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I Am So Hungry I Could Eat… - Quinn Hughes

the swiss love charm au

NICO!HISCHIER X AINSLEY!HUGHES — WARNINGS: nothing, just sweet pure content — SUMMARY: Quinn is trying the TikTok 'I am so hungry I could eat' trend on Freya. — WORD COUNT: 0,98K PART OF THE SWISS LOVE CHARM AU

It is a normal day in Vancouver. The windows in Hughes’ apartment are fogged and wet from the rain. Ainsley is at the arena; her shift doesn’t end until 6 p.m., so Quinn is on the ‘nanny’ duty.

But he doesn’t mind. He loves spending time with his niece, even if it involves a tea party with Mr. Bun-Bun or painting his nails. And today has been nothing different.

Freya had already painted his nails pink, and it was only 11 pm. Thank God, it is off-season. He has no idea how he would explain his nails in the locker room.

Now they were sitting opposite each other on the ground, Mr. Bun-Bun between them on one side and her another teddy bear on the other side.

“You gotta sip soft,” Freya says, squinting over her cup at her uncle. Her little lips pucker as she slurps noisily. “Like dis.”

“Soft sipping, got it!” Quinn nods, copying her exaggerated slurp. “Am I doing it right, ma’am?”

She nods proudly, reaching to pat his thigh. “You doin’ good, unco. But Mr. Bun-Bun needs tea too.”

“Ah, of course.” He slaps his forehead. “How rude of me,” he reaches for the plush bunny lying on the ground next to him. “Sorry, Mr. Bun-Bun. Didn’t mean to ignore you. Here is some tea.”

He tilts the cup toward the bunny’s head as Freya claps her hands.

“Yay! Mr. Bun-Bun happy now!”

They play like that for a while, switching out teacups and pretending to nibble invisible cookies. Freya gets distracted with stacking some blocks nearby while Quinn lazily leans back on his elbows, staring at the ceiling. His phone buzzes on the couch.

Ziggy: Just checking in. How’s my girl?

Quintin: Chaos gremlin status: active. We’re good.

Ziggy: No snacks before lunch. No juice after 4. Love you!

He tosses the phone back on the couch, lying back down as his stomach lets out a loud growl.

Freya gasps, eyes wide. “Dat you tummy?”

“Yup,” Quinn groans, dramatically clutching his stomach. “I’m so hungry, Freya…”

She blinks, curious.

“I’m so hungry…” he continues, slowly leaning back like he’s about to pass out, “…I could eat a kid.”

She freezes.

One hand tightens around Bun-Bun. Her face twists slowly into a mix of horror and disbelief. “Wha’ you say?”

Quinn barely opens one eye. “I said I could eat… a kid.”

Freya drops Bun-Bun and stands up with a gasp, stumbling back like he just turned into a villain. “NOOOOOO! No eat kids! No eat me!”

Quinn bursts into laughter. “Freya, I’m just kidding!”

She frowns, lip wobbling, and stomps a tiny foot. “Not funny, unco! I yittle! I baby!”

“I know,” Quinn says quickly, hands up in surrender. “I’d never eat you! You’re like, my favorite human.”

She narrows her eyes, clearly still suspicious. “But you say you eat kid. I a kid.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re my kid,” he says, tapping her nose. “You’re safe.”

She crosses her arms and shakes her head fiercely. “Mama say don’t do dat. Mama say, ‘No bein’ rude to Fwaya.’”

“Sorry, baby.” He laughs, kissing her forehead. “Mama’s right as always.”

Freya plops onto the floor dramatically. “You need chicky nuggies. Not me.”

“True,” he agrees, flopping next to her. “You know what I could really go for right now?”

She tilts her head. “What?”

“Mac ‘n cheese. With dino nuggets. Maybe some ketchup.”

Freya gasps. “Me like dino nuggies!”

“I know,” he grins. “We’re food twins.”

She points to the toy kitchen. “I make you food. You no eat baby, I make da nuggies.”

“Deal.”

She toddles off in her socks, digging into the plastic kitchen for fake ingredients. Quinn watches her go, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be the best chef in the league, y’know that?”

“I chef now!” she calls back.

A few minutes later, she returns with a pink plate loaded with plastic carrots, a squishy toy burger, and a block pretending to be a nugget. She drops it in his lap with pride. “Here. Fwesh made.”

“Thank you, Chef Freya,” he says, pretending to taste. “Mmm. Incredible. Five stars.”

She climbs into his lap, watching him “eat.” “You full now?”

“Almost,” he says, patting his stomach. “Still a little hungry. Might need dessert.”

Freya gasps, looking around. “No cookies. Mama hide dem.”

“Darn,” Quinn says. “Guess I’ll have to eat your toes instead!”

“NOOOO!” she shrieks, laughing as she tries to escape.

He catches her easily and lifts her upside down, pretending to nibble her sock-covered feet.

“AHHH! Not my toesies!” she screams through giggles. “Dat tickle! You silly unco!”

Quinn flips her right-side up and cuddles her to his chest as she calms, both of them out of breath from laughter.

“Okay, okay,” he says, brushing hair from her eyes. “No toes. No kids. I’ll just starve.”

She pats his face gently. “You eat cereal.”

“Cereal for lunch?”

She nods. “Mama say cereal good when you tired.”

Quinn snorts. “You really do listen to her, huh?”

“Yup.” She leans closer and whispers, “She da boss.”

“She is the boss.”

Just then, his phone buzzes again. He grabs it and opens Ainsley’s text.

Ziggi: Still alive over there?

He replies with a photo: Freya grinning beside a plate of fake food, him holding up a thumbs-up.

Quintin: Still alive. Barely. Almost got eaten for real. Crisis averted thanks to Dino Nuggets

Freya pokes at the phone screen. “Mama come home now?”

“Soon, bug,” Quinn says. “You miss her?”

She nods, curling back into his arms with Bun-Bun. “Miss mama. But you funny.”

“Thanks,” he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. “You’re not bad company either.”

The rain keeps falling, the living room stays messy, and the hunger might still be there—but in that moment, with Freya curled up safe and warm in his lap, Quinn wouldn’t trade it for anything.

[damagedghoulette]

What if

Every time Swiss sneezes a lightbulb explodes within the Ministry and you just hear:

‘FUCK YOU SWISS’

‘SATANS SAKE SWISS’

‘STOP SNEEZING’

‘I WILL PLUG YOUR NOSE GHOUL’

[nameless-ghoul-writer]

I heard with those death threats on twitter, some sick bastards threaten the lives of Tobias’s kids if he didn’t cut Jutty… I say we should excommunicate all Ghost Twitter people, because they aren’t fans… fans don’t do this.

REPOST

[dontyoufeelitangel]

and now, a moment of silence for all those we lost in battle… the soldiers who couldn’t reach victory (a ticket)…

EDIT: and now the soldiers are marching into battle (the tour started)

[allbitenofang]

Nameless Ghoul Clergy issued ID Names

Swiss - Christopher R. Vaughn

“Chris” from Swiss. Guy who might sell porn, definitely has a mustache. Too effective. Forever Swisstopher.

Phantom - Thomas Delaney

“Tom” from Phantom. Just a guy.

Dew - Jude Brooks

Water-ghoul issued. Kept it. Sounds like a man with a motorcycle and a poetry problem.

Rain - Dorian Marais

Elegant, French, and haunting. Looks like he was painted in oil and made to last.

