cool Girl Monologue”. I mean, her multiple page-ramble about chili-dog-overenthusiastic women was fun to read, but by far not the most important or most impressive of it all. (I did post an underlined passage of this part on my instagram story, the same way you’d tell people your favourite song from The Bends is Just, not because it actually is — it’s actually a close call between Planet Telex and Black Star — but because it’s more likely they know it and all you care about is conveying “Hey, I like this!” by letting them know you like listening to Thom Yorke whine while lying on the floor. No individual song, or, in this case, book passage differentiation needed. The difference isn’t as gaping as it is between people whose favourite Metallica song is The Call of Ktulu and Nothing Else Matters. End of rant. Closing the parentheses now.) 

Fun fact: The last half of this book had me in an insane chokehold. I came back home from the dentist, half of my mouth anesthetized and everything, an accidental devious smirk gracing my lips every time I try to smile, and I sat down in an armchair, started reading, and the next time I got up I had both finished the book and inadvertently waited out the anesthesia. Life hack time: if your mouth is numb but you're hungry and seriously debate eating a roll despite probably biting raw the entire inside of your cheek while doing it, just inhale 300 pages of an amazingly insane character and her asshat victim hubby. 

In the span of a month, Nick Dunne goes from “Where’s my pretty princess of a wife? Anyone seen her? Hey, this ottoman’s kinda heavy.” to “iwannakillmywifereallyreallyreallybadplzzz.”.

In the past month, I did interesting things such as:

A) Sleep.

B) Read.

C) Eat.

D) Go to class.

E) Run away and frame my husband as a murderer only to realize that, from my perspective, our fucked minds fit together like an insanely difficult jigsaw puzzle and I kill my ex instead and pretend he held me hostage and tortured me which he saw as an unconventional display of affection through his beast eyes.

The answer is: All of them except for E. (And A maybe, but it can all be accredited to this book.) Crazy, right? Okay, I’m gonna get my thoughts in order now.

The first hundred or so pages were good, but you could really feel that they were leading up to something truly fucked. And I had my suspicions about how fucked this was going to get, but I wasn’t even close. The constant switch between him detailing gruesome discoveries about her disappearance that somehow all led to him and her drawing this picture of fate bringing them together, everything being a perfect,  beautiful New York life really did it for me. Especially as her diary entries begin to bring along this acid aftertaste over time. There was a point at which I asked myself if he really didn't do it. Because how couldn’t he? She was Amazing Amy after all! 

The first point at which I raised my eyebrows concerningly high was when it was revealed that, yes, she did in fact come to the abandoned mall. But it wasn’t by force, it was to buy a gun. A damn gun of all things! The reaction of the guy who recognized her basically foreshadowed her “actual” personality. I could feel the weight of that “Oh shit, her?” through the pages when they showed him the picture. Other than that, nothing to report. Until we reach the 200-page mark, obviously. 

Andie. The perfect girl to blame everything on. The whole thing. The entire affair. All her doing as a twenty-something year old seductress. He just couldn’t resist. God, I want to shake her. On one hand, she’s a grown adult. She knew he was married, she knew his sister was literally down the hall when she tried to have sex with him because the disappearance of his wife doesn’t have anything to do with her because to Andie, Amy was always a distant character. Present enough to have questions asked about her but apparently not present enough to be seen as an actual obstacle when her husband was right there, being the poor, mistreated man he was, serving her drinks in the bar Amy’s parents’ exploitative business paid for. Andie is the manifestation of someone that the stereotypical wife-character would cry herself to sleep over. She’s younger, more attractive, probably even bakes for Nick. She craves attention in a way she could only ever really get in a real, official relationship with an available man, and still, she’s dumbing herself down to this. This belief only deepens when you think about how she’s sacrificing another woman’s happiness for her obsessive fling rooted in the small flicker of hope that he might one day leave his wife. Who would in turn take the bar, so that’s not happening, I guess. 

And yet, even after all that, if you told me you genuinely despised Andie, I’d think you haven’t actually read the book. It takes two to tango, in this case it’s a married man with a house and the wish to be a father someday and a college student who has nothing to lose in the love department. The playing field wasn’t exactly even. Like putting a cool sticker onto a surface it just won’t stick to. If you hadn’t tried putting it there, it would still be sticky enough to put somewhere else. But now that the protective paper’s off, you’re mad because you just wasted a sick sticker and also glad you did try to put it where it doesn’t belong so you now have certainty over the surface and won’t try again. Except that Andie’s palms are already rubbed raw from trying to make the sticker stay in place. Okay. Andie is not seulement to blame, we got it, no more stickers now. 

I’ll admit it now: I did not care for her time in that Hide-A-Way Cabin. I understand its importance in relation to her development and the need for her to be there, without money, because it’s an essential part of the plot, but I just couldn’t find it in me to really give a shit. Sorry, Jeff and Greta. Continuing. 

The Desi twist was something I really didn’t expect. I guess it wasn’t that far of a stretch for her to go from manipulating people and making them out to have done horrible things to her to actually killing someone. Still, didn’t think she had it in her, was all I thought while following the events of the last hundred pages.  Amazing Amy wins once again, they all shouted from the rooftops in unison, unaware of the silenced husband reduced to an obedient dog in the corner of their home soon to be filled with baby cries while his possible writer epitome Psycho Bitch rots in a recycle bin on his laptop.

[snaillamp]

JOD - day 14 - What A Night...

Drunk Villain shenanigans, with a very tired and annoyed Hero trying to stop them from getting into trouble. Chaos ensues.

