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The First and The Last, pt. 2

Still thinking of Matthew Michael Murdock and how absolutely WRECKED he gets for you, the girl who he lost his virginity to.

Summary: Matthew Michael Murdock has been sexually confident and cocky for years but it all had to start with someone, right? That someone is you. After a misunderstanding causes Matt to cut ties and run, years have gone by before Matt stumbles on the truth and must face the fact that he's still very much not over you.

A part 2 to this piece, because some truly lovely people wanted one and now I guess I’m making this into a series so here we gooo – there’s no fucking plan here babes I’m fresh from the fucking ER, on bed rest for the next 2 weeks so keep the expectations low ngl LOL. Hope you're ready for almost 6k words of angst and smut!

So here’s more Matt POV as a treat <3

Pt. 2 Haunted

CW: explicit language, SMUT, P in V sex, afab!Reader, sub!Matt, virgin!Matt, Matt Murdock is a warning himself ok???, mdni, 18+ this CW list is not exhaustive proceed with caution you are in charge of your own media consumption. Matt also calls Reader Angel in this because well I have a soft spot for pet names and this just fits for Matt doesn't it?

pt. 1 Revelations │ pt. 2 Haunted │ pt. 3 tba...

If Matt thought he could just move on with his life like his world wasn’t just shaken and stirred like a cheap drink without any of the sweetness and all of the burn, he thought wrong. Since the moment Foggy made his way to their shared office smelling like you, since the moment he heard that you never meant to abandon him? Leave him behind like everyone before and after you?

It's like the certainty of the tides. An overripe fruit slipping off the branch and crashing down to earth. The surety of the sun rising and falling, whether you want it to or not.

His thoughts inevitably, inescapably, unavoidably – return to you.

Matt’s pretty sure you’ve successfully driven him mad. Unearthed a piece of you carved so deeply into him he’s not sure how he’s lived until now thinking he was over you. You haven’t even done anything, you have no clue that you’ve managed to disrupt his carefully crafted façade of confidence and charm.

He managed to get through the day but if pressed? He couldn’t tell anyone any specifics. He had no idea what notations he made on his cases. No idea what Foggy or Karen spoke to him about. What clients he met with.

How could he?

With that scent radiating off of Foggy’s coat, invading his lungs and filling his mouth so thoroughly he could swear up and down on his knees that he could still taste you. After all the years, all the other women, all the other heartbreaks he’s experienced. He can still taste the phantom of you. Still knows what comprises your unique scent.

Honey soaked peaches. He couldn’t forget even after everything. No matter the other women he’s tasted, no matter the other scents his sensitive nose has encountered over the years. Yours is still the one that makes his throat run dry, his mouth water, his teeth too big for his jaws. Deceptively soft, it still manages to overtake all else. Leaves him with that gentle tremor in his hands, an ache in his chest, a ravenous hunger in his belly.

If Matt were a betting man, he’d bet that his pupils were blown wide for the entirety of his working day.

He managed to say his goodbyes, avoiding the questioning gazes of Foggy and Karen and made his way back home. The further away he got from Foggy’s coat, from your scent and all those trembling, blazing memories, he hoped that he could set aside thoughts of you.

He was so, so wrong.

When he’s out that night terrifying criminals and stalking the dark corners of Hell’s Kitchen, that bone deep ache in the shape of you still writhes in the back of his mind. He can’t help but wonder if your skin is still as soft as he remembers. If his faulty memories have glorified the sound of your racing heart. If he correctly recalls the feeling of your kiss-swollen lips sliding down his cock.

He can’t help but twitch at the memory of surrendering to the swirl of sensations and holy sin that was your cunt tightening around him until the only noises he could make were choked approximations of your name.

Matt arrives at home carrying nothing but himself and a perplexing concoction of needy desire and self-loathing. He tosses his mask to the floor, gripping his hands in his hair in tight fists. Sighing, Matt straightens up and gets ready for bed.

But even then he finds no reprieve from you. You’re a ghost that his senses conjure up even in his sleep. His mind invoking you like some wrathful spirit – but you’re all tenderness and love, sweet nectar and whispers of absolution he thought he’d never find before you. He doesn’t know if this version is better or worse. If he should hope for your anger and your tears, instead of this all-encompassing warmth that haunts him more effectively than any demon from Father Lantom’s services.

His dreams of you that night have his body twisted in his sheets, soaked from his own sweat and desire. His cock weeps and his mouth releases breathy whines as his voracious mind invokes the intoxicating sensations of you.

You and your petal-soft lips pressed against his. Swallowing his pleas for something he has yet to experience. He doesn’t know what he’s begging for quite yet but he knows that you – with your gentle hands and your tender heart and your willing lips – will give it to him.

You’re on top of him and all over him, and like a blanket you block out the rest of the world. All he can feel, all he can taste and touch and smell is you. His spinning mind coming to a standstill on its axis and the focus is you. Everything narrows down to your fingers in his hair, stroking it away from his face. Your lips coaxing his to open and let him truly taste the essence of you with his clumsy tongue. Your legs straddling his waist so he can feel the heat radiating from your pussy and making his cock pulse with need.

The sound of your heartbeat thundering in your chest in a paradoxically relaxing rhythm, the sound of your blood rushing through you, the sound of your voice telling him how pretty he is, how good he’s being for you – all of these combined paints a devastating picture that drowns all else out. Matt never stood a chance.

And when the both of you are finally naked, when he’s bared everything he is to you, he can feel the heat of his blush shade his throat all the way up to his cheeks. The smell of your combined arousal surrounds him in a heady daze – like a heavy mist of musk and honeyed peaches and Matt never knew there was a smell to desperate desire until this moment but he knows in the bowels of his greedy mind that he wants this all the time, for always.

His hands are shaking and if he could string his thoughts together he’d probably know it’s from nerves. But your hands slide up his arms and intwine them together above his shoulders and hold him steady. They’re anchor points in this dizzying array of pleasure and desperation and soul-crushing need and he clutches your hands like they’re the only things holding him down to the earth. For one frantic moment, Matt truly believes if you let go of him the world would swallow him up and spit him back out and he’d never be able to find his way back from the abyss – until your thumb strokes grounding circles into his skin. And all at once, he’s brought gently back to earth, back to you in his bed.

You brush your nose along his neck, producing a shiver that brings a smile to your face.

“You still with me Matty?” you breathe into his neck. He whimpers at the sensitivity and though his eyes are useless he closes them to concentrate on the feeling. He nods his head drowsily and you stifle a giggle against his jaw. He revels in the vibrations, this bright burst of joy amidst the headiness of your skin on his.

But then, in the next breath, you slide your pussy along the length of his cock and Matt simply melts. His thoughts white out with the heat of you grinding against him, your slick drowning his cock. He chokes on his tongue, throwing his head back against the pillow.

Gasping, he grips your hands harder and jerkily grinds upwards. You lean forward and kiss him, stifling his cries. He kisses you back, uncaring for technique or finesse when the wet slide of your pussy along his cock is producing the most debauched sound he’s ever heard and all he wants is more. 

Your lips are firm against his, however. You steady his frantic movements and gently slow him down. Your lips and tongue coaxing his to allow you to suckle his full bottom lip, to dance your tongue along his. You hook your ankles on the inside of his thighs and bear down, preventing Matt from grinding up against you and forcing him instead to match your sensual slide along his cock.

This carnal dance with you consumes him. He’s never felt so bare in his entire life – and it’s not because he’s as naked as the day he was born, crying and furious with life. The way you move against him, along him, into him destroys every barrier he’s ever meticulously surrounded himself with. You meet every depraved, greedy part of him and soothe it. You don’t force him to surrender to you, you don’t even ask him for any part of himself he’s unwilling to give. You simply offer to him everything he’s never allowed himself to want, to acknowledge that he needs, and he’s helpless but to capitulate to your sweet seduction.

Matt can do nothing else but sink into the depths and pray it drowns him.

So when you urge him to sit up and slide yourself under him? He’s defenseless. You lay there before him like an offering with your knees bent and legs spread. Matt kneels between them and runs his unsteady hands along your thighs. He grips them, marveling at the dimpling of your skin in his large hands. You’re so goddamn soft and delicate in his rough palms he wants to take a bite. Wants to sink his teeth in and never let go. Mark you as his down to the bone so you can never be rid of him. Now, more than ever in his recent memory, he wishes that he could see – so that he can trace the soft lines and curves of you. So he can know what your hair looks like against the sheets of his bed. So he can know the color of your eyes as they gaze half-lidded at him.

He always knew one of his greatest sins aside from wrath was greed but you make him want for things he had long accepted he’d never have.

He leans over you and uses his extraordinary senses to consume you instead. He listens to the rush of your blood and the strong beating of your heart. He feels the heat of your sex radiating off of you, the quickened puffs of your breath warming the air. He smells the intoxicating mix of your combined desires.

And his world on fire blazes brighter.

His breathes are long and shaky when you reach your hands out to him. He unclasps his hands from their bruising grip on your thighs and entwines your fingers together. His chest is on yours now, and the soft pillows of your breasts drag along his skin. The sensation is enough for his mouth to drop open on an exhale and he lowers his head to rest on yours. He wishes he could meet your eyes.

You shift your hips upwards and he presses his head harder into yours. Matt drags his cock along the seam of your pussy and hisses. You coo at him, smiling against his lips as your breath fans across his face. The two of you stay like this, a reversal of earlier with him grinding down into you now.

The head of his cock notches at the entrance of your pussy, already leaking and mixing with your slick. He fumbles a kiss with you, thighs already shaking with restraint. He doesn’t know what he’s waiting for, he just knows that he’ll do whatever you say with heaven this close.

“Just like I showed you earlier, ok Matt? There’s no rush, you have me,” you murmur into his mouth, smiling softly at his near-silent gasps. He has you, he has you, he has you. What a dangerous thought, he thinks half-crazed. He licks his lips and nods, swallowing hard before following your example and starting to push into you.

With the first tentative thrust of his cock into the heat of your pussy, Matt’s eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with barely restrained whines. The roar of his blood drowns out all other sound and Matt just knows that nothing will ever come close to this moment in time with you.

His head drops into the cradle of your neck and pants into your skin. He’s dimly aware of the sound of your smiling but he’s frozen solid from the stranglehold your pussy has on his cock. It’s all consuming, this tight wet heat that you’re gripping him with.

He had prayed earlier to drown in you and it seems he was standing at the precipice of sinking into your depths.

“You’re doing so good for me, Matty.” Your voice breaks through the surface and all he can respond with is hitching whines and sounds he didn’t know he was capable of producing. Pathetic ones in any other context but they’re all he has to offer you in the face of this mind-melting pleasure.