Mountain - Morell Tanner

Soft, grounded, cottagecore lumber ghoul. Feeds you soup. Has never raised his voice.

Aurora - Rowena Hale

Sharp, commanding, graceful. She doesn’t sign documents — she concludes them.

Cirrus - Sierra Vexler

Sky-coded. Sounds like someone who reads your aura before speaking.

Cumulus - Calla Monroe

Jazz lounge energy. Orders extra dessert under this name. Leaves a 💋 in the ledger.

[katz-rambles]

Hello again, lovely writer! It's a new day, and I have a new idea for you. Especially since you did such a beautiful job bringing my previous ideas to life. Thank you for that <3

How about the ghoul of your choice being locked away in their room during their heats/ruts because they become a bit feral during that time, and what if reader accidently got locked with them ? How would that go down ?

(Again feel free to ignore this if you wish <3)

Hii! I'm so so glad you liked the others, that means so much to me!! I wanted to try something new with this one, so I've put them into headcannon form, so I can do multiple ghouls, so I apologize if it's not the best. This includes all the current ghouls/ghoulettes because why not.

(NSFW, ruts/heats, gn!reader for the most part but there is some fem!reader, reader gets tied up, some dub-con elements if you squint, theres a fuck-machine, threesome/gangbang mention, possessiveness, knotting, some dom!reader. I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

• Now we all know that he's already aggressive and ungodly horny,

Dewdrop/Sodo

• Now times that by 10. He goes insane during ruts.

• Humping everything, constantly hard, he's more grumpy and stompy than usual as well. All because he's horny and has blue balls lmfao.

• So.. now we've added his favorite person, you.

• He's on his knees. Begging for you to let him fuck you, breed you, touch you. Basically, anything his horny brain can come up with. (heavy on breeding, even if you can't get pregnant, he'll still try.)

• He has a constant possessiveness to him during his ruts, so once you're in there, you're not getting out until it's over. Don't expect to walk after.

• He has no glamor or mask on at all during his rut so if you really want to rile him up so he'll rail you, pull on his horns while he gives you head or tug on his tail. He'll go absolutely bat shit insane.

• He'll cover you in hickeys and bite marks so everyone knows you're his. Like I said, possessive.

• He'll knot you, and he won't stop knotting you until he thinks it's the one that'll get you round with his kits.

• I'm sure that if you ask nicely, he might sub for you during his rut. He hates to admit it, but he probably gets off on the thought of being a sub. Tie him up, sexually torture him, and humiliate him. He loves it.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Where do I start.. he's going to he so whiney his whole rut. He might even spam call/text you because he needs you.

Rain

• Obviously, you're not going to give in, you know the rules.

• But if you did, by accident or on purpose, he's going to go insane.

• He'll do anything you ask of him. He gets off on your pleasure. But if you tease him, he may lose his patience.

• If he does lose his patience, he'll fuck you into the mattress, he might even tie you up if you're into that, he'll mark you like crazy... he's a horny bitch (just like me frfr.)

• So let's say you've found yourself with a Rain in a rut. Good luck. He'll rail you like there's no tomorrow, because to him, there's not, he thinks you will leave at any second so he won't stop until you physically can't anymore.

• His stamina is INSANE when he's in a rut.

• He could probably smell you from a mile away, so if you do accidentally find yourself locked in the same room as him, don't try and lie to him, or do.. who knows, maybe he'll punish you.

• If you don't have a dick, grab a strap on, he'll be the subbiest little bitch for you. (he's probably into fem doms). And he probably has a dildo/strap that he uses on himself anyways. He could probably cum just from the thought of you on top of him, and he will.

• Huge on your tits by the way. You're a guy, it doesn't matter, you're flat, he doesn't care, you have bigger tits, he's begging for you to ride him so he can watch them. He loves your tits.

• MARK HIM BACK. Please. He loves to feel you sink your teeth into him. He loves to see the marks the day after even more thought, a reminder of how he's going to pay you back with twice as many marks.

• Aftercare king, though. Even during a rut. I mean, you have to be in good shape if you're going to be the one to have his kits.. right?

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Big boy, and not with just his height.

Mountain

• But if you happen to stumble upon a Mountain in a rut, it's not that someone's locked the door from the outside or something.. no, he's locked the door. You're not leaving until he's done with you.

• All this man is thinking about right now is how fucking hard he is, and how good you'd feel around him. So he's not going to be nice.

• He might degrade you.. but that's okay, because he'll apologize by fucking you until you're dumb.

• You better hope you're not wearing any expensive clothes, the second he gets his hands on your they're torn up and on the ground. He'll replace them when his rut is done, though, don't worry.

• Pull his hair. That's it. You want to get railed into oblivion, pull his hair. It's a one way ticket.

• He probably won't sub, but on the off chance he does, he will put up a fight. Now, if you've found yourself locked with Mountain in a rut and you want to keep your ability to walk, you can get him to sub for you, and he gets super sensitive when he does so, please, edge him.

• He'll knot you, and there's just so much. He'll whisper to you about how this'll be the knot that'll get you round with his kits.

• If you call him Sir, it could be out of fear/intimidation, or you're just teasing him, you're done for. There's no way you'll be able to walk after, so I wish you luck.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Already horny ghoul, somehow, even hornier (is that even possible??) you're in for a wild ride (literally and figuratively).

Swiss

• You're in a room with him. Before you can even say anything, he'll have you pinned to the ground, and your clothes will be off.

• Mating press, missionary, cowgirl. Anything where he can see your face as he fucks you dumb you'll be put in, doesn't matter if your flexible or not, he'll find a way.

• You want to rile him up even more (again, is that even fucking possible?!) beg for him, get on your knees and beg. He will go insane, and you won't be able to walk, but it's not like he was planning to let you go. No, no, you're his now.

• If and when he knots you, it's inevitable he will, he will probably fall asleep with his cock half-hard inside you and if you fall asleep as well ans shuffle a bit with him inside you, sweetheart now he's wide awake and ready for round two.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Omfg. He's so needy. He might as well be worshiping the ground you stand on, he loves you and he needs you.

Phantom

• He needs you to sit on his face, btw, now that he's in a rut it's just doubled.

• So you've found yourself in quite the predicament. You've found your way to a rut Phantom, so what's the next step (back to where you came from, turn around, and leave), honestly, just you acknowledging him during his rut could probably make him cum, he's that needy.

• He'll bend you over any and every surface known to man. Don't expect to be safe anywhere.

• If you're kind enough to help him through his rut, then he'll, probably get on one knee and propose, do anything you need him to as long as he gets to fuck you when you're done.

• Rub his horns, and he'll bust. Trust me.

• He's dominant during his rut, so don't expect normal subby, needy, Phantom. No, not you've got, dom, needy, and unbearably horny, Phantom whose prepared to stuff you full of his seed in every hole you'll let him.

• He's going to knot you. This isn't even a question. He will. It doesn't matter if you can't get pregnant because you don't have the proper biology, he will try his absolute hardest, and you won't complain because this means Phantom constantly breeding him, he has a breeding kink.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• I'm in love with her.

Cumulus

• She's quite dominant. She has a strap on, probably one of the double-ended ones, too.

• If you offer to use it on her, she might just go crazy. I hope your stamina is good because she won't be letting you go for a while.