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Masterlist

Day 14: “What were you thinking?” | Slurred speech | Impalement | Fight |

Hero heard a crash in the alleyway. ‘Probably rats.’ They thought, puling the hood of their hoodie up as they kept jogging. The sound of retching made them stop again. The cold wind of the night blew against their loose, sweaty clothes.

They had gone for a jog because of the peace and quiet of the night and yet, here they were, interrupted. Approaching the sound cautiously, they looked around a bin, finding someone on their knees, throwing up their guts. 



“Hey, do you need help?” Hero asked, touching the shaking person’s shoulder. They slurred some words that sounded like cursing in response, then looked up at Hero, who felt a chill rush down their spine.


It was Villain.

“Villain? Are you okay?” Hero asked, kneeling down to their level. “Shhhhhhureeeee…” The stench of alcohol wreaked from Villain’s breath. Hero felt conflicted, on one hand, this was Villain, their mortal enemy who had tried to kill them multiple times, but on the other hand they were vulnerable here in the street. Villain usually had a gravitas, an air of grandeur and confidence, but not right now. They were a sweating, slurring, spewing mess.

“Do you need help?” Asked Hero, their tone slightly amused. “Nahhhhhh. I’m finnnnnnne.” They gagged as more puke came up. Hero jumped back avoiding the acidic substance spilling from Villain’s mouth, but not before grimacing at the smell. “Yeah, you’re not fine.” They stepped around the new puddle, pulling Villain’s arm over their shoulders and guiding them out of the alley. Villain stumbled as they gained their footing, or at least attempted to. “Whaddaya doing?” They asked as they realised what was happening. Hero helped Villain down, off the curb and onto the road.

They crossed the street with them, which took them to the local park. There was grass there, so if Villain had to throw up, at least there would be something to absorb it a little. Hero helped them sit on a park bench, steering clear from the splash zone in case of any potential vomiting happened. 

Villain lay back and stared at the stars.

Hero sat tentatively next to them, hunched forward. They pulled their hood off their head. Villain turned to Hero, “Why are you helping me?” Their voice wavered as they slowly and clumsily formed each word. Hero glanced up, “You’re drunk.” Villain looked back up at the stars. “I might be a little bit drunk,” Villain started, earning a snort from Hero. “A little?” Villain looked at Hero, “Okay pwetty drunk. But my point schtill schtannnns.” They lifted a floppy hand to point at Hero. “But I know… who ya are… You’re Hero.”

Hero sat up properly, their back dead straight as a chill ran down it. “Yeah, I am, Villain.” Villain leaned onto Hero’s shoulder, making Hero turn their head to save their nose from the smell of beer and puke. “Shho, why are you helping me… If you hate me?” Hero froze for a second, considering the question as Villain hiccuped. “I have no idea.”

Hero stared out into the park. They used to skateboard here as a teen, they could see the outline of the bowl in the distance. Hero searched for the right words. “I can’t believe I almost have sympathy for you right now. You’re a bad person, I shouldn’t waste my sympathy on you.” Villain nodded, hiccuping again. Their voice was quite matter of fact as they spoke up. “Everyone hateshme...”

Hero pouted in slight annoyance, “Of course people hate you, you ruin their lives, take everything from them. How can you expect love and kindness when all you give is hate?” They shrugged Villain off their shoulder. “You’re showing me kindness.” A quiet voice pointed out. “You could leave me here, but you’re not.”

Hero sighed in frustration. “That’s what I do, I guess. Help people without judgement, even if I don’t want to.” Villain patted Hero on the back, “That’ssh a good thing. I wisssch I co-could be more like you, Hero…” They drunkenly patted Hero on the back.

Villain stood, swaying as the stumbled down the path towards the skate bowl. Hero tiredly stood, walking behind them slowly, annoyed. They were gonna have to babysit Villain till they sobered up. “Great.” They muttered to themself. 

They reached the edge of the skate bowl, Villain sniffed, looking down into it, leaning too far over. Hero grabbed their shoulder and pulled them back. “Careful idiot, you’ll fall in.” Villain staggered, as Hero tugged them to the ground. “If you have to go over here, at least sit on the edge.” They lowered Villain’s legs over the edge of the steep bowl, staring into the dark abyss.

Villain swung their legs against the edge of the bowl. “Shooo...” Hero plonked down next to them as they lay back against the ground. Villain smiled at the stars above them, reaching their hand up and counting then. “They’re shooo pwetty...” They gurgled, before they rolled and threw up against the concrete below them. Hero scrunched up their face and inched away a little. “Gross.” They mumbled. “I heard that...” Villain remarked, before belching. Hero’s face said it all at that point, “You’re disgusting.”

Villain shook their head. “No, I’m dishgusting when I’m drunk...” “Which you are.” Hero retorted. Villain stared at the stars with a sad look on their face, “My life hasssch fallen apart, Hero... I’m alone in the world, with nothing and nobody. No home, family, life… all I’ve done is dededi-dedicated myshelfff to this purssshuit of power. Annn for what? What do I have to show for it? Nothhhing...” Hero lay back against the ground more, “You did this to yourself.” they answered. “I knooooooow.” Villain sighed, grabbing at more stars. ‘This is so weird...’ Hero thought to themself.

Villain glanced at the tired Hero, “You could take me out right here. When I can’t fight for shhhhhit. But you’re not. Shhhome people would say you should take advantangshhh of the shhhituation... I think a little part of me wantssshh you to... An a little part of you too...”

Hero shook their head in disbelief, “You’re serious? No, Villain. I’m no gonna hurt you.”  Villain cackled, kicking their legs in the air, hiccuping again. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Hero’s exasperation was increased. “Hero. I didn’t think it’d be like thisssh, when we were out of the ussshhual scenario.” They went silent for a moment before saying something that made Hero sit up in confusion.