God, his cock is barely in you and he already feels destroyed. Surely, surely this must be the summit. Certainly, he cannot climb this mountain of pleasure any higher.

He’s wrong.

Like a galaxy opening up and swallowing him whole, the next few moments pass by in whirls of heat and flares of white-hot pleasure. His cock is buried in your pussy down to the root, his balls nestled snuggly against your ass. He can feel your essence dripping from you, can feel the pulse of your heart beating through the tight walls of your pussy and he’s driven half-mad by the thought that here you are. Wrapped around him, under him and he’ll always have you.

Matt tries – and fails – to form words for you. To tell you that he’s yours as much as you are his. That you’ve given the snarling monster in his head a taste of heaven in his drooling jowls and now his teeth have sunken in, his jaw has locked in place and there’s no chance of him letting go. He tries and fails to tell you that this, this is how you tame the devil himself. Trailing touches that leave goosebumps in their wake, praises murmured against his temple, delicate fingers stroking through his hair.

Deliriously, Matt thinks that if Lucifer were treated to the smooth skin of your body and the soaked inferno that is your pussy, he would have willingly returned to Heaven for another taste.

You drag your fingertips up the curve of Matt’s spine to rest along his jawline and chin to tilt his face towards yours. The sensation causes Matt to arch his back and jerk his hips. His cock slides somehow deeper into your pussy as it tightens around him like a vice and any words he had to offer you are choked off with a lewd moan. A throaty hum from you draws his attention and suddenly he needs more. Needs to please you. Needs to claw out more sounds from you, needs to feel your pussy tighten around him, needs to feel more of your slick dripping from his skin and branding him. Because this is his his his.

Trying to copy your earlier rhythm, he draws his hips back and then glides forward. The sound of your soaked pussy echoes in his ears and suddenly the words that were lost to him earlier come tumbling out unfettered and uncensored.

"Oh fuck- oh holy shit you're everywhere."

Matt squeezes his eyes closed and whimpers. You’ve swallowed him whole – his cock, his greed, fuck even his goddamn soul - you've taken it all. He’s given it to you because what else can he do in the face of this tidal wave?

His cock is sliding into you achingly slow and languid and sweet, just like you showed him earlier and he thinks he might just shake apart. He had thought that with his superhuman senses the act of sex would overwhelm him, overstimulate him in the worst ways but this? This deluge of pleasure and sin overpowers everything else and circles back for more. He can’t get enough, will never have enough. This flood is something he knows he’ll always find himself chasing more of.

And Matt? Matt wants to be good for you. Wants this to be good for you too – as much as this is wrecking him, he wants to experience you falling apart for him too.

“Please,” he rasps, his throat dry with fervor. He presses desperate kisses up your neck and the side of your face. He stumbles over his words as his mind tries to scramble his plea into something understandable, communicable to you. He’s trying to piece together his sanity enough to keep fucking into you and plead for you to guide him towards the end. His clumsy hands grasp onto the sheets with one and the other holds yours in a tight grip.

A breathless laugh escapes you. “Please, what baby? Gotta use your words for me, honey.” You coo at him teasingly and it takes the last of his resolve to not sob into your ear in need.

“Show – fuck! Show me…” Matt’s voice breaks and he clenches his jaw in embarrassment. He shoves his face into the pillow in a futile effort to hide it but you tut at him and the sound of your disapproval draws him back out. A high-pitched whine escapes his slipping control when he brings his face back to yours.

“Show you what, Matty? Be a good boy and tell me what you need.”

And that? That destroys him. He wants, so so badly to be good for you. All that roiling ambition and bullheaded stubbornness that got him into Columbia University despite the world seemingly doing its best to stop him is rearing its head. All of that tenacious focus is on you. He wants to be good enough because maybe if he’s good for you, you’ll stay with him and he’ll get to keep you.

 “Wanna make you feel good, angel… Wan’ – ngh, shit,” his words are slurred and he sounds drunk but he powers through. “Wan’ you to show me… Fuck, please!”

He cries out when you shift your hips to meet his thrusts and he’s too far gone to form coherent sentences for you but you understand what needs from you. You take the hand that’s still clasped in yours and drag it down to your hard nipples. You show him how to pluck them just right, strumming it in a rhythm that pleases you. His needy moans grow in volume when his combined movements cause you to gush around his cock. You’re breathing harder now, murmuring praises into his temple. He uses his whole hand to palm at your tits as softly as he’s capable of in the moment and you arch your chest into his nimble fingers.

Reaching up once again with the same hand, you shakily guide it down toward to your clit. He’s still pumping into you, in the same steady rhythm as before because you’ve already showed him that this is what pleases you best and he’ll be damned if doesn’t follow your directions. You use his fingers to circle softly around your clit and he’s amazed at how hard and puffy it’s gotten. He did that to you and the thought that he’s bringing you as much pleasure as you’ve given him makes his mind latch onto the patterns you’re teaching him to trace over your clit. Dazedly, he thinks that his fingers will remember the patterns you’ve shown him even in his sleep with how much importance his mind has attached to them.

You let go of his hand but his clever fingers continue to toy with your clit. Your voice pitches higher with praise and your cunt spasms around him.

There’s so much for him to focus on and the onslaught of pleasure brought on by your pulsating pussy drives a keening cry from his slack mouth. His breaths quicken and he’s powerless to stop his cock from driving harder into you.

You wind your fingers through his hair and capture his mouth with a kiss. He instinctively licks into your mouth frantically. Sucking your lips and plunging his tongue in a mimicry of his cock’s desperate thrusts.

“You gonna cum for me Matty?” you croon at him, breaking the kiss. He can feel the string of saliva still connecting the two of you. The string breaks and leaves the moisture glistening on his parted lips. “Want you to cum in me, Matty. Just let me have it.” Your voice is sweet and breathy and he wonders briefly if he’s stolen your breath like you’ve stolen his. You lean back in to give him another kiss, rubbing your nose along his.

Matt shakes his head wildly, refusing to cum just yet. How can he cum when he hasn’t felt you cum around his cock yet? He can feel your pussy contracting around him and the monster growling in his head tells him that he needs it like he needs air to breathe. Maybe more, definitely more.

His hand not still circling your clit claws at the sheets and he grits out, “Need you to cum with me, angel. Need you, need you, need you – God, please!” His wild thrusts can barely maintain his rhythm and it feels like his sanity is slipping away like sand through clenched fists. God he needs this, needs you.

“Then fuck me harder, Matty,” you breathe out, humming the words into his slack mouth. “Make me cum.”

With your commandment he dives forward and licks desperately into your mouth as he pumps his hips. His cock slamming into your sopping wet pussy produces the filthiest sounds. You throw your head back with a sinful groan and lift your hips to better receive his cock. It’s the most exquisite sound that’s graced his sensitive ears and he wants more more more. Heated bolts of pleasure burn low in his gut and he knows he won’t last. He’s hanging on with sharpened teeth of determination but he knows even his snarling fangs won’t be able to endure for long.

An accidental change in the angle of his thrusts makes his cock drag across the sensitive bundle of nerves deep in your pussy. He can hear the change of pitch in your cries, can feel your heartbeat begin to race harder in your chest.

“Fuck, Matty! There, so good for me baby – don’t stop,” you plead and demand at him. You grip onto the back of his neck, thumb on his erratic pulse and he hopes you can feel how hard his heart is beating for you.

An almost pained groan rips from his throat and Matt slams his cock insistently where you’ve directed him. He can practically taste your oncoming orgasm, you’re so close. Your pussy tightens around him, nearly strangling his cock in a scorching tight fist. Matt’s cock pulses and a rope of precum spurts out. His control, already slipping through his fingers, begins to rapidly dissolve. Bitten-off pleas and curses spill from Matt as he moves rapidly in and out of your squeezing pussy.

“You’re so fucking – “ Matt’s strained voice cuts off with a broken gasp before he continues. “So fucking perfect, angel. You feel so – so good. How can you f-feel this good? I can’t – you have to, have to give me it please! Need it – Christ, need you to cum on my cock...”

He needs it so badly it hurts, God it hurts. His fraying mind is a blaze of you you you.

Overwhelmed and dizzy, Matt’s head slides from where it was resting against yours to the curve of where your neck meets your shoulder. Something in his frenzied mind demands he clamp down with his teeth until everyone knows you’re his. That you’ve given yourself over to him as much as he’s given himself to you – and when a snarling, starving dog is given a juicy steak it locks its jaws and refuses to let go. You’re his.

Aren’t you?

“You’re mine, right?” He’s delirious with pleasure at this point, doesn’t know what he’s saying but he knows he means everything he’s said to you. His teeth graze tantalizing along your skin and his tongue darts out to taste your skin. Fuck him, but Matt starts drooling. “Mine, mine, mine… Say it, please – say you’re mine. You won’t lea-,” the insistent squeeze of your pussy at his words makes him sputter, saves him from revealing too much in his rambling state.

Your pussy starts to flutter around him, locking down. You wrap your legs around Matt and cradle him.

“ ‘m yours Matty – fuck, I’m yours,” you keen urgently at him. You begin to shake, starting to go rigid under him and Matt fucking loses it. He grinds down into you harder, his rhythm breaking into pieces but bullying his cock into the spot that he’s been targeting in your pussy.

“I’m gonna- gonna cum, Matty,” you stutter at him, the flutters from your pussy beginning to tighten around him even harder. “You’re gonna m-make me cum.”

He’s gonna make you fucking cum.

And that, more than anything, makes the burning heat that’s been swirling in his core burst in white-hot pleasure. Matt’s teeth latch onto the meat of your shoulder, his eyes rolling back as his hoarse sobs muffle the sound of your own orgasm.

This orgasm with you, because of you, comes molten hot and inescapable. Every muscle of his vibrates in pure ecstasy and Matt forgets to breathe. This pleasure so loud and long and violent he forgets all else but the salvation your body has wrought him.

He continues to flex into you, still swirling your pulsating clit with his now bumbling fingers. Your pussy is squeezing him like you’re trying to kill him and he thinks you will, for a moment. This glorious little death, his heart ready to burst out of his chest. He’s still pumping into you, fucking his own cum deeper into your still throbbing heat. Matt lets out a soft whimper at the sensation, prolonging both your orgasms.

There’s a sharpness to his pleasure now as he unintentionally drives himself into overstimulation to continue pleasing you – but the intoxicating fusion of rapture and pain is something that he discovers that he actually likes.

It isn’t until you pull him down into a languid, satisfied kiss that he slows down to a stop. You pull away his fingers from your sensitive clit and thread your fingers through his. You kiss away the tears that gleam on his eyelashes and return back to his lips. He tastes the salty bitterness of his own tears but underneath is the unmistakable taste of you. Matt thinks that no matter how long he lives, the singular taste of you has seared itself so deeply into his brain he’ll never forget it. Could pick it out in a crowd if he needed to.