• If you have female anatomy, scissor her. I beg of you, she'll beg you too. He might reward you by eating you out after..

• Her tits are ungodly sensitive during her ruts, so any type of touch on them, and she'll immediately be on top of you.

• Please let her tie you up. You'll look so pretty tied up and begging for her.

• She's going to mark you, so don't be alarmed when you see the dark marks the next day. And she will mark you anywhere she can, your neck, thighs, tits, anywhere.

• If you're good she might get Cirrius to fuck you along side her, and don't worry, Cirrius is just as good, and she's mean so you better be ready. (I'm head over heels for both of them, I love women.)

• She will overstimulate you until it hurts. She's just so mean sometimes.

• She will make you squirt. That's her goal. Even in a rut, she's still determined to see you squirt.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• She's mean. That's it.

Cirrius

• She'll tie you up and attach a vibrator to you and she will fuck herself as she watches you writhe.

• She might even put a gag on you if you start to get too loud.

• Once she gets her hands on you, she won't let you go until she's had her fill.

• If you call her mommy, get ready for a night full of fun because, baby, you've just fucked yourself. She won't let up. Her stamina is insane, and it combats Rains.

• So, if you ever find yourself locked in a room with Cirrius in a rut, don't expect to leave any time soon. Even after her ruts over, she might keep you there.

• If you're being good for her, maybe just maybe if she's in the mood for sharing, she'll get Cumulus or Swiss in there. (maybe even both)

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• I unfortunately don't know too much about her, so I apologize if she's ooc.

Aurora

• She's got a pretty firey personality as it is, so now she's got that personality AND an unbearable feeling of being constantly horny, and you'll be the only one on her mind.

• Okay.. now you're with her, she might sub..? If you ask nicely, that is.

• But she will also fuck you dumb with a double-ended dildo. So be ready for a wild night. She has a bunch of things you've only heard of, and she plans to use them.

• It's not a question that she'll tie you up. We already know she will. But if you're into it, she might put you on a fuck-machine while she rides your face until she's satisfied.

• You can probably turn the tables and switch positions, and if you do, expect her to be loud. It's okay though, she sounds so pretty.

• She will scissor you. She probably can for hours. So by the end of her rut, you'll be sore and marked, and everything will hurt. But it will be worth it.

[alotofpockets]

Yours to keep | Lia Wälti x Reader

5k celebration prompt: “Keep it, it looks better on you anyways.”

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.3k

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The final whistle blew, signalling the end of the match. You looked up at the sky, trying to keep your tears in. The defeat of the match hung heavy on your shoulders. You had two good chances late in the second half, but you managed to fumble both.

The frustrations had built up ever since you had gotten behind, but those two chances cut deep. The game could have been yours again if only you hadn’t messed them up.

The moment of that last shot kept playing in your head on a loop. You could have tied the game. The ball at your feet, the perfect opening, and the shot that sailed just wide. 

Your chest felt tight thinking back on your mistake. It wasn’t just yourself that you had disappointed, you could still hear the way the crowd reacted to the missed opportunity. The collective noise of disappointment from the crowd made you sick to your stomach. You wanted to make them proud, but instead you fucked up.

After the game, a few of your teammates came over giving you a quick pat on the back, most of them moving on to the next player and not noticing, but not Lia. Lia noticed right away, she wrapped her arms around you, and held you close for a moment.

The two of you had been dating for a couple of months now, but with years of friendship under your belts, she knew exactly what you were doing to yourself right now.

“It’s okay.” She whispered into your ear. In her arms, you could no longer keep the tears at bay. “It’s my fault we lost.” You said between soft sobs. “That’s not true. We win as a team and we lose as a team. In my eyes you were the one working the hardest to get us back.”

You wiped away your tears and took a deep breath before walking with Lia. It took a moment to compose yourself, but once you did, you joined the rest of the team in thanking the fans.

Once you got back into the dressing rooms, you dropped your facade again. You had put one on for the fans, even when you knew they had most likely seen you crying, but with your teammates you knew you didn’t even need to hide it, they were each feeling the loss in their own ways.

Lia sat down next to you and gently nudged her leg against yours, “Wanna come over?” You nodded, agreeing without saying a word. She drove the both of you over to her place, both immediately settling on the couch. She pulled you into her side, “If you want to talk about it, I am here.”

You shook your head, “I’d really rather not think about it right now.” Lia placed a kiss onto your forehead. “That’s okay too. How about a movie?” She turned on the tv when you nodded. 

She scrolled through a few movies, asking if you wanted to watch the ones she suggested, but you really didn’t mind. Any distraction from your current thoughts was welcomed, so you let her choose.

Lia started the movie, and you cuddled up into her side. Laying in Lia’s comfort helped a lot with your mood. One of her arms around you to hold you close, and the other drawing soft patterns on your arm.

When the movie was done, Lia ordered some food. Once it arrived you started another movie. Not needing to talk or focus on anything besides the movie while laying in Lia’s arms. The comfortable silence was exactly what you needed.

Then when the second movie was finished, you took a look at the clock. “Oh it’s getting late. I should head home.” You said, but not yet making an effort to actually get up.

Lia moved a strand of hair out of your face, “You could stay.”

Her suggestion took you off guard, and you tested slightly as your brain immediately jumped to conclusions. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to stay over, but you and Lia hadn’t spent the night together yet. Was it too soon? Would Lia expect that spending the night would include sleeping together?

But then her hand found yours, grounding you. “Hey,” She said softly as she squeezed your hand. “No expectations. I just don’t want you going home alone when you’re already feeling like this.” And just like that, the tension in your shoulders eased.

You thought for a moment, she sounded genuine, and you would really rather not leave the comfort of her presence. “Okay,” You let your shoulders fully relax, “I’ll stay.”

Since staying over wasn’t planned, Lia handed you a pair of her shorts and her hoodie for you to wear, along with whatever toiletries you needed. You got ready and changed while Lia cleaned up the room.

When you got back into the living room, now wearing Lia’s clothes that were slightly too big for you, you felt her eyes on you. “What?” You said nervously. “Nothing, I just like the way you look in my clothes.” She smiled and stepped towards you. With a peck to your lips, she went to get ready herself.

The night was exactly what you needed, soft moments with Lia, lots of cuddles, and the quiet reassurance that you weren’t alone. You had fallen asleep in her arms, but when you woke up she was no longer there. It took a moment for you to recall your evening, but then you remembered that Lia had an early online class.

You softly made your way over to her, careful not to interrupt her studies. When she noticed you she looked up with a warm smile. “Morning love, I’m almost done. There’s coffee in the kitchen.”

After grabbing a mug, you settled on the couch. You watched Lia study while sipping your drink. Lia didn’t even notice you were watching her, she was fully in her element. She was writing down notes while the class continued. 

You were glad you stayed the night. Not just because of the comfort it has brought you, but also taking small steps forward in your relationship. Watching her focus on her studies as well as she was, was something you deeply admired about her. Managing that besides football was no small task.

Then she closed her laptop, signalling that her class was over, and locked her eyes with your instantly. Her smile grew as she watched you watch her behind the coffee mug. She stood up and quickly made her way over to you.

“Sorry we couldn’t cuddle in bed this morning, but I hope some cuddles now can make up for it?” She let herself fall into you after taking your mug and placing it on the table. You wrap your arms around her and pull her in closer. “Hm, maybe you need to add a few kisses for it to even out with morning cuddles.” Lia chuckled lightly, but obliged and gave you pecks all over your face. “Better?” 