“I wasss always jealoussh of you, Hero. You sssave people and everyone likesshh you. I want that shhometimes...” “You have to earn that and it isn’t easy. I don’t live a glamorous life like you Villain. Hell, I live paycheck to paycheck. You live in a mansion.”

“But are you happy?” Villain countered, a snide smile forming. “Sometimes. Sometimes I just want to walk away from it all though... Why am I telling you this?” Hero asked themself, astounded. Villain’s smile faded as they sat up, patting Hero’s shoulder. “You’re a good persshhon, you know.” Hero rolled their eyes, “So I’ve been told... repeatedly.” Villan shook their head violently, “No. I mean it. You’ve make people feel hope, feel shhhafe. You’re a hero for a reasshhhon.”

Hero turned, frowning at Villain. “Yeah, because I protect them from people like you.” Villain sighed, looking genuinely guilty. “I know. But I’m too far gone now. I don’t even have hen-hent-schhhmen anymore. I am alone in a marble boxshhh and you... you have a life beyond this...” Villain gestured at them both.

“What do you want Villain?” Hero ran a hand through their hair. “My identity is a secret. I don’t get paid for what I do, I work a shitty 9-5. You are set for life with all the money you’ve stolen or made doing things for other villains.” “But I don’t have any joy. Every day is the same. We aren’t shhhho different, you ‘n me, Hero...” Villain’s slurred speech began to get worse, “Hey... I don... ffffeel sssshhhgood...” They grabbed Hero’s arm as they fell forward, pulling them both down into the bowl. Hero tried to grab the edge, but Villain’s dead weight pulled them too fast. With a crack, Hero’s head hit the concrete at the bottom of the bowl, as a streak of pain shot through their head and they gasped in pain.

Hero moaned as they clutched their bleeding temple, coming to. They heard shuffling around the bowl and Villain muttering something. As they lay there, they realised what they were saying, “What were you thinking...? Ssshtupid Villain. Sssshhtupid. You were finally getting ssssomewhere and you sc-screwed it up. You killed them...” Hero sat up, a wave of vertigo washing over them. Villain noticed they were awake and with a gasp, rushed over. Their face, illuminated in the moon light, wasn’t much better than Hero’s, though Hero couldn’t be sure how much blood was theirs.

“You’re okay!” Villain whispered, hiccuping as they stuck their face close to Hero’s. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Hero grimaced, moving their nose away from Villain’s breath. “Just... Help me stand up.” Villain obliged, helping Hero to their feet and steadying them as they swayed, vertigo getting worse. “You’re not okay...” Villain pointed out, also swaying, probably more than Hero.

“Leshshh get outta here...” Villain mumbled, falling on their butt. Hero pressed their hand against their head, it seemed to help the swaying subside as they finally got their balance. “Wait there.” They mumbled, taking a couple steps back. They did a quick run up, leaping and scrambling out of the bowl. They lay on their stomach and reached a hand out. “Grab on.”

Villain crawled over shakily, reaching out and grasping Hero’s hand. Grunting, Hero eased the struggling Villain out of the skate bowl, before pulling them up to their feet. Villain began to tilt backwards, “Oh no you don’t.” muttered Hero as they grabbed onto them, guiding them away from the edge. They both collapsed onto the grass, panting as the cool, wet blades pricked their skin. Villain wretched, causing Hero to rapidly scramble away, but there was nothing left to come up. Villain coughed, before slumping back down onto the grass. “I feel like shit.” Hero sighed, finally done with Villain’s escapades. “Well, what were you thinking getting so drunk then? You did that to yourself.” Villain rolled over with a great effort, moaning dramatically. “Nooooo, I hurt you. When I woke up, you were still out and when I tried to wake you... You wouldn’t wake up.” A tear welled up in Villain’s eye. “I never wanted to hurt you, Hero...”

This made Hero scowl, “You’ve shot me, blown up a building on me and done just about everything you can to hurt me. I was in a month long coma because of you at one point, Villain! I am covered in scars, most of them are from you.” They groaned, running their hand through their hair in frustration. “Stop throwing yourself a pity party, and actually do something with your life. For fuck’s sake Villain, look at yourself!” Hero began to storm off, Villain calling out behind them, “I meant it Hero! It’s different when we are doing our jobs, but I never meant to hurt you. Please! Wait.” Their whines got further and further away as Hero marched down the footpath.

The wind ripped at their hoodie as they tried to start jogging again, but their head hurt too much. Sighing, Hero turned around to head back the way they came to go home. “Wait... No, NO!” Villian’s agonised scream ripped through the air causing Hero’s head to snap up. “What?” They breathed, taking off toward the sound, ignoring the pounding in their head.

Reemerging at the park, Hero gasped in horror at what they saw. Superhero was standing over Villain, a dripping knife in their hand. Villain’s arm was bent at a strange angle as they lay on the ground, breathing heavily. Hero reached for their phone, dialling a number. A sleepy Sidekick answered, “Hero, what the fuck it’s 3am?” “Sidekick. Get to the skate park in North Beach, now.” Their tone of voice was enough to make Sidekick hang up immediately. “Hey!” Hero called out to Superhero. “Oh, Hero... Well this is a pickle.” They pressed a heavy boot square on Villain’s chest, making them cry out in pain, “...stop...pplease....” They stuttered, shuddering. Hero saw red, rushing at Superhero, feeling their body explode with adrenaline. They didn’t care about anything anymore, Superhero was out of line, beating a person while they were down. Superhero let Hero rush into them, shoving them.

“Why!?” Screamed Hero.

Superhero snarled, “You said it yourself, Hero. Honestly I couldn’t have put it better, but then again, you were always one with words.”