You kiss him softly and slowly, breathing him in. Shifting to lay fully on top of you but making sure not to crush you, he carefully slips his softened cock out. Hissing at the movement, Matt blearily uses his senses to check on you. He’d chew his own arm off if in his own desperate ventures to bring you both to orgasm he unintentionally hurt you. Finding you satisfied and your body loose, he relaxes until his body blankets yours. Matt brings his head down until his forehead lightly rests on your relaxed brow. He bumps his nose tentatively to yours, a silent question.

“You did so good for me Matty,” you reassure him softly. You run your fingers through his hair soothingly, gently scratching your nails into his scalp. His body melts into yours at your praise and the petting of his head. The both of you stay like this until your breaths even out and your heartbeats return to normal.

You continue to whisper praises along his skin and his lips, making him bashfully smile at you. Matt drowsily slides down your body to rest his head against the soothing beat of your heart.

He closes his eyes and breathes you in with a long inhale. Swallowing thickly, Matt wets his lips and exhales a soft breath. Tentatively, he asks, “Stay?”

Stay the night. Stay with me. Stay forever. Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, don’t leave me. Stay.stay.stay.

He knows it’s not fair to ask this of you. You have no idea what you’re signing up for with him, not really. Everyone he’s ever cared for has left him – but this time, this time he’s asking someone to stay. Knowing that they can still leave, knowing that even if he’s put his hopes and dreams and fragile heart in their hands and asked them not to hurt him, please don’t leave, please stay – they can still walk away. So this time, for the first time and hopefully the last, he’ll ask someone to stay. He’ll use his words and lay his fears at your feet and plead with you to stay.

Beg you to stay.

He’ll keep the snarling, roaring devil in his head on a leash if you stay. Keep it satisfied with tastes of you, gorge himself on your softness and your kindness until it silences everything else. He’ll be so, so good for you. He’ll try his hardest, put all that stubbornness and bullheaded tenacity to work and keep you happy. If he has to beg you on his knees, he will.

But you. Oh, you. You’re too sweet to ask that of him. And you answer him without hesitation, quieting his agitated thoughts until his heart stops trembling in fear.

You huff a tender laugh at him and he can’t help but smile back at you.

“Not going anywhere, Matty. Not unless you tell me to,” you promise him warmly. His answering laughter is bright and thrilled, and he surges back upwards to capture your lips in an enthusiastic kiss when you squeal at him.

So when Matt wakes up from his dream the next day? After having dreamt of his first night with you? Having remembered how overjoyed he was to have you with him, remembered how thoroughly and tenderly you guided him into ecstasy, remembered how you promised not to leave him unless he sent you away?

He sent you away. He sent. you. away.

You didn’t want to leave him.

Matt is laying in his empty, cold bed struggling to breathe. He’s shivering pathetically like he’s freezing but he knows it’s the vicious weight of regret trying to claw its way out of his chest. He’s covered in sweat and slick with sticky precum. He’s so shamefully hard it aches. Everything is too loud – he can hear the city waking up and it’s mercilessly playing with his senses like a spoiled child with an ugly, unwanted toy.

He pointlessly pines for the peace and joy that was prevalent in his dream-memory. He craves the comforting thump of your heartbeat in his ear, your gentle nails scratching his scalp.

He had tried so fucking hard not to think about you over the years and here he is. Unable to escape you even in the sanctity of his own dreams.

Matt brings his unsteady hand up to rub harshly down his face with a bitter sigh.

He has no one to blame but himself. Least of all you.

His head jerkily tilts as he forcibly stabilizes his erratic breathing. His cock is still throbbing angrily at him, his hard length leaking precum to drip onto his stomach. Shifting to sit up, he tries to ground himself with the sound of his own heartbeat but his traitorous mind instead summons the memory of yours.

It works. Because of course it does.

Alone in his silk sheets, Matt clenches his jaw and brings his fist to rest on his thighs. He doesn’t know what to do – with the revelations from Foggy, with these dreams that haunt him, with the sound of your heartbeat echoing in his ears.

He’s not the same boy you fell in love with. He’s not the boy you spent long nights with staying up under the guise of studying, nor is he the boy that bought you hot chocolate on cold days. His hands are rough with calluses and his knuckles are always bruised and scabbed over. Most days his body has some type of wound it’s recovering from. His voice is deeper and sometimes harsher.

The devil he had tried so hard to leash and silence has been given form and is free to roam the streets of Hell’s Kitchen at night with a much looser chain.

He’s not as soft as he used to be.

But for you, he’d still try. If you let him, he’d like to try. Please, God let him try.

He has no idea how he’s going to pull this off. His brilliant mind is whirling with possibilities, strategies forming and discarding at a rapid pace.

It’s been years and he has more experience under his belt. He won’t be stumbling around with nothing but your directions to guide him – though it would definitely help in this case. He can slip on the skin he’s worn like a comfortable coat since you left he pushed you away, the one filled with confidence and charisma. Hopefully he can lure you back to him.

And if that doesn’t work, he’s not above begging you. You didn’t let him beg you when he asked you to stay that night. You didn’t give him the opportunity – so readily agreeable to being with him. He knows he won’t have that advantage now, he’s just one of the many people in your life who have walked away from you. But he’s making his way back to you now and he’s not leaving without a fight.

Hopefully you’ll still find his dogged determination charming.

pt. 1 Revelations │pt. 2 Haunted │pt. 3 tba...

And there it is! Pt. 2 of The First and The Last! It's officially a series now babes so be ready for some yearning and pathetic pining because I like my men down ATROCIOUS *cackles off into the distance*

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[moshi-monsters-stuff]

SPOILERS TO THE MOSHI MONSTERS MOVIE

Hey at the end the moshi monsters movie, since sweet tooth was the only one not shown to get even a slightly happy ending, and they were shown strapped to a dentist chair at the mercy of a psychotic gingerbread man, what if they left clonc and decided to destroy everyone’s happy ending out of spite??? Because to be fair, they’re evil, and they probably have a lot of pent up anger, and watching everyone else get a happy ending and they get a terrifying experience when they were just one of strangeglove’s minions would probably be the straw that could break the camel’s back and lead them to go insane.

So yeah. Insane sweet tooth au, anyone??

[morthstaar]

Please, PLEASE Tulpar crew x a very shy/introverted reader who is like crushing on the crew really hard but way too shy and embarrassed to tell them but like the crew starts to slowly catch on to them and the way they act different around them. Also I don't mean the crew as a whole I mean the separate characters 😭🙏🏽

ask and u shall receive 😈

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OH GOD, YOU CAN TELL?

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Captain Curly

-oh.. curly knew from the moment you laid eyes on him that you had the biggest crush on him.

-there is no slow realization.

-not at all oblivious to it.

-everytime your eyes would seemingly uncontrollably and totally unconsciously drift to him he would try to meet your gaze with a friendly, boyish smirk.

-does that happen? HELL NAH. you are much too shy to even look the captain in the eye.

-your little heart almost beats out of your chest at any interaction. little or big.

-"Hey, just the person I needed to see. I have a little favor to ask you."

-oh god. suddenly words seem hard to pronounce and the entirety of the english language is no where to be seen.

-after a few weeks, curly would definitely find this endearing.

-i feel like since curly is so outgoing, he would be very intrigued by someone who is the complete opposite.

-curly wouldn't act much different when it comes to you, due to maintaining professionalism as his role as captain.

-he may due small acts like making a cake simply to indulge in your sweet-tooth that he somehow knew about you.

-"oh, we just had extra packets of sugar. i just thought id bake something. you like cake right?"

-cheeky motherfucker.

Intern Daisuke

-dude is so so so oblivious even though you make it perfectly clear...

-you could be making like.. making out with the guy and he'd be like,

-"yoo, we are literally besties right?"

-deadass, he prolly had no idea you liked him for weeks.

-you could be laughing extra loud at his jokes then realize ur laughing too loud, look at him while he isn't looking at you, sneak an extra sweetener packet on his bed when he isn't around,,,,

-his ass still is clueless.

-it takes either curly or swansea's help to realize that you had a massive crush on him but were just to shy to say something.

-once he realizes, he is now all over you and following you around like a lost puppy. not nonchalant at ALL.

-literally tries to pick up the polle statue to show his 'guns' but the statue moves only an inch..

-now he is hyper aware of your actions and reactions, he finds your shyness just SO CUTE WTFFF.

-compliments you to see what you would do.

-"man, have you always been this hot or is it just the sweetener talking?"

-runs away.....

-would steal sweetener packets just for you two to share :)

Nurse Anya

-i feel like she notices how different you act around her, but she just thinks its because you two are good friends.

-she never assumes anything, just her friend being friendly.

-even though you sometimes make it unintentionally obvious..

-like this one time you recommend her a book from your quarters library and her fingers lightly grazed yours reaching for it.

-oh shit. her soft hands touched yours. oh god what does a normal person do in this situation??

-"thank you for the-oh... book."

-well, they don't smile awkwardly, sweat pouring down their face and leave in a hurry with the book still in their hand.

-anya isn't stupid or completely oblivious by any means. she definitely knew from this encounter of your little crush on her.

-she is quite flattered honestly. someone so similar to her truly likes her?

-when she fully processes this information, she is very subtle with how she shows her affection back.

-during check-ups, she sometimes gives you a treat from one of her desk drawers for being a good patient.

-other times she lets you join her late at night in the lounge to just look at the pretty night time screen.

-"this makes me miss home. it's so beautiful."

-you'd look over at her and her eyes are not on the screen, far from it actually.

-her eyes are on you.

-so this is what a heart attack feels like..

Mechanic Swansea

-unpopular hot-take, swansea is actually a dilf and he often has younger men/women confess their feelings to him.

-so because of that headcanon, swansea definitely knows how you feel from the first time y'all met.

-your eyes would subconsciously peek at his open shirt revealing his chest. suspiciously, whenever he would look back, you quickly turn away shyly...

-he immediately thinks he is way to old for this shit. he just got out of a divorce and prolly never wanted to try again. especially with someone younger.

-"what is with this damn younger generation with old people.."

-he tries to avoid you even though you two are co-workers and.. work together. on the same ship.

-as weeks go by, your shyness starts to grow on this grumpy man. he... he thinks it's endearing in a sense..

-he rather likes how reserved you are, and how are aren't as loudmouthed as daisuke.

-he won't act much different to you, but according to the rest of the crew it is obvious.

-swansea leaves little sticky notes reminding you to eat or sleep because lets be honest.. you are quite neglectful, and the sticky note quotes,,

-"..the crew doesn't need you passin' out while doin' your job. so eat or i will make you."

-swansea is also much more soft-spoken with you than anyone else.