“Better.” You said between giggles, as she continued to press kisses all over your face.

The two of you continued to cuddle on the couch until it was time for you to head home. After stretching, you realised you were still wearing Lia’s clothes. “I should probably change before I go.” You said looking down at her clothes.

Lia grabbed your hand before you could walk away, “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.” Her face lights up when she looks at you. Your cheeks flush lightly, as you lean down to kiss her. “You just like seeing me in your clothes.” Lia’s smile grew, “Yeah I do.”

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[quaildoodle]

Swiss I’m free this Veterans Day weekend

[cupid-ghoul]

⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆˚｡⋆ what the ghouls would get you/their mate for valentine's day ⋆˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆˚｡⋆

hello lovelies and happy valentine's day 🩷 since today's one of my favourite holidays I have a treat for you - I'm cupid ghoul after all - 🩷 once again this is just for funsies and not meant to offend 🩷 you're all deserving of love 🩷 xox

Aether: he's mature and obviously has the day written down in his calendar. his phone reminds him weeks in advance to get a good gift. I believe he'd gift his beloved flowers and an annotated copy of either his or their favourite book. all of the annotations also relate to the relationship and special moments he has with his love.

Mountain: he's calm, gentle, and a romantic even if he's not showing it outwardly a lot. Mount would create a unique and beautiful bouquet made up of flowers he grew himself. the showstopper of the bouquet would be a beautiful flower he crossbred just for his petal.

Rain: he gifts his starfish jewelry. BUT unlike those people that gift their partner one of these random heart necklaces (you hopefully know the ones), rain has taste. The jewelry matches the aesthetic and preferences of his partner perfectly, since he's so observant and in tune with his lover. also if his love is into it he will present them with a blood vial necklace (he even drew it himself).

Swiss: he's a bit of a wildcard and very passionate, so for valentine's he gifts his doll a lovely little lingerie set that he will also happily take off later. with that his partner gets a fun little sex toy which will also be promptly test driven in the evening. to round it out swiss will put a lovely little box of chocolates or sweets on top because what is valentine's without a bit of traditional gift giving.

Dewdrop: he will give his angel a mixtape that he made just for them. Dew likes physical media so it's either a CD or a cassette tape and he even customised the case just for his partner. he tries to act nonchalant when actually giving the gift because he has the emotional range of a teaspoon (in reality it was VERY chalant, he almost crashed out because his little project failed at least once) but it's fine, he's trying his best.

Phantom: he's a little confused but enthusiastic about the holiday. so he presents his starlight with a rabbit skull. he really likes oddities (he has his own little collection already) and what's more romantic than hunting for your partner? exactly! nothing. it might be an odd gift but his effort and general sweetness are just selling it. however next year he might buy a jellycat.

Aurora: she loves pink, she loves hearts, and she loves the holiday (she's just like me fr) so for her bunny she goes all out. chocolates, one of those giant stuffed animals that is just a bit taller than her (it's also a you problem to figure out where to store this plush monstrosity), and a couple sex toy that she'll gladly use with her partner once things settle down for the night. who knows maybe she even makes her bunny a bracelet. she just loves love.

Sunshine: their love language is quality time so instead of gifting their firefly something sunny wants to have fun, which makes an amusement park or carnival date an ideal vday activity. sunny loves fun and the thrill of rollercoasters or haunted houses. they will win their partner one of those stuffed animals and even buys a photo of them and firefly on one of the rides. they also have some candy for their partner afterwards.

Cumulus: as a romantic she wants to spend valentine's with her love bug, so she takes them on a picnic that she prepared herself in the kitchen. sandwiches, a little cake, fruit, whatever their partner's heart desires. Lus will read to their love bug with their head in her lap and if they're into jewelry she will gift them a little piece of jewelry (necklace/bracelet/anklet) with a C charm on it.

Cirrus: she loves to spoil her honey with a fancy dinner and a nice perfume that fits her partner's taste perfectly. Cirrus wants to see them all dressed up and take them out on the town. after the date she will stop at a park for a walk under the moonlight and some whispered love confessions.

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[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 II

How would the Ghouls & Copia manhandle you when you’re being naughty?

Prompt by the illustrious @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

At first, he doesn’t realize why you’re doing what you’re doing

But then he puts the pieces together, and it makes his hands twitch

He makes you lay across his knees, never needing to ask more than once

He’s going to spank you with his gloved hands

He makes you count each one

“How many was that?”

“Five.” 

“You’re not counting properly, either that or you’re lying intentionally. I have no idea why you’d do such a thing.”

“I’d never say less with the intention of you giving me more on purpose.”

“I’m beginning to think these punishments aren’t working on you anymore, amore. Let’s try something else...”

-

Swiss:

Won’t hesitate to put you on a leash when you step out of line

When a leash won’t work he’ll resort to other methods

Ties. You. Down.

He will step back to admire his handiwork on you, after a moment of staring he forgets your transgressions because of how good you look tied up

He’s lost in the sauce

“Sweet fucking hells, you’ve never looked better.”

The gag in your mouth keeps you from speaking.

“Remind me, what were you doing that was so bad earlier?”

“Hrmph - ” The sound was muffled.

“Shhh, don’t talk with your mouth full. Now just stay right there.”

-

Phantom:

When you act up, it flips a switch in his brain

Picks you up with ease from the side, lifting you bridal style into his arms

The tightness of his grip on you speaks volumes to his possessiveness 

He scans for an unoccupied room, hells, even a dark corner to take you

He needs you immediately and he knows you need him just as badly

“Oh you’ve done it now, you’ve got my attention, so let’s go.”

“Phantom, slow down!”

“No. You fired me up now you can bring me back down.” He sets you down once you’re behind closed doors. “On your fucking knees.”

You kneel in front of him, eager to please him after misbehaving.

“Oh fuck, yes, such a good girl, just like that.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

Misbehaving is a broad term to this ghoul, in fact, he likes when you’re naughty

Except when you give any attention to his brothers

Now that is a sure-fire way to pour gasoline on his flames

He comes up behind you when you least expect it (see where this is going?)

His long fingers wrap around your throat, pressing intentionally on your arteries, your head swooning in seconds

“Don’t go all limp on me yet.”

“But, Dew -” you whimper.

“Come on, you know exactly what you do to me. It was intentional, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I’m going to be very intentional with you. I’m not letting you out of my sight the rest of the night.”

-

Rain:

He has infinite patience, at least until you vex him

And boy howdy, once you’ve crossed that bridge you’d better be prepared

There’s a determined look in his eye as he stalks towards you

He grabs your wrist, and even if you try to pull away, it’s impossible, his grip strength is too much

He drags you with him through the nearest corridor to a quiet space

“You’re going to be nice and quiet now for me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

His hand clamps over your lips shockingly fast, leaving you a thin line to breathe from your nose.

“I love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine. Don’t like it when I match your energy? Don’t misbehave.”

-

Mountain:

Sits and watches stoically as you make a fool out of yourself 

Doesn’t need to say anything

Doesn’t need to do anything, but he does

He easily scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder

He could spank you from here, but he prefers his partner underneath him (If you know what I mean)

“You do have to do all of that to get my attention, you know.” He plops you on his bed, climbing on top of you.

“I know, but maybe I’m looking for bad attention.”