Hero felt their breath hitch, “How long have you been watching?” Superhero shrugged. “Long enough. Well, long enough to know you were too weak to do the right thing.” The final two words sent a shiver down Hero’s spine as Superhero drawled their smooth, suave talk. “I don’t hit someone when they are down. I have restraint. I have a conscience. I know right from wrong, and this... this ain’t right.” They growled, assuming a fighting stance. Superhero smiled. “Oh, you self righteous little prick. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Superhero swung at Hero with amazing speed. Hero managed to duck, slipping behind the hero’s body and kicking their knee. Superhero fell to the ground, before picking themself up and swinging at Hero. Hero jumped back, avoiding the punch by a hair and stumbling. They glanced over at Villain for a fraction of a second. They were pressing their chest, a small amount of blood bubbling out.

In that brief moment of distraction, Superhero’s fist cracked against Hero’s jaw, their foot meeting Hero’s chest, sending them spinning to the ground. Landing hard, the wind knocked out of them, Hero spat blood. “I never liked this part of the job, but it is my duty to weed out the weak, Hero. It’s a shame really, you were always so promising.” Hero felt the rage inside them explode.

“Are you saying, all this time, the heroes going missing and ending up dead... that was you?” Superhero smiled sympathetically, “I can’t take credit for all of them, but yes, a lot were me. I have to ensure that the heroes protecting this city are strong, without compromise. If not, the villains will win.” Hero scowled.  “You’re wrong!”

Rushing at the hero, Hero unleashed a series of punches and kicks, Superhero blocking and giving just as many, if not more. Hero’s body was screaming for them to stop, as Villain gasped. Hero instinctively looked at Villain, who’s face gave them all the warning they needed. They twisted out of the way, but not before a strong hand caught their arm, pulling them close.

The knife pierced their stomach before they realised what was happening. The pain cut through everything else and the world felt still and quiet. Hero’s senses were all firing at once, but they felt nothing as they slumped to the cold wet ground.

Bright lights lit up the park as Hero heard a car door slam. Superhero glanced up, before taking off into the night.

Hero felt themself growing cold, the world growing dark as they tried to breathe.

They groaned as the annoying beeping cut through the pitch black silence. Peeling their eyes open, they shut them immediately as the bright white light pierced their retinas. They felt someone grab their arm and they flinched. “Hero it’s me.” Sidekick’s low, quiet voice comforted them. Hero opened one eye, looking at their ‘partner in crime’.

“Where... am I?”

Sidekick raised their eyebrows, “Hospital, Hero. You were stabbed pretty badly. It was touch and go there for a while... You scared me.” Hero squinted, trying to remember what they could of the night. It was all a blur. Suddenly, a knot caught in their stomach, “Villain?” their anxious tone quite obvious. “They’re on the mend. I won’t say they’re fine, they had a collapsed lung. But they should recover with time.” Hero sighed with relief.

“The mayor also wanted to send their regards. You managed to get a few good hits on Superhero, they were found a little way away, licking their wounds. Anyway, they won’t be doing anymore crime fighting any time soon. Rest up Hero, I gotta let the nurse know you’re awake.” Hero nodded, feeling fuzzy from the medication they were on.

What a night they had had...

[the-berf]

The Beef wasn't exactly in the best location in the city. Sure, there was decent footfall but there was also a turf war and they were on the clash line. In a way it was inevitable that someone would take one look and decide it was the kind of place that could be robbed.

"Hand over your money and nobody gets hurt."

Richie almost laughed until he looked up and saw a gun pointed at him. Palms up to placate, he raised his eyebrows.

"Well fuck me, you're serious. You sure you want to do this?" The safety clicked off and Richie cleared his throat. "Sure. I hope you like disappointment. Let me just-" a hand slowly lowered to the till. "-get you all...uh...fifty three dollars and, heh, sixty-nine cents."

The robber stared at him, incredulous. "That seriously all you got?"

"Post-covid, most people pay card, you know?"

"Don't shit me. Where's your safe?"

Of course Carmy had to stick his stupid nose into things in that very moment. He took in the scene with almost amusement until the gun was levelled at him. Then his face shuttered off, blank and tight.

"Yo. Why you threatening my cousin?" The robber's hand wavered as Carmy approached and stood firmly in front of the counter, shielding Richie with his own body. "Are you seriously trying to rob us?"

"Get me to your safe. Now!"

Leaning in, arms crossed over his chest and cocky, Carmy was almost gleeful to reply, "No."

Richie half expected the gun to go off. Instead, the robber spun it and pistol whipped Carmy who staggered under the blow, trying to catch himself on the counter. Rather than rally, he sank down into a boneless heap as he lost consciousness.

"Shit." Richie peerer over the counter. "Cuz?" No response. "Carmen? Cousin? You good?" In the silence he looked up at the robber. "The fuck you do that for? Did you kill him?!"

The robber turned and ran, leaving Richie to vault over the counter as he rushed to Carmy's side. Thank fuck he was breathing.

"Can I get some hands here!" He yelled, trusting someone, anyone, to come help. Sure enough, Tina appeared a moment later and was sent running for ice. She returned with that and Syd in tow.

"Who's the first aider here?"

To Syd's question Tina pointed at Carmy. Of course it had to be him.

"Some jagoff pistol whipped him. Don't think that's covered in any course." Richie pressed the ice to where Carmy had been struck and he could have cried in relief that it seemed to help bring him round. That relief didn't last long though because the groan turned into a squirm then it was a matter of trying to help flip Carmy so he didn't choke on his own puke. Once he seemed done, eyes blinking against the lights, Richie leaned over him to get a good look.

"Cousin?"