-he has never raised his voice or spoken down on you. his usual brashness and snarky remarks are now toned down (but not entirely) around you.

-"hey. i didn't say you had to leave, did i? stop puttin' words in my damn mouth and sit."

Co-captain Jimmy

-jimmy prolly doesn't even acknowledge you at first.

-you could be looking at him, thinking he doesn't know that your eyes are skimming over his face and body.

-oh but jimmy.. he does know,,, but he never shows that he does.

-he likes the attention on him. your eyes looking him over when she doesn't even know that he is soaking it up.

-im sorry but he definitely gets off to the fact that you are shy and get flustered easily.

-he loves how malleable and submissive you are due to your shyness. and he uses it to his advantage.

-he shows his affection strongly after he knows your crush.like sometimes he would purposefully follow you places and when you turn around he'd be like..

-"do you mind? you're in my way.."

-i feel like he wouldn't know how to properly express his feelings so he would be kind of unnecessarily mean and cruel.

-and after he would be mean he would be nice and extra affectionate so you would still like him.

-like you could be working on something and is critical about your work.

-"are you serious? tsk.. move, since you clearly cannot perform a basic task."

-then later he's like..

-"im glad someone on this ship is helpful, like you."

-basically, he purposefully plays with your feelings to get you to confess bc i feel like he likes when women come to him.....

[inkskinned]

i got my isbn today for the book. 8 months to go. my mom and i were talking about what the next steps are. i was eating trail mix, standing on one foot, phone tucked into my ear.

"yeah," i said. "the problem is that tumblr as a market is like, not something that can be studied." there's this weird wave of nostalgia and affection for this place that came up over me: how lovely we avoid consumerism. okay, it sucks as a creator. but also? keep stickin' it to 'em.

my mother made the sound at the back of her throat that i also make, the one that means i've got an idea. "you should figure out some kind of reward for presale amounts. maybe you give out poems or a mug or a signed book or something. would your followers like that?" my mother is sweet, and kind, and i have no idea how to explain on this website you can buy someone crabs.

i put more m&ms down the hatch. i had to speak through peanuts and almonds. "if it passes 25 thousand i will print the book out in its entirety and eat it live on camera."

"oh god. no, you don't have to do that." she was anguished. "just tell them that you'd love them to read it, and that they've inspired you to write. you got started on that site, and they helped you keep going. raquel, you love these people. the community? you talk all the time about the other writers and artists and whatever else. tell them that you're hoping for their support, they'll come through."

"no," i assured her. i discovered i had dropped an m&m, but an ant had already found it, so it belonged to him now. i will let his little life have a surprise blue treasure in it, too. "i'm gonna fuckin' eat the book."

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ "𝐰-𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!? " | childe, kaeya, heizou, lyney x gn!reader

ㅤ⤷ art cr

— it's time for revenge : teasing the teasing boys back.

󠀠󠀠ㅤ⤷ DARLINNGGG, GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAILLLLL ... gn reader, but use of adj "pretty", est. relationship childe + heizou , alcohol 󠀠󠀠and suggestive mentions in kaeya's, fluff

— ...aka , flirting back makes them malfunction. ♥

"Darling, you're so pretty today~!"

There he is — that sly little shit you call so fondly by name. Childe snakes his arms firmly around your torso, snuggling into you from behind.

It doesn't take a genius to guess he's grinning like an idiot.

(Your idiot.)

"Hm? I don't think I heard you right, say it one more time?" Glancing back at him with a cheeky smile, you hear the rumble of his laughter.

The harbinger presses a sneaky, little sideways kiss against the base of your neck, tufts of his hair tickling your jaw. "You're seriously too kissable today. Totally unfair."

He's so stupidly in love that you can't help but tease him, just a little. Changing positions, you turn around to cup the man's face. "Well, if I'm that kissable today, I guess I'll just have to keep that look going, won't I? Shall we test how fair it really is?"

There's a beat of silence. You count six seconds before he even begins to utter a choked little: "...H-huh...?"

He's so red-faced you almost feel bad. His skin is growing warmer to the touch, and he shifts his eyes, suddenly becoming a whole lot less bold than usual. Trembling slightly, he brings up a hand to hide behind, his now-meek voice reaching you.

"H-hey, who taught you that...?"

"Ah? Speak up, I can't hear you~"

"...You- You know exactly what you're doing to my heart, don't you?" He looks at you accusingly, guiding one of your hands to his chest, burying it in the fabric of his clothes. "Archons, it's beating so fast-"

"This can't be healthy, so hurry up and cure me."

"Cure?"

"..1000 kisses should fix me right up."

"To meet you once more, isn't this fate?"

Eyes that contain galaxies — and you, raise to meet yours. Kaeya smiles in a smile that's all mirth, raising a glass to let it briefly shine in the light. He stands as you enter Angel's Share, pulling back a stool at the counter.

...He wasn't a stalker, was he? This hadn't been the first time you'd met, nor the second, nor third — you'd seen this archon-forsaken man a total of seven times. Each time, the two of you had shared a drink, which always started with "ah, just one today" to you, face flushed, leaning onto the counter and spilling whatever was on your mind that day in its entirety to the man who sat beside you, listening with the occasional chuckle.

Well, it wasn't as if you found the idea of "fate" and "Kaeya" unappealing.

"I suppose that wouldn't be unbelievable." You shrug as you take your seat. "Since I've been fortunate enough to encounter you again, drinks are on me."

"My, how generous." Kaeya gestures toward his empty glass shamelessly, resting his chin on his hand leisurely. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

You beckon Charles closer, briefly whispering something in the man's ear. The bartender nods, walking off.

"How interesting, Charles seems to be mixing two drinks. A classic choice of wine, and your favorite..." A foxy grin stretches across the man's lips. "To think you've memorized my order. Should I write you off as someone staring at me nonstop or merely attentive?"

That smooth talker, with that insufferably charming smile — surely it was time for a little revenge?

"I'd prefer the former, but think what you want."

"Oh? I'm that handsome?" (Is it the dim lighting that makes Kaeya's face seem a little more red than usual? )

"You are."

You state it blatantly, as it is. As if Kaeya weren't expecting such a blunt answer, he suddenly clams up, coughing into his fist in a terribly not nonchalant manner. "You... don't tell me, have you already been drinking? What's with you today?"

"What, is speaking the truth suddenly such a surprise?"

"...You said all drinks were on you, yeah?"

Changing the topic? "Mhm, whatever you want."

It's hard to miss the way Kaeya's gaze burns.

"Then, round two at my place?"

"You're way too distracting, how am I supposed to get any work done when all I want to do is kiss you?"

And there it is, Heizou's twenty-second kiss of the day, this time pressed lightly on the bridge of your nose. Here you were, expecting the cool-headed man to be able to hold himself back during detective work.

You'd expected far too much.

"Heizou, you're the one who agreed to me accompanying you. No use in complaining now."

"Ah, that's where you're mistaken, love! Complaints are perfect excuses for kisses, you know." The twenty-third, on your left cheek, and the twenty-fourth, on the other.

"Heizou."

He tilts his head upwards, staring at you cheekily. "Hm?"

"Revenge." You cup his face. His pink cheeks are squishy, and you resist the urge to pinch them.

"...Pardo-"

You kiss him on the lips.

Heizou makes a noise of surprise, slightly jumping under your touch. He quivers for a moment, then goes stock still.

Seems like you've stumped the detective.

One kiss is all it took.

As you pull away, you're able to witness the absolute mess you've created. The Shikanoin Heizou's at an utter loss for words, his lips parted but words long gone. His cheeks, the tips of his ears, the back of his neck; he's so red-faced you can't help but laugh.

"My, that's all it took to render you speechless?"

There's a twinkle in his spring-green eyes as he gazes at you, shaking his head slyly. "Nope-! Not rendered speechless just yet- although..."

"...One hundred more kisses might do the trick?"

"A pretty flower for the prettiest of them all, mon chéri~"

A rainbow rose drawn from a sleeve, a pair of sly amethyst eyes, a cattish smile, and a smooth voice: Lyney greets you — or more so catches and stops you on the road. Something of a highway robbery, except this "thief" is more skilled in capturing hearts than valuables.

His hand snags onto your forearm, making no move to let go. "You player, don't tell me you say this to any pretty face that passes by?"

At the raise of your brow, Lyney feigns hurt. "You wound me, to assume such a thing... just how little trust you have for me?"

"Admittedly not a lot, Sir..." You scan him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze; You were sure you had seen the guy somewhere before. "...Magician?"

"Lyney."

"...Lyney, considering you've stopped me on the side of the road, it'd be daring to even call us acquaintances, no?"

"Acquaintances..." Lyney ponders the thought like it's enjoyable. "I can work with that~ Since we've been acquainted, won't you take the rose already?"

Partly due to his insistence, and partly due to pity, you accept the flower from his hold, not failing to notice the way his eyes twinkle. "Say," he begins, moving his hands back to his sides. "Do you happen to know what roses mean in the language of the flowers?"

You blink at him, rather unamused. "Sorry to disappoint, but I can't speak to plants."

Lyney, unexpectedly, grows silent. You see his cheeks puff outward, attempting to suppress a laugh. "I see," he speaks, breathily, like he is midway between a laugh and a word. "Love, beauty, perfection, wouldn't you say it fits you wonderfully?"

"...You have my thanks?"

Lyney's eyes are the shape of almonds, and when he smiles, the edges of them crinkle. "Not much of a charmer, are you?"

Is that a challenge?

"Then," you drop your voice a pitch lower, straightening your shoulders. "You have my thanks, mon beau." Combo attack: winking and blowing a kiss, you depart the scene as soon as possible for added mystery.

(You had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time you saw him.)

Now standing alone on the side of the street, eyes wide, finger playing with his side-swept bangs, utterly speechless and red-faced, Lyney's heart raced like it was to leap out of his chest.

"...Haha, what sort of magic is this?"

(a/n) this has been in drafts since like,, janurary. SOBBING.

look out for an announcement in a lil bit ^^

tags :

@manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @falors, @swivy123, @scara-is-my-wife, @lupicalbestwolf, @justyoureader,@fiannee, @aether-darling, @ceneid, @avensuersa, @solxima

[belxveds]

Could you write a fic where the reader is Stark’s daughter and he catches her and Peter fooling around in her room/main room whilst they think he is out?

caught in a web of kisses

pairings: peter parker x f!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader

brief: (requested!) misunderstandings and compromising situations with peter lead to a whole of cackling and screaming throughout the stark tower compound. a brief look into the life of y/n stark and your struggles with your stupidly overprotective dad and chaotically cute boyfriend.

tags: humour. fluff. borderline crack fic. "enemies" to lover. established relationship.