“Yeah?”

You whine and writhe underneath him as he smacks (not hard) the thickness of your outer thigh.

“That’s what you want? Just ask next time, little villainess.”

-

Just da bois this time, but if you’d like me to include the ghoulettes pls just comment, I’m happy to oblige a fellow ghoulette lover! ( *︾▽︾)

Ghoulette Version Here!

[saintjezebel483]

"His eyes were alluring, though his features and soft wrinkles on his forehead and face showed his age. Yet, you could still see that he was quite charming and attractive. He had an unconventional allure, but a subjective attractiveness nonetheless."

[smoke-and-silver]

Swiss just out of his mind lecherous for the new sibling of sin he's crazy for. Hanging over them while they're trying to work. Sniffing whatever clothing items they leave unguarded. Increasingly desperate attempts to woo them including just laying himself in front of them at dinner like a meal on a platter. Aether has to yank him off the table.

[qrrieterisunnq]

Long distance gestures - Nico Hischier

the swiss love charm au

NICO!HISCHIER X AINSLEY!HUGHES — WARNINGS: nothing just sweet pure content — SUMMARY: Nico arranges for a Vancouver bakery to deliver Valentine’s cake to Ainsley and Freya. Freya insists on calling Nico to thank him, and during the call, Ainsley feels the undeniable pull of his charm, even from thousands of miles away. — WORD COUNT: 2,7K PART OF THE SWISS LOVE CHARM AU

Ainsley isn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day. It is just another day to her—one filled with pink-and-red displays at the grocery store and overpriced flowers. She has already decided to spend the evening watching cartoons with Freya and Quinn while ignoring the steady ping of romantic posts flooding her social media.

“Why is there even a holiday for this?” she mutters, balancing Freya on her hip as she shoves a stack of mail into the drawer by the door. “It’s all just an excuse to sell cheap chocolate and bad greeting cards.”

Quinn, whom is stretched out on their couch with a bag of chips resting on his chest, raises an eyebrow. “You’re just bitter because Freya’s the only one who’s ever gonna get you a Valentine.”

Freya’s head perks up at her uncle’s words. “Made Mommy a card! Hearts on it!”

“See?” Quinn says with a smirk, gesturing to his niece. “Freya’s got you covered.”

Ainsley rolls her eyes but kisses the top of Freya’s head with a tender smile. “Thanks, sweetheart. At least someone in this house loves me.”

Freya giggles and leans up to give her mom a huge sloppy kiss on the cheek. Before Quinn can make another smart comment, the doorbell rings.

Ainsley glances at Quinn, frowning. “Are you expecting anyone?”

“Nope,” Quinn says, shoving another chip into his mouth, his brows furrowed in confusion and concern.

Sighing, Ainsley shifts Freya onto her other hip and opens the door. A delivery man is standing there with a white box tied with a bright red ribbon.

“Ms. Hughes?” he asks, consulting the clipboard in his hand. His chest is lifting heavily probably from the amount of time he spent in the elevator to get to their floor.

“That’s me,” she says slowly.

“This is for you. Happy Valentine’s Day,” the man says before handing over the box and heading back to the elevator

Ainsley wants to shout at him but it is too late. The doors of the elevator are already closing after him. She shuts the door, staring down at the box in confusion.

“What is it?” Quinn asks, sitting up on the couch now, his curiosity clearly piqued.

“I have no idea,” Ainsley mutters, setting the box on the counter and waiting for Quinn to join them.

Freya is taken into Quinn’s arms, her little hands reaching eagerly for the ribbon. “Open it, Mommy?”

“Hold on,” Ainsley says, her fingers trembling slightly as she pulls the ribbon loose. Lifting the lid, she freezes. Inside is a heart-shaped cake, beautifully decorated with pink frosting. The words Happy Valentine’s Day, Ainsley, and Freya are written in elegant script across the top.

Quinn let out a low whistle, leaning over her shoulder. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

Ainsley shoots him a sharp look, her cheeks heating. “It’s probably just…” She trails off, unable to come up with a reasonable explanation. Because actually, she has none.

“Maybe Jacky and Luke sent it?” she tries, but she knows if it were her younger brother’s they would do something crazier, and by the look Quinn gives her, she only confirms it.

Freya bounces on her uncle’s hip, pointing at the cake. “Can eat? Pleeease?”

Ainsley ignores her brother’s knowing smirk as she reaches for her phone, already suspecting who the sender might be instead of her brothers. She taps out a quick message.

Ainsley - Did you send us a cake?

Her phone buzzes almost immediately.

Nico - Maybe. Do you like it?

Quinn is peering over her shoulder now, reading the message with a grin. “Nico?” he asks, far too amused for her liking. Not that Quinn likes the idea of Nico sending his twin cake but he can’t say it isn’t a nice gesture.

“Shut up,” Ainsley mumbles, but her lips betray her with the tiniest hint of a smile.

Freya tugs on Ainsley’s sleeve, her eyes locked on the cake. “Can eat now, Mommy?”

“Hold on,” Ainsley says, shooting Quinn a warning look as he snickers. “Go wash your hands first, Freya.” Quinn carefully puts her down ruffling her hair.

Freya huffs but obeys, scurrying off to the bathroom. The moment she is out of earshot, Ainsley turns to Quinn. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting.” Quinn leans back against the counter, arms crossed. “The guy’s in New Jersey, and he’s still out here sending Valentine’s cakes? That’s some dedication for someone you’ve only met twice.” Even though he’s making fun of it he’s not keen on this idea of Nico’s.

“It’s not like that,” Ainsley says quickly, though the warmth creeping up her neck betrays her. “He’s just… being nice.”

Quinn smirks. “Sure. Because it’s totally normal for a guy to ship a personalized cake to someone he’s just being nice to.”

Ainsley groans and turns her attention back to her phone. She taps out another message.

Ainsley - Freya is very excited, by the way. Ainsley - Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.

His response comes almost instantly.

Nico - I wanted to. She’s a great kid. Nico - And you deserve something nice today too.

Ainsley stares at the screen, her heart doing an annoying little flutter. She is so distracted that she doesn’t notice Freya returning, her hands still a bit damp from washing.

“Mommy, show Nico card now?” Freya asks, holding up the bright pink paper covered in glitter and heart stickers.

Quinn snorts. “This is gold.” But the thing does something to his heart. Seeing his niece being this comfortable around a guy she met only twice makes him a little uncomfortable.

Ainsley shoots him another glare. “Freya, honey, Nico’s in New Jersey. We can’t exactly hand-deliver your card.”

Freya’s face falls for a moment before she brightens up. “Show him on phone!”

Before Ainsley can argue, Freya climbs onto the chair next to her, holding the card up toward the phone camera. “Look, Mommy! Picture for Nico!”

Quinn, who is utterly useless, bursts into laughter. “You’re doomed.”

Ainsley sighs but can’t bring herself to say no to Freya’s excited smile. She snaps a picture of the card and sends it to Nico with a quick caption:

Ainsley - Freya insisted you see her Valentine’s masterpiece. Ainsley - Prepare for glitter.

Nico doesn’t waste any second and replies almost immediately.

Nico - Tell Freya it’s perfect Nico - And it made my day. Nico - But now I feel bad I didn’t give her a card either.

Freya, who is watching over her mommy’s shoulder, furrows her brows.