"Fuck." Maybe Carmy was better than expected, if he responded in such a Carmy-like way. Except his eyes were looking around, squinting but his breath hitched. "Wha-? Why? Mikey's gonna kill me."

Heart squeezing, Richie was saved from having to try and reply by Syd butting in.

"Hey Carmy. How you doing?"

Blinking hard, Carmy obviously had trouble focusing. But that was probably the least of their worries when the next question out of his mouth was, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oookay." Syd leaned back. "Is that weird? Because that's weird to me."

Only expletives crossed Richie's mind. They needed Carmy comfortable and out of the public eye in order to figure out what was going on. Nodding to himself, he came up with a plan on the fly.

"Syd, close up. Carmen, I'm going to take you to the office. Tina, call Nat then help Syd."

"No!" The protest was near panicked from Carmy and he groaned, hand going to his head which was probably pounding. "He can't see me. He'll kill me. Said I was banned."

There were only so many times Richie's heart could be ripped from his chest. He couldn't handle telling Carmy the truth about Mikey. Couldn't bear the idea of seeing him learn the truth again. So he lied. Lied to protect them both.

"It's his day off. He'll never know. Don't you worry."

Scooping Carmy up, he groaned. For all appearances, his cousin sure was compact. Thankfully the route to the office had been cleared and Richie deposited him on the couch. At the telling groan, he put the trashcan next to Carmy for good measure.

"Thanks. How's Tiff?"

Just when Richie thought things couldn't get worse, they did. He needed to stop being such an optimist about how much lower the bar could get. Bending the truth by omission, he cleared his throat.

"Good. She's good. You?"

The hollow laugh from Carmy was answer enough but he deigned to add words. "Banned from the family restaurant no matter what I achieve. Mikey won't pick up the phone anymore. Sugar keeps telling me to call Mom. I live for the moment service finishes so I can go for a smoke. So yeah, great."

Talking was good, right? Richie had a vague recollection of not letting people sleep if they hit their head. Or was it when they took certain drugs? He'd be fucked if he could remember.

Thankfully the office door clicked open and Nat stepped in. Richie wished he hadn't been watching Carmy. Emotions flashed over his face as Nat's appearance triggered memories. Disbelief, horror, grief, misery all followed in quick succession. At least he had the presence of mind to grab the trashcan to hurl into. Not that there was much to come up other than a bit more pepto.

"Oh Carm." Nat perched gingerly on the couch and rubbed his back.

All of a sudden, Richie felt like he was intruding. This was a moment between siblings and he was nothing more than an interloper.

Looking up, Carmy's eyes were large and watery. Whether from throwing up or the onslaught of emotions at remembering Mikey's death was neither here nor there. However, it gave Richie the perfect view of mismatched pupils and he cursed under his breath. They needed to get Carmy to hospital.

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

OC Questionare

Thanks for the tag @winterandwords and @illarian-rambling! I'm gonna compile the questions in this one 👍🏾.

I tag: @jezifster @weirdgirlcroix @the-void-writes @revenantlore @cryptid-s-wips (Only if you want! Open tag too)

Your questions

1. Be honest, you fucking up that dance floor? (Good or bad way doesn't matter.)

2. Something you think is stupid?

3. How's that sleep schedule looking?

Robots & Gardens crew I guess.

What are you most ashamed of doing?

Green: "Killing a protester for meh money. Was desperate at the time. Hopin' not to fall on desperate times again."

Peace: "Guess I'm ashamed if I dragged anyone into an unsuccessful plan. Stresses everyone out."

Hollis: "Working my old job. Shouldn't have stuck around so long."

Donnie: "Taking on extra enhancements to do this job."

Digits: "I wouldn't really say I've got a lot of actual friends. So I've gotta be doing something."

If you had one wish, what would it be?

Green: "Enough money to support all the peoples that roam in. 'Specially the kids and Peace. Peace might hate it, but she loves me it's fine."

Peace: "No more fucking smog. I want to see the sky. I feel like I haven't seen a clear sky since I was a kid. The hell is this?"

Hollis: "That I had focused more on my music. Love helping people but I shouldn't be used to seeing demolished prosthetics and what people look like screaming and sobbing in pain. You know? But maybe that's me."

Donnie: "More accessible tech. Damn it took me three damn lifetimes to figure all of this out."

Digits: "I just want prosthetics that don't suck ass and sleep. If they pick sleep tell them to make it eternal. I'm sick of this shit."

Where is your favourite place in the world?

Green: "Gonna take ya on a nostalgia trip a bit. I'd say Peace's parents's place. But maybe the diner with the good pops. The fizzies in the glass bottles with the real sugar. Oh hell yeah. Add Peace to the mix and a silent phone and I migh've finally died."

Peace: "There's this spot by the diner right. And there used to be a patch of trees and like an itty bitty pond thing? It was kinda like a really really deep puddle after it rains. Green and I used to sit there sometimes and chug fizzies back to back till we felt like we were gonna puke. Think one of us did one time."

Hollis: "There's a couple hangout spots. But one in particular has a longue sorta thing going. And I get to play my music for a crowd. Get to play my music for the gorgeous dancers when they show. And I usually get a mouthful of a beautiful person too. It's the place to be."

Donnie: "Those rooftop garden things. A lot of them do end up shrivelled and depressing looking after the chemical rain. But the ones that flourish. Really fucking flourish. It's gorgeous. Or just my own home garden. It's nice to stare at nature after fighting all day. Or staring at screens all day."

Digits: "Is it sad if I say my place? Feeling like I'm barely there anymore. It's comfy. There's usually food. The tv works. I like my room, bed's comfy."

What is (or would be) your favorite subject in school?