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! i appreciate it :) it always makes fills me with so much joy to know someone seeks out my writing <3

requests are open!

wc: 1.4k

Perhaps it wasn't your smartest idea to pretend to absolutely despise your father's intern in front of your parents and the Avengers but . . . well- how could you possibly resist yourself when it was so much fun sharing sneaky, mischievous smiles with Peter as you both shot teasing glares across the room to maintain your appearance as rivals?

Plus, it was just a little prank to keep your relationship with Peter, as well as the days spent at the compound, more interesting. If anything, you and Peter were single handedly entertaining the entirety of Avengers with your debates and arguments. You were fairly sure they had bets going on about the two of you. It was harmless, really.

And it wasn't like you were going to keep it from them forever! You would tell them . . . eventually. You just- hadn't thought anyone would find out like this. With you and Peter in such a . . . compromising situation?

You almost let out a small groan of exhaustion as you sunk into the unnecessarily large couch your dad had purchased for the lounge, melting into Peter's side as you fiddled with the remote to lower the lights and dim the windows. Pouting at the sliver of light that still managed to peek through the sunroof, you let out the smallest huff as you closed that as well before turning to take a glance at your boyfriend.

He let out a small yawn before shifting with your attention on him, cuddling into you tighter as he murmured, "You sure no one will be back for another 2 hours? 'Cause I swear if we get caught because you wanted to take a nap on the couch, I will never let you live this down."

Snuggling deeper into the blanket you'd draped over the two of you, you couldn't help but let out the smallest breathless laugh as you responded, "That's if they don't kill you first."

"Hey!" Peter quipped, voice growing the tiniest bit slurred as the nap you promised him began to look awfully tempting, "I'll have you know that I think your dad and also everyone else is quite fond of me, alright?"

You couldn't help but let out a snort as you mocked, pretending to push up fake glasses on the bridge of your nose as you raised the pitch of your voice, "I'll have you know-"

The gentle whack you got on your arm made you stop mid-sentence as you giggled, answering your boyfriend more seriously, "Everyone's schedule says they have stuff going on until at least 6:00, unless they were all just to magically-"

"What happened to, "God dad, if I have to see your stupid intern's face one more time, you're going to have to hold me back from stealing your repulsors and pulverizing the shit out of him?""

You're entire body pauses as you feel Peter tense in your arms, the both of you wincing in sync as you slowly, cautiously, turn your head around to face your dad, voice dragging out as you say nervously, "Uhm...so you see-".

Peter's bewilderment is audible as his head snaps to you, eyes furrowed in confused amusement as he hisses, "Why the fuck are you starting to quote Dhar Mann right now?"

"Peter", your dad interrupts, tone much too pleasant for the situation at hand and consequently sending both your spines into automatically locking up straight as you await his next move, fight or flight instincts activated, "You have 3 seconds to run."

"Mr. Stark, we can talk about this-"

"3 . . ."

"Oh shit!", your boyfriend scrambles, legs tangling into themselves and the blanket in his attempts to get free and run as he presses a ragged kiss to your forehead while declaring muffled through his panicked breath, "If I don't make it out of this alive, just know I wanted you to have my babies and be Y/N Parker-Stark."

The confession sends a surprised wheeze to rack through your body as you see him begin to take down the hallway, sparing a glance over his shoulder at you and your dad before maneuvering himself onto the ceiling and into the vents.

Your eyes tearing up from laughter, you try to speak through your immobilizing giggles as you address your dad, "Dad, father dearest, please- come on- spare him-" "2 . . ." "Dad! C'mon- you have to admit . . . from a completely scientific and objective lens with zero romantic emotions taken into account, considering all the teenage boys out there, Peter is definitely one of the better choices", you tried to level, summoning the critically-acclaimed award winning Y/N Stark inside of you and not the moderately concerned girlfriend worried that her boyfriend's cause of death may in fact be the same repulsors Peter had helped your father tweak in the lab earlier today. How unfortunately ironic. Shuffling over, albeit a bit awkwardly, to where your dad stood, you cautiously peered closer at his profile, trying your best to assess exactly how much trouble you were in. You knew deep down, he truly wasn't all that upset, though, maybe a bit grumpy about having been kept out of the loop for this long. In fact, you were positively confident he was quite happy with who you had chosen. Despite all of his teasing and successfully accomplished fatherly duties of bullying the both of you, it was stupidly evident how much he cared for Peter like a son. Not just anyone was allowed to intern for the Tony Stark, after all.

Lost in thought, you couldn't help but yelp slightly and flinch into your father's side as a muffled voice echoed down from the ceiling, cooing, "Aww Y/N, you really mean that?"

Cursing at your boyfriend's surprising lack of self preservation skills taking into consideration his literal job and particular set of talents, you glared upwards. Hoping your disappointment at his lack of distance somehow radiated through the insulated plaster, you deadpanned, "No, I was just playing. I wish I'd gotten with Harley."

"What?!" squeaked Peter, like a little vent rat, his offended gasp echoing in time with your dad's final countdown.

Giggling once again at Peter's frightened scuttling at the realization that he was out of time, you quickly reached to grip at your dad's suit clad bicep before he could make a motion to call at the Iron Man suit, your voice taking on a more serious tone as you asked softly, his opinion and approval still highly valuable to you, "You're ok with me and Peter dating though? Genuinely?"

The twitch of his signature smirk on the corner of his lips and the nodding glint in his eyes sent a happy thrill through your heart, instinctively grinning wide as you squealed and rushed to give him a tight hug, speaking through a stifled smile into his chest, "Ok, you have my consent to go squish my little spider now. Please don't bring him back to me flattened or burnt- I quite like how he is now." Your father's wrinkled nose and vocal sound of disgust at how you'd addressed his intern sent you into another fit of laughter as he spoke, "Ground rules since I know the kid's out of his freaky super-hearing range. One, ew. Never address him like that again, I might vomit. Two, if I see the two of you touch, I am immediately invoking a 50 year social-distancing ban between the two of you. 6 feet and everything. I'll throw in permanent masks if I ever catch you two kissing. Three, . . . no promises."

"In response- One, . . . no promises. Two, you don't want spider grandbabies crawling up the walls? All I'm hearing is that we can't get caught. Three, I'll tell mom", you grinned pulling back, your gaze filled with amusement and the look of humoured adoration you often had reserved specifically for your dad as he let out a little whine in complaint at your threat of telling Pepper.

It would just be a little rough up. You know, the classic "hurt my daughter and you're dead" speech. And Peter was Spider-Man! He'd be fine . . . probably.

mailbox ༶•┈ peter parker's mailbox! ┈•༶ send letter

[crushpunky]

drew and actress!reader do a q and a

masterlist | actress!reader masterlist

this is a bit of a combination of a couple asks which i wasn’t sure how to write/do in a full, independent work :)

When Netflix reached out to Drew telling him to do a live to celebrate the release of the second half of season 4 of OBX, he had initially groaned and grovelled at the idea. Sure, the lives they had done within the early days of OBX were fine, but that was when he did them with someone else. Him sitting in his living room, by himself, talking to his phone? Who would want to see that? Well, apparently a lot of people.

“What was your favorite scene to film?” Drew read, scratching the back of his head as he thought for a moment before answering. “I really liked the Enduro scenes on the bikes. I’m a big motorcycle guy so it was fun to play around on those.”

Just out of view from the camera, y/n padded around the kitchen, Charleston trailing behind her as she fixed up a coffee. She listened to Drew, smiling as he chatted with the fans and answered their questions.

“What was the drama on set— oh!” Drew read aloud, not realizing exactly what the question was until it had already been read. Y/n laughed from the kitchen, her giggle causing a nervous blush to spread across Drew’s cheeks.

“Was that y/n?” Drew read, his eyes quickly darting over to y/n in the kitchen. Her eyes met him, a pleading look in his gaze as he beckoned her over with a cock of his head. Taking a sip of her coffee, y/n came up behind the back of the couch, stepping into the frame of Drew’s live.

“I’ve been summoned it seems.” Y/n teased, climbing over the back of the couch and sitting next to Drew. The chat flooded, thousands of excited comments flying by as Drew stretched his arm out, resting it on the back of the couch just behind y/n’s head.

“But, anyways, about the drama—” Y/n started, Drew’s head whipping to the side, as Netflix had been especially insistent that they not discuss any behind the scenes drama that people had begun to speculate upon… or at least that Drew not discuss it, y/n no longer under the OBX contract. With a quick look at Drew’s wide eyes and panicked expression, y/n started laughing. Drew let out a sigh of relief, playfully smushing y/n’s face with his hand.

“Yeah there was no drama since the drama queen left last season.” Drew teased, referencing y/n’s departure following season 3. Y/n gasped dramatically, holding a hand over her heart in faux offense.

“Ouch. I can only imagine how boring set was without my lovely presence.” Y/n laughed, settling further into Drew’s side, his arm that was perched along the back of the couch wrapping around her snugly before he rubbed his hand down his face.

“You’re gonna get me fired.” Drew muttered, y/n pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before leaning forward to read some more questions.

“When did you guys start dating?” Y/n read, looking over at Drew.

“Uhh, 2020… May.” Drew said, y/n nodding in agreement.

“Let’s keep the questions Outer Banks related—” y/n began, trying to pivot from the more private questions.

“Who’s a better dancer?” Drew interrupted, the two of them laughing. “Oh definitely me.”

“What?!” Y/n scoffed, her jaw dropping as Drew grinned. “Absolutely not.”

“Why don’t we let the people judge?” Drew quirked his brow before getting up from the couch. He crossed the living room, propping his phone on an end table that allowed for the entirety of their living room to be in frame. Y/n got up with an exaggerated groan, Charleston padding into the room excitedly as y/n and Drew began to stretch dramatically. 

Eventually, once the two of them were done with their giggly stretches, y/n started playing some music from her phone. Slowly, the two of them began dancing on their own, laughing as they tried to one-up each other with each move. They continued back and forth until Drew rushed over, lifting y/n up and tossing her over his shoulder with a squeal.

“I think we know who the winner is.” Drew smirked, flexing his spare arm as y/n let out a dramatic sigh before he sat her back down on her feet.

“Ok, fine!” Y/n caved, sinking back into the couch, Drew joining her, a satisfied grin on his face as he slung his arm over her shoulders.

“Charlie, c’mere.” Drew said to Charleston, who quickly bounded over.

“This is the real star of the show.” Y/n giggled as Charleston attempted to climb between her and Drew, the dog licking at her face. Drew zoomed the camera in on Charleston, who pivoted his attention to Drew before finally settling down between the two of them.

“When did you guys get Charleston?” Drew read, his hand running through y/n’s hair absentmindedly.