“He likes it, Mommy?” she asks, completely confused about all the words on the screen.

“Yeah baby he does,” she ruffles her hair with a soft smile. Seeing her daughter this happy makes her happy.

“He likes it! Uncle Quinn, you hear? Nico likes card!”

Quinn ruffles her hair with a grin. “I heard, kiddo. Looks like you’ve got a fan.”

Ainsley groans, burying her face in her hands. “You’re both impossible.”

But even as Quinn teases her and Freya bounces around the kitchen, Ainsley can’t help sneaking another glance at her phone.

Ainsley - Thanks again

She types, hesitating for a moment before adding, Ainsley - You didn’t just make Freya’s day. You made mine too.

The response is simple, but it makes her heart skip.

Nico - Good. That’s all I wanted.

It isn’t much, just a few words, but Nico can picture Ainsley reading them, maybe rolling her eyes, maybe smiling without meaning to. He doesn’t know her that well yet, but he knows enough to guess she probably isn’t used to someone making an effort for her.

Freya, though—Freya makes it easy.

His phone buzzes again, and when he glances at the screen, another picture of the glitter-covered Valentine’s card stares back at him. It is crooked, the stickers are placed haphazardly, and the words To Nico! are written in Freya’s wobbly, oversized letters.

He huffs out a quiet laugh. She made him a Valentine’s card. A fucking Valentine’s card.

And now he kind of wishes he had thought to make one too. Even though it is a childish thing.

Shaking his head, he runs a hand through his hair and opens his camera roll. He scrolls until he finds what he is looking for—a picture from last week, snapped on a whim. It is a shot of the Hudson River at sunset, the water painted in streaks of pink and orange, a few buildings silhouetting in the distance. He took it while he was walking home from dinner, not really thinking much of it at the time.

Now, though, it feels like the right thing to send.

Nico - Tell Freya I owe her a Valentine next year. Nico - But for now, this is for you both. Nico - Since you made my day too.

He attaches the photo and hits send.

It isn’t a cake, which they already have. It isn’t a stuffed animal or something Freya can hold in her tiny hands. But maybe, just maybe, it is enough to remind Ainsley that he is thinking about them—even from thousands of miles away.

His phone buzzes again a few seconds later.

Ainsley - Freya says, ‘Ooooh, so pretty!’ Ainsley - And thank you. It’s beautiful.

A slow warmth spreads through Nico’s chest. He doesn’t know exactly what he is doing, or where this is going, but he knows one thing for sure.

He isn’t just thinking about them today.

He thinks about them every damn day.

Quinn - You knew about Nico’s Valentine’s surprise?

Quinn doesn’t have to wait long for a response, considering in New Jersey, is nine pm and Jack is phone addicted.

Jacky boy – What surprise? Jacky boy – Luke doesn’t know too.

Quinn sighs at that and shakes his head. Jack is not as sly as he thinks he is. Of course, he knows about this and so does Luke.

Quinnifer – Jack Rowden Hughes, you knew! Quinnifer – You little piece of shit!! Quinnifer – Why the hell you did not tell me?

On the other side of America, Jack is lying on a couch with Luke, both laughing at their angry older brother. They had known for about two months now that Nico id planning something to surprise Ainsley, they even helped him.

They knew if they told Quinn, he would fly out of his skin. He is sometimes too overprotective of Ainsley. Not that Jack and Luke aren’t, hell they didn’t like the idea of Nico having a crush on her, but they know him, and they trust him.

And Nico knows he can’t fuck up. He is kind of scared of Quinn when it comes to Ainsley. He heard how he is when it comes to his twin sister.

Jack just shakes his head at the overprotectiveness and types out a quite long response.

Jack boy – Because you are acting like a fucking psycho when it comes to sis.

As soon as he sends it, his phone rings and his brother’s face pops on the screen. Jack groans annoyed which makes Luke look over at him. Luke's eyes roll back when they see Quinn’s face.

“Pick it. You know he won’t stop.”

“Hello there, my dear brother!” Jack says with a cheesy smile.

“What the hell?” Quinn whisper-yells, looking around himself to make sure Ainsley isn’t nearby. “I swear to Stanley Cup if you helped him-”

“Okay, Q. Shut it! We didn’t like the idea from the beginning, but hey, Nico isn’t like the asshole.” Luke says annoyed by his brother’s overprotectiveness.

“Yeah, I know. It was kinda nice of him. You should see Freya; she even made him a fucking card,” He shakes his head pinching the bridge of his nose. “But I don’t like the idea of some man being like this after he met her only two times.”

“That is really nice of her,” Jack says his heart melting over his favorite niece. Before he can say anything else his sister’s voice startles him.

“Quinn! Are you serious?” Ainsley’s head pops on the screen, her eyes full of disbelief. “You are way too overprotective. And you two, thank you for helping him. It was nice of him and you.”

“You are welcome, gorgeous.” Luke winks at her, a blush coating her cheeks.

“Anyway, I and Freya are going to call Nico to thank him. And you, young man,” she looks at Quinn with furrowed brows. “Stop it!” with that she angrily walks out of the room, leaving her three brothers alone.

Annoyed by Quinn’s overprotectiveness she walks inside her room, where is Freya impatiently waiting for her mom so they can finally call Nico.

“Mommy, call!” she shrieks and makes a grabby hand at her mom.

“Minute baby! Mommy has to change her clothes first,” she says while she stands in front of the wardrobe, thinking about what she should wear.

“Mommy!” Freya whines kicking her legs as she lays on her back.

“Okay! Mommy doesn’t need to change.”

She doesn’t even know why she thought about changing, it isn’t like she needs to look good in front of Nico.

As she sits down, Freya climbs on her lap, her tiny hands reaching for the phone she is holding in front of them.

“What do we say when Nico pics up baby?”

“Hello, Nico!” Freya giggles as she watches her mom click on Nico's contact and FaceTime him.

It takes a few seconds before Nico’s face pops on the screen and Freya giggles from excitement.

“Grizzly!” she shrieks, her face being the only thing Nico can see.

“Freya!” Ainsley gasps in disbelief, while Nico only laughs at the nickname. She takes the phone from her daughter’s hands and rests it against the pillow so both of them can be seen. She grabs Freya’s shirt when she almost falls face straight down on the bed and sits her on her lap. “We don’t say things like-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Ainsley is interrupted by Nico’s laughter. “I kinda look like one.”

“You like card?” Freya asks, crawling from Ainsley’s lap closer to the phone, this time her nose and eyes taking over Nico’s screen.

“I love it,” he smiles when he hears the sweet giggles coming from her small mouth. “Freya, would you mind moving back a little bit so I can see your mommy?” he asks, grinning when Freya nods her head and moves back on Ainsley’s lap. Ainsley soothes the hair from her daughter’s face away, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

“You should see her face when I picked her up from preschool and she told me she has a surprise for you.” Ainsley giggles, her eyes not leaving Freya whose attention is now on her stuffed bunny.

“I can imagine that.”

“Anyway, thank you again for the cake. It was delicious, right Fre?” she nudges her shoulder to get her attention.

“Yes, yummy.” Even though she answers, her attention does not leave the bunny for a second.

“Well, I am glad you liked it. But the credits go to Jack and Luke.” He says shyly, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I know,” she giggles, sitting more comfortably. The conversation between her and Nico takes another hour or so before she excuses herself that she needs to batch Freya and feed her.