Green: "History. I actually understood it the longest."

Peace: "Foreign language. Language classes in general really."

Hollis: "Shit it's been awhile. Any of the hobby classes maybe. Really liked the hands on stuff." (Electives basically).

Donnie: "Science. The really broad environmental stuff. I didn't like the smaller stuff much."

Digits: "Math and trade skills. Ended up working construction for a reason."

Have you ever played a prank on someone?

Green: "Yeah. Think I ended up gettin' my ass beat by the menace though."

Peace: "Nope. Well maybe? I helped Green out with hers sometimes. I hate when that woman pranks me. Gets her off my back if she can focus it on someone else."

Hollis: "Pulled out a chair or two. Swapped drinks. Nothing special."

Donnie: "I don't think so. I don't think I'm clever enough to come up with a good one."

Digits: "People usually prank me. But I've gotten my get back a couple times."

If you could swap bodies with anyone you know for a day, who would it be?

Green: "Hollis maybe. She's cool, maybe I could get somethin' out of it."

Peace: "Digits. And I'm making her lay the hell down."

Hollis: "Don't think I could do it. Donnie gets injured all the time. Digits's arms spazz at random. I'd give myself a concussion in Peace's body. Get killed in Green's. And would be annoyed to clean up after drunk assholes at my hangout spot as a bartender."

Donnie: "Digits maybe. Give her a mental break from her prosthetics at least."

Digits: "Green. Green all day. No I didn't answer that too fast. Fuck off."

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Pairing: Demon Lloyd Hansen/ Reader

Summary: Going to hang out with your friends on Halloween but what ends up happening is anything but normal.

Word Count: 3,448

Warnings: Smut,rough sex, sex with a demon, dub con (reader consents but is initially wary) use of pet names, Dom/sub vibes,P in V, Oral Sex (female receiving), swearing,blood,gore, violence, Demon Lloyd Hansen (he’s a warning ok)

Thank you to @jessybarnes my Tumblr bestie for the wonderful bingo card,@firefly-graphics for the consent divider and @saradika for the wonderful dividers and reblog dividers.

(Sorry this is WAY after October but I plan to upload more from this bingo board for Do It Up December. Also all mistakes are mine and mine alone google docs can only fix so much lol)

After working you wanted nothing more than to get home, put on your softest pj's and watch something and crash, hard. But your friends had planned a sort of Halloween thing and you were practically forced to go, sighing you sent your friends a text letting them know you wanted to change and grab some snacks before heading over. Putting down your phone you made your way to the bedroom and changed into what you called “lazy” clothes, a simple pair of leggings and a t-shirt. Heading back out you grab the snacks you purchased a few days ago and bagged them before grabbing your phone and purse just in case and locking the door behind you. Walking the short distance to your friends house you had no idea it would be the last time things would ever be the same.

Walking up to your friend's house you frowned seeing no lights on “The hell?” taking out your phone you notice your original message was never opened, banging on the door you sigh “Hey this isn’t funny! Open the damn door! Bunch of morons….” Sighing, you slide your phone into your back pocket and glance around, finding the “special” rock you slide a key out from under it and open the front door. Walking in you glance around “Guys? If you're planning on scaring me I’m going to leave!”

Mumbling to yourself you walk further into the room, frowning you trip over something and stumble falling to the floor “What the hell” Your pants feel wet and your frown increases, moving to stand your hand slips on something. Turning on a nearby lamp a scream slides out of your mouth as you finally take in the scene around you, all your friends are dead laying lifeless and mutilated on the floor. Scrambling to get up all you end up doing is covering yourself in their blood and some vicera, fighting the urge to gag you manage to press into a corner.

Standing shakily you realize you were in a giant pentagram “The fuck happened here?!?!” Suddenly you hear a low chuckle and a voice “Well you see Sunshine you fuck around with things you don’t understand and well shit happens” Eyes wide you turn towards where the voice came from seeing nothing but darkness, swallowing hard you look at your hand seeing it covered in blood. “Aww first time seeing this much blood Sunshine? Good thing you weren’t here for the real fun….it got even messier”

Shaking your head you eye the door and hear someone clicking their tongue “I wouldn’t recommend that Sunshine, would really hate to kill you for something silly” Swallowing you shiver slightly “Well I would rather not stay uh here…pretty sure I’m going to puke” You hear velvety laughing making you shiver again “How about we talk about things somewhere less likely to make you throw up? Because we have a lot to discuss Sunshine” Mutely nodding you close your eyes and feel a hot breeze.

“Go on Sunshine, open those pretty eyes, you're safe for now” Slowly you open your eyes and see your back at your place frowning,you glance around seeing nobody “Uh thanks? Where are you?” More laughter this time much closer, turning quickly you see nobody. “Now the question Sunshine is, do you want to see the real me or the form I use the most?” Swallowing you, think for a second “Can I see your real form?” You can almost feel him smirk as he answers “Sure Sunshine if you think your pretty little head can handle it”

Nodding knowing he will see it you clear your throat before answering slightly annoyed “I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t handle it” This time the laugh sounds darker and almost sinister “You always such a spitfire Sunshine? Most of the times when people act like that with me it doesn’t go well, kind of like your friends, but you I don’t mind it. Does that mean I’ll keep liking it? Who knows” Again you can almost feel him at you neck smirking, goosebumps form on your skin as you wait for whatever is going to come next.

Suddenly the air feels charged, almost electric and it makes you want to close your eyes again and huddle into the corner. But you don’t do either, keeping your eyes focused to where you think the voice is coming from you slowly see a figure moving. The darkness manages to keep him well hidden until he steps out, the first thing you notice is the legs. Long and lean but muscular you frown slightly until you see the hooves, your eyes widen and he grins stepping out more. His torso is the same as his legs lean but muscular, thick arms and even larger hands draw your attention.