“I actually surprised Drew with him for our first anniversary since he wouldn’t stop begging me for a dog.” Y/n laughed, Drew shaking his head, a smile on his face.

“You act like I was the only one who wanted a dog.” Drew pointed out, y/n nodding in agreement, her fingers scratching Charleston’s fur lightly.

“Either way he’s our little baby now.” Y/n cooed dramatically, pressing a kiss to Charleston’s head. The dog looked up, his tongue lolling out as y/n and Drew looked back at him, smiles on their faces, before they turned back to the phone.

“What is the most annoying thing about each other?” Drew laughed nervously, looking at y/n out of the corner of his eye slyly.

“Uh…” Drew paused, chewing on his lip as he thought. Y/n looked at him, trying her best to stifle her laugh.

“I’m just so perfect, I guess.” Y/n teased, Drew chuckling before he finally thought of an answer.

“I know what it is.” Drew nodded. “You are a very heavy sleeper… like it is impossible to wake you up.”

“Oh yeah, I definitely am a heavy sleeper.” Y/n said sheepishly, running a hand through her hair.

“What about me?” Drew asked with a quirk of his brow, having a pretty good feeling of what she was going to answer.

“Oh you cannot answer your phone to save your damn life.” Y/n shook her head in exasperation, a mischievous (and guilty) smirk spreading across Drew’s face. “Like it is actually insane.”

“Yeah, yeah, a’ight.” Drew sighed. “You still love me though.”

“Ahh, yes I do, Starkey.” Y/n said, pressing a kiss to Drew’s head.

[bigfatbimbo]

Take a Bite

1.5k words,, Bill Cipher x Reader

summary — Bill and the reader have sex, which has proven to be very difficult seeing as he isn’t doing anything, and, of course, things are never easy with that insufferable brat.

warnings — SMUT, bill being annoying and toxic, dom!reader, sub!Bill, heavy pain kink, bill’s human form, the fat fuck not the twink

a/n — Admittedly, this fic only happened because I never see Bill sub in fanfics and i’m very interested in what the dynamic would be. You’d be like… domming with a risk of death.

“Well, slick,” Bill leaned back and gestured up and down his body, “Give it your all.”

Amusement was thick in his voice, along with bubbling giddiness. He fumbled with the seams on his pants, not out of nervousness, but as if he had forgotten how to take them off and was looking for some kind of zipper. One, admittedly, that he would not find on slacks. 

“Wow, human clothes are just as bad as the fleshbags. So needlessly complicated,” He sounded on the verge of a laughing fit, “Oh, and toots? Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.” 

His amusement was not matched on your part. The situation invoked dull curiosity at best, in your opinion. The idea of harboring a wanted criminal, ex-overlord, god-like demon in your house challenged your idea of a good time. Having sex with that demon was even harder to swallow.

Then again, any situation with bill warranted an ungodly amount of stress. 

“Whatcha’ thinking about over there, sweet-cheeks?”

You smiled at that; of the few advantages you have, being in gravity falls for weirdmageddon proved to be one of them. You know of his powers, and with that, vague guesses on how to prevent them.

Tinfoil-lined bobbie pins were one of them. A guess, granted, but a good one at that. Really, not that complicated when you recall every alien movie you’ve ever watched. 

“Upset you can’t tell?” 

He laughed, “Upset for you, maybe. Trust me, it’d be so much easier for both of us if I could just read your thoughts. I’m already your roommate, how much closer could we ge- Ah.”

You brushed his pants crotch, and began to unbutton. For all his mightiness, the guy couldn’t work pants. “Careful, human body’s are touchy.” 

“Touchy,” He repeated, “Tell me about.” 

Getting his pants off was a task harder than it should have been, no thanks to Bill, who seemed to have taken to just lying there, occasionally flicking you, and then himself. 

When you finally peeled all of his clothes off, you warned him to brace himself, to which he ignored you. On top of that, the entire time Bill had been talking, droning on about ‘the last time he’d been in a human body.’

You wondered vaguely if he’d ever done this with someone else. In the time he’d been at your house he’d mentioned some ‘sixer’ ex-thing-ish of his. But you doubt he’d done anything with him.

As he’d mentioned, he hadn’t perfected his human form until very recently. Perfected is a strong word, he was pudgy and short, remanisent of a human peanut. And his teeth were terrible. 

Either way, you’d gotten him ready, and began your work. Laying a light finger on the tip of his dick, and running it down the base of his length, you got Bills first reaction: a short sniff.

Recovering fast, he adjusted his seat, “Yeah, tick tock, toots. This better be good.” 

It was his idea, you thought, but continued. Your fingers wrapped around the entirety of his cock and you began to stroke it. 

A sigh left Bills mouth, “Oh, this does have a kick to it. Maybe you’re not so bad, after all.”

Over the course of the next few minutes, you’d grow angrier and angrier. Although you were clearing making him feel good, he’d never shut his snide mouth for two seconds. 

“Jesus, slow down, pal— I just perfected this flesh-bag, at this rate your gonna break something—“ 

You didn’t realize how much your hand sped up. You thought for a moment, before completely stopping. Bill looked taken aback.

“Hey! what’s the—“

Without warning you grabbed his dick with full force and squeezed. He yelped, before giggling at the hurt.

This made you more mad, “God, do you ever shut up? I wish you’d lost your voice when you lost Gravity Falls.”

He stopped giggling. “I’d watch what you say, if I was you, kid.”

You threw your head back and laughed, running your hand slowly up his dick and then slamming back to the base of his cock. Finally, a reaction other than knowing bliss: anger. Weakness.

“Oh dear god, rearrange the features of my face then, Billy. See if I give a shit when you don’t have a place to live.”

His face turned red with rage, and he recoiled at the mention of your upperhand. And then, finally, at the slowing of your hand, a small, wavering whimper. 

You both caught it, and he was quick to put a hand of his mouth, “Sensitive human bodies - Hey, don’t look at me like that, that was not my fault.”

“God, you’re such a brat.”

“Oh please, what are you gonna do about it?” And he was completely serious.

Without much hesitation, you took the moment as an opportunity to abruptly sink yourself onto his dick. He sucked in a breath but you didn’t give him much time to do anything else.

“Ah- Now we’re talki—“ You slapped him hard across the face, and grabbed his cheeks with your hand, squishing them together, mockingly. Stifled laughter from Bill. 

“This is the form you spent all that time perfecting? I can barely feel anything. It’s worthless!” You sped up riding him, loosening your face to give the illusion you were bored, “You’re worthless.” 

His eyebrows arched down and his eyes widened, “I can kill you with a snap of my fingers! You think I need this sex— You think I need this hous— ah, ah—“

The unknown pleasure was getting to him, making his brain foggier than usual, and it was showing. Human senses were a key factor in your ability to keep the high-ground. Just as long as it felt good enough, he wouldn’t go back to his original form and… well. 

You wondered vaguely if you were actually going to be in mortal parole after this. But then again, the look on his face was almost euphoric, despite the anger. Thankfully, Bill was selfish, he’d probably chase the high again

You sighed, “Oh, you do need this house, Billy. Where else would you go? Everyone else in town has already forgotten about you, and your little maniac friends are no where to be seen.”

You sped up once more as your hands danced up his body, and continued, “With this whole out-of-sight-out-of-mind routine, i’m giving you something you won’t be getting anywhere else: attention.”

“You— Ah, curse this feeble human body! I’ll make your life a living hell-“ He whined, actually whined. 

Slamming yourself down on him, he cried out and then scowled. You raked your nails down his chest, deep enough to bleed, drawing out a  giggle from Bill as he felt the littlest bit of blood start to pool.

“You’re lucky this meatbag is— ah— funny enough—“ He was cut off with a gargle as a your hand sharply wrapped around his throat, and squeezed tight. 

“It’s not luck, i’m good at what I do, Billy. Not that you would know what that’s like, you pathetic shitbag,” although that insult wasn’t particularly true, you didn’t give him a chance to snap back, and instead put your other hand on his neck as well. 

You rode him with more speed than ever now. His eyes fluttered open and shut slowly, and he leaned into your hands. 

His face flushed, but a dreamy smile spread to the edges of his face as you made sure to leave bruise marks on his throat, still slamming against him. 

Although, you didn’t want to actually break him, so when his face began to turn purple, you let go. He gasped for air and let out a raspy, crazed giggle that went on for too long, and ending in a moan.

“I’m— “ Bills eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to decipher what the amusing thing the human body had planned next, “Somethings— somethings happening.”

His voice was broken, neck bruised, cheek red with a slap mark, eyes foggy, and chest bleeding from your nails. 

Before you dig in, remember to leave marks. I wanna see how durable this thing is.

Clearly you’d kept your end of the deal, and from what you’ve gathered it was time for the finale. You chased your own climax now as well, even though, admittedly, you hadn’t been thinking about it the whole session.

Annoying as it was that Bill still managed to make something all about him —and he definitely knew, mind reading or not— you still kept up your pace. 

“You’re close?” 

He smiled blissfully, and nodded.

What the hell. You smiled, “Good boy.”

His reaction was… startling. He leaned his head back, let out a small half-whine half-laugh, and arched off the bed. Finally, he released.

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Adam x third spouse part 3 I’m begging pookie ❤️

like a time skip to when Charlie appeared and proposed the idea

Benifit of the doubt Pt.4

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Warnings: General Adam TW’s, a little bit sad for a moment but it’s ok. Gn! Reader! honestly that’s about it I think?? Wow this is the first time it’s been this short in this series.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Request Box: Open

Word Count: 4617~

A/n: So… it’s been almost 2 months… whoops. In all seriousness though I’m sorry it’s been so long. I’ve just not been in the mood to write and a lot of stuff has been happening (which is finally over) and I’m glad I could finally post this. I was also, if I’m honest, nervous to post this, cause I’m not sure if everyone’s ready for the direction of the story. But I have made it clear that I wanted to do a time skip to the show at somepoint and decided to do it now! If you enjoy this, please let me know cause I’m really nervous about (Not my words of affirmation love language coming out-) ALSO to the requester, I know you said part 3, but I used it for part 4. I got your request as I was making part 3 soooo my bad. Hope you don’t mind tho <3 this will be the last part before the angsty finale (and maybe an epilogue)

Reblogs are always appreciated!

Anyways this was NOT beta read unfortunately, I tried to get as many errors out during the writing process so hopefully it’s fine. Also, there’s probably some words I might have wanted to italicize or make bold that aren’t, but I’m too tired to care honestly.

Tags: @tired-of-life-86 @nervoussystemss @qopia @lovelyemily @hcneyiced @v3r41ynn @ghostdoodlen @nxptvne-13 @ximenavc-che @edgyfluff @ericityyy @diffidentphantom @faimmm @slasher-whore69 @1-randomized @ozzersauce @fanlovedlt @alientee (if I forgot someone or you want to be added just tell me !!)