It is when she’s just sitting on the couch that Quinn comes to her with chocolate in his hand and a nervous smile on his lips.

“I am sorry sis. I know I was acting like an asshole, but you have to understa-” he rambles out, standing in front of her.

“I do Quinny. It’s just annoying how overprotective you are.” She sighs, snatching the chocolate from his hands. A giggle leaves her mouth when Quinn jumps on her, tickling her sides.

“Stop it!” she giggles, squirming under Quinn’s body. “Quinifer!”

“Okay, okay.” He says between laughs, rolling down from her.

“You know she called him a Grizzly?” she says after a while, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Really?” he chuckles, pride swirling through his chest. “Well, he kind of looks like one.” Ainsley glares at him, but the playful smirk on his lips softens her and she smiles.

But he is handsome Grizzly.

[walkingnearfoxes]

Fall in Love with Me Again. (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Dean coming back from hell is pretty similar to Odysseus returning to Penelope, ain’t it?

Inspired by Epic: The Musical. This is my first Dean fic on here, but the sweet boy has always held a very special place in my dead heart. Apologies if I mess up some canon but in my defense so does the actual show.

Warnings for angst, fluff, and barely contained references to musicals. 

Dean thought Sam attacking him would be the most painful reaction to his return. He was wrong. Your indifference was much worse.

Bobby gave him the address of the apartment. You were living just a few miles away from the old man. The fact that you settled was a shock. You were a hunter - always had been. You grew up alongside the Winchesters - stealing whiskey bottles from your fathers, practicing your aim at every shooting range, learning how to kiss Dean whenever your family’s hunts overlapped in the same shitty town. Dean knew you better than anyone, and no way you would throw away everything you knew for an everyday life. Bobby corrected him.

“She kept up looking for you as long as she could,” He explained, and damn it if Dean didn’t hate how everyone talked to him like he was a ticking time bomb. “But every monster this side of Mississippi was trying to trick her. Demons, shapeshifters, all these bastards wearing your face.”

Dean had to see you as soon as possible.

He barely had the patience to knock on your door, but he managed. He bounced on the heels of his boots in the agonizing seconds it took for you to get to the door. When you finally opened it, his breath left him. So many visions of you in hell, twisted images to torment him. But this is you. It’s really you standing there. You stare back at him, and for perhaps the first time in either of your lives, he can’t read you. 

“Dean?”

“Let me beat you to the punch, okay?” He sputters, worried you might slam the door in his face. He pulls a prepared vial of holy water from one pocket and a silver knife from the other. “I can do all the tests you need me to. I got the guns in the car, too-”

You hold up a hand gently. “Dean, it’s okay. Bobby called me.”

Dean stops. Sure, he didn’t expect you to fall to your knees and cry, but why were you looking at him like he was nothing more than a door-to-door salesperson?

“Oh…that’s good,” He huffs awkwardly, shoving his contents back into his leather pockets. “Yeah. I’m…I’m back, sweetheart.”

You smile as if greeting a server at your table. Dean watches incredulously as you step aside, inviting him into your normie apartment. “Come in.”

Dean carefully follows you. His eyes scan the apartment as you lead him to a circular table in the kitchen. Everything about this house feels stale. There’s no trace of your personality. It’s like you walked into a showroom and picked up every piece of furniture without changing anything. His brows furrow as he obeys your silent gesture to sit at the table. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” You ask him with a lazy wave towards the shitty fridge. “I have a few beers, a vodka seltzer or two…”

He was starting to wish you’d just stabbed him at the front door.

“No, I’m fine,” Dean nods to the chair beside him. “Please just…sit down.”

You sit, but you sit across the table rather than next to him. He clenches his hand into a shaking fist on his lap.

Silence had always been comfortable between you. You spent countless hours on boring surveillance together. You spent even more hours nestled in each other’s arms without saying a word. His thoughts drifted from this damned apartment and to a cold night in West Virginia. He drove the two of you to the outskirts of Harper’s Ferry, where your only company was the forest, the night sky, and one another. For a long while, you had just admired the stars. Then, you made up stupid constellations together. Bobby’s Patio. Sam’s Missing Belt. The Colt if it had Two Triggers. He’d go through hell again if it meant hearing you laugh the way you had that night.

“You look…different,” You say softly.

So do you, Dean thinks, but instead replies, “Different how?”

You slowly look him over, and he resists the urge to squirm. “Your eyes are tired,” You finally answer, your voice barely above a whisper - and he can just detect a sorrow in your voice. 

Dean doesn’t know if you still don’t think it’s him. He doesn’t know if you’re in shock. All he knows is that after everything he had been through, after everything he lost, he needs you. He needs you to know that it’s him, and that you won’t leave.

Slowly, he reaches over for your hand. His breath hitches when you don’t pull away. His calloused fingers gently squeeze your soft skin as he finds the bravery to speak. “Sweetheart…it’s me. It’s really me. But I’m not the same person I was.”

Your impassive stare breaks a bit, the tension in your shoulders lessening. “What do you mean?”

He looks down at the table, tracing the patterns of the wood. “The things I did down there…” He closes his eyes and tightens his grip on your hand like a lifeline. “I did what I had to do to survive. It was the only thing I could do. I wish I didn’t remember it, sweetheart. I wish…I shouldn’t be here right now. After what I’ve done, I don’t deserve you.”

Your thumb tentatively brushes over the back of his hand. “Dean…”

“But I’m a selfish son of a bitch,” He looks up to meet your gaze, tears just testing his restraint. “I’m not the man you knew…I’m not the man you fell in love with. But I need to know…I need to know I still have you. I need to know you can fall in love with me again.”

You’re silent for a moment, your eyes measuring his face. Finally, with a slight squeeze of his hand, you speak. “Dean…I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again,” You gently bite your bottom lip. “But I’ve been tricked so many times…I need to be sure it’s you.”

Dean’s eyes widen as he nods eagerly. “I’ll do anything.”

You nod, and then slowly reach underneath your shirt. You reveal a necklace hidden under your collar. It’s a simple silver chain that ends in a small pendant of an oak tree. You gently tug at it so it breaks, and hold it out to him in your palm. You look at it momentarily, and then up at his face. “Throw this out.”

Dean lets go of your other hand, his face bewildered. “What?”

You blink, then arch your brows at him. “What? It’s a pretty easy task. There’s a trash can right there-”

“I don’t care about the damn trash can,” He snaps as he stands up angrily from his chair. “The hell’s wrong with you?! You think I forgot about that pendant?”

Your expression is bewildered as you slowly stand up along with him. “Dean, it’s just a necklace.”

He looks at you as if you’ve struck him. “I bought that for you. You know what it means.”

Your eyes narrow. “What does it mean?”

He’s too hurt by all of this to question your sudden memory loss. Instead, he rages. “You told me that tree looked just like the one in Bobby’s backyard. And it damn well does. We were climbing that stupid tree when you said you loved me for the first time.”

He doesn’t notice how your hand tightens around the necklace, or how your eyes water.

“You told me you’d die before you threw away that necklace!” Dean snaps. “I’m not gonna throw it out just ‘cause you’ve lost your damn mind-”

You’re suddenly jumping into his arms. He stumbles backwards from its force, body stiff in shock as you curl your limbs around him like a koala. It takes him a moment to realize you’re fully crying, and then he’s immediately wrapping his arms around you. He holds you as tightly as he can allow as your face buries against the side of his neck. He says nothing, too stunned and relieved at once to form a thought. 