You’re both fascinated and horrified at the same time, you hear him chuckle drawing your attention back to his face. You would have gasped if you had any air in your lungs, his chest was broad and wide but not comically so. His face is what had you speechless, he was handsome and it made you imagine some sort of greek statue of one of the gods. His short black hair was meticulously groomed along with the mustache, taking another look you realized there were horns on the top of his head.

“Well this has got to be a first Sunshine, normally this is the point where people beg, plead, and offer whatever they have for me to leave and right now you're eyeing me like I’m the last piece of pie” You swallow and notice a tail moving behind him, sitting up you lean to get a better look making him laugh again “All you have to do is ask Sunshine, I don’t bite well not yet at least” He winks at you and you find yourself blushing at it, turning his tail flicks out almost annoyed. Then you notice the wings and you find yourself suddenly up and moving closer to him.

“Well aren’t you just a fascinating person Sunshine, well go on and get a good look if it will sate your curiosity” Licking your lips you are almost touching him, the heat radiating off of him is almost too much and yet not enough, reaching your hand out you gently touch his arm. The skin is soft, softer than it looks and your hands move to touch his horns. They feel just like how horns should, frowning as you move to his wings touching them almost cautiously. “Don’t be getting shy on me now Sunshine”

You nod slightly and gently stroke the wing, you hear him make a noise and you look at him with a blush creeping up on your face. He winks at you and you quickly turn away from him and lightly touch where his tail connects to him, and you swear you hear him groan “Sunshine I get your curious but better what what your touching” Pulling your hand away quickly you find yourself apologizing “Uh sorry….I don’t know how to ask this nicely so I’m just going to ask, what are you?”

He smiles and gently takes your hand kissing the top of it. “Some call me Lloyd, well the ones I like do” You nod “And the ones you don’t like?” He grins and you see the sharp canine teeth “Oh they don’t get to talk Sunshine and trust me when I say you would rather have me like you” You nod knowing he’s right “And for what I am, well I’m a demon. Your little friends were playing with a Ouija board thinking they were having a good time, well they did until they didn’t. See, messing with something like that is already stupid but messing with one and thinking you know what you’re doing well it gets you killed.”

You nod knowing that it was a dumb idea to play with anything that “opened” doors “That explains you but what happened to my friends?” Lloyd grins again “Oh they thought they could control me, guess they figured out real fast that wasn’t happening. And I don’t take too well to being controlled so I killed them” You should feel upset, mad, hell even sad but they got what they deserved. Who in the hell thinks they can control an ACTUAL demon? You look at him suddenly “Uh why haven’t you killed me then?”

Lloyd moves closer to you, almost touching but not quite, you could smell what smelled like a very expensive cologne and it made you want to press closer to him, nuzzle into his neck. Shaking your head slightly you look at him and see his smug smirk “Well you see Sunshine I came here because of you, these idiots happened to just be here.” You look up at him confused “Me? I don’t understand” Again Lloyd moved closer now touching you ever so slightly “Oh Sunshine have you forgotten already?”

“You’ve played with a Ouija board yourself a time or two haven’t you? But unlike these idiots you actually know what you're doing with one, and I have been watching you for such a very long time and I figured it was time to pay you a proper visit. And what a better time than Halloween when the veil is at its most thin, so here I am and here you are.” Suddenly you remember playing on a Ouija board as a little girl having the best time, and then once again as a party trick in college. 

“Ahh she finally remembers! Little did you know you summoned me Sunshine and now that I’m here I have some ideas about what we can do” The last part makes you shiver, your body reacting and you close your eyes to try and collect yourself. “And what are your ideas?” You cringe slightly hearing how breathy your voice sounds, there was no way you were getting turned on by a demon who had literally just murdered your friends. Lloyd laughs this time a full laugh and if it doesn’t make you clench and your pretty sure he knows it “See I knew you would be receptive to this Sunshine”

“And for the record my ideas are exactly what you think they are, I have  been waiting for this moment for years and after the long wait I can’t find myself wanting to be patient any more” You should move away from him but you instead move closer “Stop making me do this!” You feel Lloyds hand move through your hair “Oh Sunshine I’m not doing anything to you … well not yet at least, this is all you for the moment and I suggest just enjoying it. Now let’s take this somewhere more comfortable” You close your eyes and feel a thumb tracing your lips opening your mouth slightly. You take the thumb into your mouth and suck on it gently.

“So eager aren’t you Sunshine, but I need a taste first, it's only fair after such a long time waiting for you” You have no time to react,and suddenly you're thrown onto your bed and staring up at the ceiling and a hand pulling off your pants and panties. You can feel him looking at you and you feel the urge to squirm, your shirt is suddenly off and you're now totally bare. Grinning Lloyd looks you over and licks his lips “Well so far this has been worth the wait Sunshine, now I suggest you stay still wouldn’t want to accidentally hit something. Would hate for you to bleed out or die”

You nod and it seems like an eternity until you feel him touching you, he runs his hands up your legs and you feel one his claws gently tracing a pattern. Moving higher up he spreads your legs open and you let out a soft whimper but he hears it smirking “Well look at this, someone is excited to have a demon defile her, I knew you were worth the wait Sunshine” You feel his mouth suddenly at your core and you tense before you feel the first lick at your folds,almost hesitant as if testing you, gasping you realize his tongue is forked and you have the urge to want to feel it deep inside of you.