Days turned to weeks, to months, to years. Until eventually an eon had passed. An entirety filled to the brim with an indescribable happiness and love, threatening to spill over at any given moment. You loved Adam and Adam loved you.

To say it was all happiness would be a lie, there were some moments of sadness and pain, but all relationships were like that, even ones that lasted for eternity. You both always bounced back, apologize and moved on with a stronger bond than before. And you loved every second of it.

A lot has changed in these last few eons. Adam formed a band and is now the most popular guitarist in all of heaven. You both made new friends, some got into heaven while others were made there. Emily was one of these people to you, she looked up to you for being older than her. You’ve existed for almost all of human existence so, of course she’d look up to you.

Adam had also made new friends, his band members, some officials in heaven, but someone he’s grown close to recently was Lute. You're really happy about his friendship with Lute. She seems like a strong and loyal friend, someone that can keep him grounded while still encouraging him to be more himself. Overall, you really liked her.

How they became friends though is something… less tasteful for you. All the way back when Heaven and Hell had their first meeting on what to do with the surplus of sinners in hell causing an uprising. Neither side came to an agreement in the end, you do feel partially to blame for that, but you still stand by what you did.

You never returned to any of the follow up meetings

But Adam did, surprisingly to you. In the end, you were called to talk with Sera and Adam. You were told of the agreement between Heaven and Hell, about the yearly “cleanse” that Adam and his “Exorcists” would have to commit. At first you were shocked, sure, you didn’t have the best experience with sinners and especially with the rulers of hell, but was death really necessary? You didn’t know what to say, and Adam clearly saw this.

“Babe, you alright?” He puts his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb in circles. You place your hand on his.

“Yeah it’s just a lot to take in. Are we sure it has to be done… that way?”

Sera looked down in pain “they’re… uprising and are becoming to much of a threat to heaven.”

You sighed as Adam took you in his arms. Adam was fully aware that you don’t share the same sentiment towards sinners as he does. His hatred towards the unholy souls down in hell was brought about by events that you simply cannot understand. Which he is thankful for, he never would want you to experience what he did.

“If there isn’t anything else we can do then… I guess we have no choice. But I don’t want to… kill anyone, even if they are sinners.”

Adam holds you closer “You won’t have to,” you smile at him, the now familiar flickering of his LED mask meeting your gaze before softly frown “you ok?”

You nod, “yeah, just…I wish there was another way.”

-

That was it. Adam would take his exorcists down to hell to kill as many sinners as they could each year. Adam knew you didn’t want him to talk about it , he kept it as separate as he could from your life. You did have to attend meetings regarding it, as one of the very few people to know about it, that was your duty.

You were fine with having that part of the job. You weren't sure if you could kill someone, sinner or not. So, for the countless years to follow, you played your part with every new extermination, attending meetings to deal with the repercussions of each cleanse.

Adam would also have to attend the occasional meeting. Which is exactly what today was. Sera had called you both in to talk.

“Thank you both for coming. I have to inform you that you will be attending a meeting tomorrow.”

Adam groaned “What! Again? This is like the 4th fuckin’ one this week! Ugh fine! Where is it this time? halo city? Cherub towne” Adam’s voice mocked the locations you’ve both been sent to countless times with a high pitched voice. Even you have to admit that the meetings could drag a bit.

Sera's face turned into a slight grimace as she looks away from you both, she sighs and continues “The meeting will be in… hell.”

“What!” Both your voices raise in shock

“Sera, you know I don’t want to go down there again!”

“Why can’t you just send the other fucking dipshits who know about-“ Adam crossed his arms defiantly

“Stop,” Sera raises her hand toward you both “no one wants to go there, and I know you both especially don’t.” She pauses “But you both are the only available angels who know of the cleanse that aren't busy. Please… I understand your disdain but heaven’s business comes first.”

“Who are we even gonna be talking to -Wait a damn minute- Don’t fucking tell me we have to talk to him.”

“I'm sorry…” You all sat in silence for a moment before Sera begins to speak again, “But you both won’t have to worry about physically being there, we have prepared holograms for you, so neither of you would be in any danger.”

“I'll have an Angel escort you to the ‘meeting’ room tomorrow, please, get some rest. I’m sure you both have had a long day.”

With that, you and Adam went home, you were definitely not feeling well about the meeting, but the fact you wouldn’t actually be there calms your nerves a bit. You had to be a little honest with yourself, hell wasn’t really the issue for you, it was more so the people. Lucifer for one, that made you feel uneasy.

The next morning, you and Adam got ready, you had to motivate him a little. He was clearly not excited for this meeting like you. The entire way there he held you close, even though nothing could have hurt you it made him feel better knowing how close you were.

On the way there, you also got Adam some ribs, his favorite. You thought it would help his nerves a bit. Turns out, Lute was the one Sera assigned to escort you both there. That also made you both a little calmer knowing a mutual friend would be there.

The three of you waited in the ‘meeting’ room for a while, about an hour. At first you thought the meeting might had been canceled or moved and you just weren't told. But then, Lute walked up to you both.

“Sir! The Seraphim has told me to inform you that there’s been a change in plans!”

“What? The fucks that mean?” Adam said stuffing a rib into his LED mouth

“Lucifer won’t be attending the meeting, instead… his Daughter will be here in his stead.” Lute’s mask showed a continuous frown and stern expression as she spoke.

“Daughter?” Your voice shook a little. This was news to you, as long as you’ve existed you had never heard he had a daughter while in hell. You look over to Adam to see His LED eyes were wide in shock but his mask turned into a smile as he sighed.

“Phew boy, we sure dodged a big ass bullet, huh Sweetcheeks?” He laughed as his arm pulled you closer. The whole thing caused you to join in. Suddenly your nerves felt a lot better than before.

“When should she be arriving, Lute?”

“Within the hour.”

-

Adam scarfed down another plate of ribs as you all wait for the “princess of hell” to arrive. The entire time you just had to wonder what kind of person she’d be. The daughter of Lucifer and Lilith. The more you thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed.

But suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by the sliding doors opening to the meeting room and a girl steps in, asking if anyone is there.

“She can’t see us?”

“Yeah, Sera gave me a long ass lector on how this stuff works before we got here. Let’s see here…” Adam pushes a button causing a click to sound out as he says “Sup!”

The girl jumps back and falls to the floor, shocked by Adam’s sudden appearance in the room. She introduces herself as Charlie. Adam offers her to shake his hand, only for it to go through.

“Ha! I fuckin’ got you! Did you fucking see that? Good shit.”

You let out a slight laugh, as you sit and watch the meeting happen. Well, you say “meeting” but nothing about it seemed very professional. Adam for the last hour (you honestly wasn’t sure at this point) had been talking about the most random of things.

You or Lute occasionally shakening your head yes or no while listening to him, while Charlie seemed quite tired already. Not that you could blame her, people who weren’t used to Adam’s banter definitely weren’t cut out for it. But You love every word that comes out of his mouth.

Eventually Adam decides that it’s time to get into what you all came here for. Pulling out a bunch of papers, Charlie begins explaining her solution to hell’s overpopulation. You were only really half listening at first, at least before she mentioned that her solution could stop the extermination which peaked your interest.

She explains her “Hazbin Hotel” and its purpose to rehabilitate sinners, you wanted to hear more of it but Adam cut her off.

The meeting didn’t really go that well, At least for Charlie. But the whole thing left quite the impression on you. The idea of ending the extermination was stuck in your head for so long, and now you had someone who had an alternative.

“Adam, are you sure that it couldn’t have worked?”

Adam looks at you in surprise “What? Do you think that shitshow could have actually worked?” He laughed as he placed a hand on your back. “Don’t even pay it any mind, alright Babe?”

“I know, it’s just… you know I don't like the extermination. So another way to lessen the population of hell should at least be looked into.” Your voice was soft enough to barely hear.

Adam’s gaze softened but he didn’t say another word, only wrapping his wing around you pulling you closer. You lean towards him, snuggling into his soft robe. No matter how much you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t. You needed to do something, anything.

So that night, after Adam fell asleep, you asked to talk with Sera. Leaving a note for Adam saying you went to buy something just in case he woke up.

“What is troubling you?” Sera’s voice was clear and concise.

You looked toward the ground, your nerves feeling tighter than ever, as you struggled with how to put your words together. “You're aware of all that happened in the meeting with Lucifer’s Daughter, right?”

Sera nods her head “of course, all meetings are documented about as they happen.” She tilts her head slightly “What about it?”

“Well!” You steel yourself before continuing “I would like permission to observe Charlie Morningstar’s ‘Hazbin Hotel’”

Sera’s eyes widen, breaking her calm demeanor before giving a firm “No”

“But-“

“It’s too dangerous for you to be there, Adam wouldn’t want that anyways”

“He would listen if it was an order from you!” Your eyes felt watery but you continued “Please Sera… I know you don’t want the extermination to continue. Just let me do this!”

Sera looked away from you, her feelings evident on her face, any mask now down. ‘Just a little more’ you thought

“Sera, I promise you, I’ll be careful! We don’t even have to fully support them yet, just let me observe them. It would be devastating if so many souls parish if we failed to seek all options!” You beg

Sera sighed, shakingly “…I’ll see what I can do.”

Your eyes gleamed up at the tall woman “Sera, thank you, thank you!” You wanted to hug her but out of courtesy, you advised against it.

Sera tells you that she can’t guarantee anything but she will try as she sends you home to rest.

-

A few days past after that and you haven’t heard anything from Sera. It was a little worrying and felt like a bad sign to you. That was, until you were informed by Sera that your request was accepted!

“But.” Sera stops you before you can celebrate “You're only there to keep track of the progress and to make sure nothing is happening under our noses” You nod your head in understanding

“Also…” she pauses “If anything involving this hotel happens, you will have to take full responsibility, understood?”

You nod again “yes I understand. Have you… told Adam yet?”

She shakes her head

“Ok… can you… not tell him it was my idea, please. I don’t think he’d agree if he knew.”

Sera sighs before nodding her head “Very well, I’ll tell him after you leave”

“Thank you.”

-

You return home, when you got back Adam was already gone, Sera must have already called him to the office. You dreaded when he got back. You didn’t want to see him upset, it hurt you to know how worried he was for you.

A few hours later, Adam comes through the door in a panic. He stomps up to you and pulls you into a warm and intense embrace.

“Don’t go down there. I need you here with me” his voice hitches as his wings wrap around you both, curling you both into a warm and feathery ball.

“Adam…” you paused, was this really the best thing to do? No, It had to be. If this goes well, not only will the extermination stop but Adam wouldn’t have to go down to hell ever again.