“I’m sorry,” You whisper shakily against his neck. “I’m so sorry. I had to be sure it was really you. You’re the only one who would’ve known all of that.”

“That was all a test?” Dean asks, his hand unsonciously cupping the back of your head. 

You nod, drawing your head back to look at him. “You said yourself you’re not the same man.”

He wants to kiss away the tears running down your cheeks, but he shakes his head instead. “I’m not, sweetheart. If you knew what I’ve done-”

“I don’t care what you’ve done.” You reach up to cup the side of his face. “I don’t care how long it’s been.”

He presses his forehead to yours, his eyes falling shut as your voice breaks him.

“If you want me to fall in love with you again, I will. Over and over again.” You whisper. “But I’ve never stopped. I never will. I’ve been waiting for you, and I know who you are.”

Dean kisses you. He kisses you with tears on his face, his hands cupping your cheeks. You kiss him back, and for the first time in years, Dean can feel himself calm. 

He doesn’t know how much time he passed before he finally pulls away, but only so he can look into your eyes. They’re the same eyes he fell in love with all those years ago, and the same eyes that will steal his heart time and time again.

“I love you,” He whispers.

Your loving smile nearly breaks him again. “I love you, too.”

[dontyoufeelitangel]

Hello Ghesties, Ghouls & Ghoulettes! Welcome to Angels run-down show-down, where I (Angel) do a run down of the Ghovie for all you lovely folk!!

Didn’t get the chance to see the Ghovie aka Rite Here Rite Now? Fear not for I am here! This post will contain a run-down of what happened during the Ghovie.

So this is your warning:

‼️SPOILERS AHEAD ‼️

I will be breaking this down into separate parts:

Lore: contains all lore that was mentioned

Songs: songs that were played

And Theatrics: stage play and other attributes that happened.

Another fair warning: there is a possibility that not everything that happened in the movie is noted here, I may have forgotten some things!! But I will do my best to include everything🤍

Additional notes: many fans including me were worried that this project would be incredibly low quality due to the fact it’s a movie operated by a band. More so worried that the movie would be the same quality as the YouTube episodes. I can confirm that the camera quality for this movie is amazing. You can compare the filmography to Taylor swifts era tour movie. Each shot for rite here rite now is shot with a high-to-low speed motion camera. The audio quality is above and beyond, even nihils ghost is very detailed and realistic. Every film shot is synchronized with the songs and instruments (example: camera changes for each beat/camera focuses on certain ghouls for their assigned solo)

Lore:

Story: the plot of the ghovie is a showcase of their Kia forum concert mixed with short lore scenes. Between every 2-3 songs there would be a scene of Copia running behind stage and talking with imperator and nihil OR getting dressed and ready for his next performance.

When he talked with imperator and nihil, he mostly talked to them about what would happen after the concert. Nihil and imperator told him numerous times that he was “focusing to much on the past and future instead of living in the moment, living right here, right now.”

Copia realizes this before he does his encore, so he goes out and does a great encore assuming he’ll soon die. After the encore and when the concert is finished, unfortunately imperator dies and gives a note to Copia.

The note states that he will not die, but rather be gifted a new higher status in the clergy. In which he’ll further be known as Frater (Latin for brother, which makes sense if we think about the title for sister imperator). And because there is no head for the ghost project they will bring in a new front man. The movie ends before the front man is revealed and we are left on a cliffhanger.

The lore for the ghovie is very similar and the same to what we already know! Not to much was revealed but here were the key points of what was mentioned:

⭐️the other brothers were not directly mentioned or shown on camera. The only references to the other emeritus brothers was the backdrop for the stage (stained glass windows portraying the previous brothers & nihil)

⭐️it was confirmed that Nihil was copias father and that during the kiss the go-goat music video sister imperator was pregnant with Copia.

⭐️Copia even acknowledges nihil as his dad, in one scene where he says “thanks dad”

⭐️sister imperator ends up passing at the end of the movie but becomes a spirit and is seen with the rest of the spirits (nihil and the twins, yes, the twins seem in the YouTube episodes apparently have died)

⭐️the ghouls were not to involved with the lore except for the fact they all surrounded imperators dead body when she passed. (Idk if this counts as lore but) the ghouls also talked in the movie, only for a small scene though. Bass ghoul (Rain) is the ghoul that talked.

⭐️nihil says that he produced three songs. The third song is the one we see during the credits. Song is : the future is a foreign land, as shown here:

SONGS:

The songs that played were the ones that were played at the Kia forum shows. Songs that where played included:

⚡️imperium (pre - opener)

⚡️Kaisarion (opener/curtain pull) (also if I remember correctly there was a short clip of a harp but I’m not sure if it was being played or not during that song.)

⚡️rats

⚡️faith

⚡️spillways

⚡️Cirice (he ciriced the camera making it look like he Ciriced us)

⚡️Absolution

⚡️ritual

⚡️call me little sunshine

⚡️con clavi con dio

⚡️ watcher in the sky

⚡️ if you have ghosts (acoustic version with two cellos, violin & harp ghoulettes. As well as a background vocalist ghoulette who did absolutely amazing! Also papa gives a speech about how “everyone is important and that their presence at that concert was inspiring”)

⚡️dominion

⚡️ Twenties (body painted skeleton dancers came out and performed on stage, they did cartwheels, threw eachother around and even picked up cardi)

⚡️year zero

⚡️spoksonat

⚡️he is (I cried)

⚡️miasma (nihil told Copia that he didn’t want to die, but even when he did he was still happy because he got to perform and bring joy to people temporarily when they revived him. Nihil also told Copia to focus on the good in life)

⚡️Mary on a cross (animated in a scooby-doo style, where nihil chases around imperator as she fights him and runs away)

⚡️ mummy dust

⚡️respite on the spitalfields (each ghoul/ghoulette got a solo)

⚡️ kiss the go-goat

⚡️dance macabre (skeleton dancers come out for a second time with silk fans)

⚡️square hammer

THEATRICS:

Some silly theatrics that happened include:

💙Copia huffing the gas from a whip-cream can before performing.

💙jumped in a storage transfer crate and had a whole convo with nihil.

💙has a the tour manager (Ashley) come out on stage and change his shoes for him.

💙only Copia can see the spirits of his family, so when he would talk to nihil or imperator, spectators around him would think he’s crazy and talking to himself.

💙many of the behind the scenes crew of the band were included in the movie such as : Ashley(tour manager), and many of the security guards & jesus( you know who lol)

💙remember when everyone was freaking out about the fact there’d be a blowjob reference? Yeah well there was no actual blow job scene, the warning for the blow job was for when Kyle aka Jesus came out and blew away the confetti.

💙there is also a scene at the end in which Copia is flying away from the concert (I guess that’s his preferred way of transportation lol??) he is flying in the hot air balloon we see in the cover for rite here rite now. He flies into space before falling, ouch!

💙during his flight there’s a montage of sister imperator being pregnant with him, during this montage we see twins. Twin babies, twin children. We are unsure if this is a reference to Tobias’s twins or if Copia has a twin.

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If I forgot to add anything or got info wrong please feel free to leave a comment and I will correct myself as fast as possible!!

Don’t you feel it Angel? I do⚡️

[woods-and-adlers-left-hand-chap]

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