“Oh I intend to Sunshine no worries just lay there and behave like a good girl and maybe we can both enjoy this'' Giving you no warning he begins to eat you out like a starving man at a buffet, you try your hardest to no succeed in enjoying it but it's been too long and it feels too good and soon enough you find yourself moaning and grinding into his needy mouth. Lloyd smirks and takes your clit into his mouth sucking hard as his forked tongue licks and laps at every spot it can. You try your hardest to stay and not enjoy this but your body is telling a different story “Mmm Sunshine I can feel you clenching around me”

You blush trying to shake your head but you know he’s right, a low needy whimper slides out of your throat making him chuckle his tongue moving deeper. Your eyes close and you arch again sweat pools on your forehead as you're ravished by his sinful tongue and mouth, his mustache rubs against your walls sends a jolt into your very core. You feel the coil tightening and soon you hear yourself begging him to let you cum “Please….” the word tumbles out of your mouth, shaky and hoarse. One of his clawed hands grip your hips harder, puncturing the skin but you're too far gone to notice or care.

“Oh Sunshine you taste divine and the begging well I’m almost tempted to let you cum just because it was so good, but we have lots of time and I want to explore you fully” Letting his tongue continue to lap at your juices he looks up at you, and you moan seeing his mustache wet with your arousal. Large fat tears roll down your face as all the sensations become too much “Need to cum! Please!” Lloyd looks at you and strokes your cheek smirking “Aww Sunshine is it too much for you? Let me help you” Your gaze moves down to see his thick hard cock nudging your core, your eyes widen and a sliver of panic sets in “That will not fit!” Lloyd laughs and smirks “I appreciate the compliment but it will I’ll make sure of it Sunshine”

You feel him thick and hot pushing harder and you find yourself opening your legs wider for him, your hand moving to your clit rubbing it as you moan loudly “Fuck Sunshine look at you going to make  you mine, well you were already mine this seals the deal” Gripping your hips you feel him slam into you fully taking the breath from your lungs, the stretch brings tears to your eyes but that soon give way to unrivaled pleasure. As he thrusts into you, your eyes close and your hips grind into him pushing him deeper “Oh god, I’m so close!” Leaning down to look at you he smirks but there is another look within his eyes but your too far gone to appreciate it “I’m going to fill you up Sunshine and you’ll never be alone again I swear it”

His thrusts become more and more erratic as he slams into you, your body bouncing as his hand continues to grip your hips, his free hand rubs your clit and you almost scream his name “Can I cum please? Please please please!” Lloyd grunts with each thrust and chuckles “How can I deny you when you ask you pretty Sunshine, go on and coat my cock and I’ll fill you up nice and full. You nod and feel him thrusting faster and harder, his hand rubs your clit faster and the coil inside of you snaps, with a loud moan you shout his name as your orgasm crashes into you. You can vaguely feel him throb and twitch as he buries himself deep, pulling you up he kisses you hard and you can taste yourself in his mouth. He smirks and his voice is low, almost a growl as whispers into your ear “You’re mine Sunshine forever” You feel his claw like nails moving along your skin leaving hot angry scratches behind making you whimper softly.

Lloyd grins and bites down on your lower lip as you hear him growl, his cock jerks hard and he explodes and ropes of his thick seed pump into you. You can feel every bit of it being pumped into you and you find yourself moaning loudly, black spots fill your vision as you finally accept this. Wrapping your legs around him, he smirks and holds you close to him as he continues to thrust and fill you. Your eyes drift close and you hear him laugh “Aww wore you out Sunshine? Get some sleep I’ll make sure you're nice and full” You sag into him feeling him continuing to pound into you.

Waking after what seems like hours, you feel someone stroking your hair.. Groaning softly you press into a warm body and your eyes shoot open and you glance around trying to get your bearings, hearing a soft chuckle you look at the man stroking your hair “About time you woke up Sunshine, I thought maybe I had actually broken you” You glance at him and talk but your voice is raspy and hoarse from moaning “Lloyd?” He smirks and nods “The one and only Sunshine, and now you’ve seen both my forms. This one is less fun but also less likely to have a mob on my hands” Looking him over he looked almost the same, minus the horns,tail and cloven hooves you almost liked this form better.

“I’m wounded Sunshine and here I thought you loved my horns and tail, now shall we discuss things?” You nod slowly, your body feels like a semi ran over it then backed over it about a hundred times “Alright uh what things are we discussing?” Lloyd smirks and you catch the faintest glimpse of fang “Your marriage arrangement to myself of course” Your eyes widen and you're suddenly very much awake “My whatnow?!” Laughing Lloyd looks at you and the room feels suddenly smaller and darker a chill moving through your body “Aww Sunshine you’re breaking my demonic heart here, see little did you know that when you played with those Ouija boards you had actually made a vow to me that one day you would be mine, and well here we are.”

You look at him shocked. “What?” Lloyd strokes your cheek and smiles “See should have been paying better attention Sunshine, see when you were graciously giving me orgasm after orgasm I was reciting what comes down to a marriage pact and when you were moaning my name and calling me god that is what sealed the literal deal. Don’t deny that you wanted this Sunshine, some darker part of you did, your life was nothing and at least now you have me. Besides, the only way out of this is if I break the contract but we both know we don’t want that.” You stare at him before realizing his words are true, you did want this well not this exactly but you wanted more.

“So what happens now?” Lloyd grins and places a kiss on your bare shoulder trailing a long jagged scratch with a smirk. “Well Sunshine I stay here with you, and after 3 months when the wedding happens you get to come with me forever” You swallow hard and he kisses your cheek whispering softly “I can feel your tension from here Sunshine but you’ll fit into your role, I have no doubt about that. Now you relax and let me take care of you” You nod slowly letting everything sink in, realizing that things were definitely different … and you hoped that you could handle it.