“Adam, you know I can’t go against Sera’s orders.” You kiss his cheek “and I won’t be gone forever, I’m only supposed to be there till the next cleanse. Not to mention, I’ll always come back to see you.”

Adam grumbled a little “I know, I just… don’t like you being in the same place that bastard is, and in his brat’s stupid hotel! ”

You laugh softly “Adam…” grabbing his hand, you put yours in it, showing off the gold ring on your finger “I’ll never forget my promise. You know that, right?”

Adam looks at the ring, the gold wrapped around your finger with a perfectly snug fit. Everytime he looked at it was just a reminder of your love for him. That promise was something he could never forget. He slowly raises your hand to his LED mask, kissing the back of it. “Of course not.”

“Good. I promise I’ll be fine, ok?”

He nods. Hand in hand, you slowly lead you both to the bed. The both of you lay next to each other, your bodies linked together like knots. You slwoly remove his helmet from his head, laying it on the nightstand.

Your hands move up his body before landing on his face, cupping his cheeks before pulling him to a kiss before snuggling into his chest.

-

Finally it was Time for you to leave. Sera allowed you to create portals back to heaven in case anything happened and you were in need of assistance. Adam walked you to the front gate.

“Ok, do you have everything? You didn’t forget that fucking angelic dagger I had Lute get for you right-“

You shush him “Adam, I told you I’ll be fine!”

He’s sighs “Damn it- I know that but just make sure to text me while your there ok-

You kiss him deeply “Adam. I know, you’ve told me a hundred times.” You smile as you cup his face “I love you”

He sighs “Love you too Sweetcheeks”

With one final kiss, you give Adam a tight hug before waving goodbye as you went through the flaming portal. As you went through, you take a second to look at your surroundings. In front of you was a tall building. You take a few steps back to see LED lights of a sign flashing the words ‘Hazbin Hotel’

You let out a sigh of relief. You had been a tad bit worried you’d spawn somewhere random and you’d have to find the building yourself. But it seems heaven at least spared you of that.

The red skies of hell were quite different from the pristine blue ones of heaven. Even though you just got here, you could already hear the sounds of screams and explosions in the distance. How welcoming.

You steel yourself and with three hard knocks to the door, you wait for someone to open it. Muffled Scurrying sounds of footsteps approach the door before it creaks open revealing the young blond woman in the doorframe, Charlie Morningstar.

“Hi! I’m-“

The door is slammed shut, Before opening again

“Be not afraid-“

It shuts again…

Well, this may be a bit harder than you initially anticipated. You go to knock again only for it to open once more. This time, the door doesn’t close again, instead the girl mutters a quick “Hi” before going quiet.

“Hello! I didn’t mean to scare you!” You give a small laugh before continuing “I believe we met a couple days ago?” You bring your hand towards her for a shake, to which she reciprocates.

“During the meeting with.. Adam? Right?” She grimaced when she mentioned Adam, which you decided to ignore, you simply smiled and nodded. ”but I don’t believe I caught your name?”

You tell her about yourself, about how your there to stay and monitor any progress the hotel may have. You made sure to pronounce ‘may.’ While you were hoping for this idea to show some kind of positive results, even you weren’t sure if it’d would work.

“Charlie? who’s at the door- WhatHolyShit-“ a woman with a red X over her eye suddenly shouts in surprise. You look over at her, She looked very familiar…

“Wait, you are-“

“Vaggie! Charlie’s sinner girlfriend! And you are?!” The woman known as Vaggie, highlighted the word sinner while performing a “be quiet” gesture with her hand. Your eyes widen a little at the ex-Angel in front of you but you simply smile a nod “I’m Y/n, I don’t believe we’ve met, yes?”

Look, lying is the last thing you’d want to do as a citizen of heaven but you figured that it would be fine if it was to protect someone. Vaggie nodded, her face scrunched up in a tense look.

“You feeling ok Vaggie? You’re looking a little… red?”

“I’m fine! *ahem*, Hun, how about you give them a tour of the hotel.”

Charlie gasped “Yes that's perfect, you may as well get acquainted with everyone if you’re going to be here more often!”

Charlie ran off, telling you “this way! This way!” Over and over. Before you went to follow her, you leaned toward Vaggie and said a quick “Relax, I won’t tell anyone.”

She lets out a sigh before muttering “Thank you”

You both follow Charlie as she shows you the various rooms in the hotel before leading you back to the hotel’s lobby and lounge area.

“Hey! Hello everyone!” Charlie’s voice picked up a little “I’d like to introduce you to our uh… new staff member?” You nod in agreement with the title. The room in front of you was shrouded in looks of both horror and amazement.

“What the hell’s an angel doin’ here?” A lanky spider demon spoke up first

“It’sss an ambush! seek Cover!!” The Snake demon shouted, seemingly grabbing an army helmet from thin air before taking a deep dive behind the couch.

“No Pentious-” She sighs “they’re here to monitor the hotel! Heaven sent them to scout any potential progress the hotel will have”

“It’s nice to meet you all” you look at the people in front of you, to say it was a colorful cast would be an understatement.

“These two are our current tenants of the hotel! Angel dust and Sir Pentious!”

The snake slithered slowly from behind the couch up to you, while the Spider demon remained rested on the couch

“Oh… *ahem* Excuse me dear! I am Sir. Pentious! Formally known as ‘the Architect of destruction’!” He laughs, a slight hiss sounding in his voice.

He offers a handshake which you accept. To which you immediately regret. ‘ Slimey’ you thought, before wiping your, now wet hand on your clothes.

The spider demon, who you now know as Angel Dust, just gives a wave with one of his 4 arms.

“And-“ Charlie extends the word as she quickly walk to a bar by the entrance “this is the recreational area, run by our Bartender, Husk!”

The winged bartender seemed entirely uninterested in your presence or even Charlie’s. The most you got was a small glance before he takes a swig of his alcohol and walks off.

“He’s not the most… social guy in hell” she awkwardly laughs before moving on to the next person. “And this is Nifty, our one and only maid at the hotel! Nifty say hi.”

The short woman scurried moved around you, her eye quickly looking at every every nook and cranny of you as she moved. She made numerous attempts to touch and grab various things on you, your clothes, wings, and eventually she tried to climb up you to get to your halo. That’s when you finally grabbed her in place “you're a… fast one, huh? Nice to meet you!”

“And last but not least! This is Alastor, the hotel’s executive producer and our first -and only- overlord sponsor!”

Immediately, you could tell there was something off about Alastor. The entire aura he gave off was as if he was restraining something completely and utterly ungodly. The static that surrounded him was just one of many whispers you could hear from his soul.

“Hello! It’s quite a pleasure to meet someone of your… holy status!” He offers a hand to which you, hesitantly, shake. “And what do we owe the pleasure for your service?”

“They’re going to be here to keep track of the progress of the hotel…” Charlie paused “you know I’m starting to sound like a broken record- here, it’s late, how about we all get some sleep and we can talk about it in the morning!”

“Fine by me, I am waaay too sober to be having social interaction this late” Angel picks himself up and stretches “I’m gonna hit the hay”

“Here I’ll show you to your room!” Charlie smiles “We -obviously- didn’t have time to make your own so I hope you don’t mind using one of the guest rooms” she laughs

She and Vaggie walks you to your new room before leaving you be, The room was nothing more than just your average hotel room. Of course it did have its differences, a multitude of… eyes seem to be on the wall, staring at you. Well, that’s not the least alarming.

You place your stuff down and begin unpacking, you mostly just brought the basics. Clothes, hygiene stuff, your phone, and, most importantly, a framed photo of Adam.

You sat the photo on your nightstand, angling it just right so that it would always be visible to you. As you do so, you think about the memory the photo brings, you took it on one of the first dates you went on with Adam. It was a relatively tame date, you and Adam, having a picnic by a lake at night. You brought candles so you both weren’t completely in the dark, and you just loved the way he looked, his golden eyes watching the water. The dim candle light illuminating his face with a warm golden shade. Adam hates photos of him with his mask off but… You just had to keep that moment in time forever.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Speak of the- well, you know the rest. The bright light from the phone comes with the notification sound displaying Adam in bold letters. You smile as you read his messages.

Dixkmaster69

Heyy Sweetcheeks, it’s been a bit since you left

You there??

Fucking answer

You let out a small laugh at Adam’s barrage of messages. He’s not used to you being away from him for more than a day, huh? Not that you could blame him, this is honestly nothing compared to how you feel each year he has to do the extermination.

Sweetcheeks

Hey love

Everything’s fine, I’m ok.

Aside from not having you with me :’(

Dixkmaster69

Fucking finally

You know you don’t have to do this

If I bitch enough to Sera I can get you back by tomorrow

Sweetcheeks

Please don’t, Sera already has enough on her plate.

I promise I’m going to be fine

I’ll be back before you know it.

Dixkmaster69

I know

This shit just worries me

Gonna miss hearing your sexy ass voice at night too ;)

You blush at the message before sighing. Whenever you or Adam approached a topic that made him uncomfortable, he would always try to change the subject to something that made him feel better. You knew why, Adam’s someone who rarely talked about his feelings, even after all these eons together that was something he hadn’t changed. You knew exactly what he needed, even if he didn’t explicitly tell you.

Sweetcheeks

I already miss yours too <3

Do you want to help me fall asleep with that heavenly voice of yours on the phone?

Dixkmaster69

Whatever you want Sweetcheeks <3

You smile when, almost immediately, Adam begins calling your phone. You click the lights off before You make your way in your new bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes you’ve been wearing. You grab the cover and pull it over you and tapping the answer button.

“Sup”

You yawn “Hey handsome, I missed your voice”

You hear his voice hitch before he caused on “Of course you did, no one has a better voice than the dick master. But uh, yours is a close second”

You’re let out a tired giggle, “such a charmer, you. How’s your day been huh?”

“Oh! don’t even get me started on that- Lute took me to get some ribs to ‘calm my nerves’ or some shit and they had me, ME, wait in line for like 15 minutes! The fucking audacity!”

You smile to yourself as Adam tells you about his day, the sound of his voice was like a sweet lullaby to your ears and you couldn’t get enough of it. But eventually…

“And then when I got home, I couldn’t find my damn charger and it took me like 40 fuckin’ minutes to realize it was under our bed, do you have any idea of how it keeps getting there?” He waits for you to respond only to be met with silence. “Uh bitch, I’m talking to you.”

More silence… well no, actually if Adam focused on listening, he could hear the faint sound of your snoring from the phone. Adam sighs,”Long day, huh?”

Adam lays back in your shared bed, getting comfortable. He sets the phone beside him, plugging it in while keeping it on speaker. He yawns, “Goodnight Sweetheart, can’t wait to see you again”

Slowly, the soft sounds of both yours and Adam’s snores filled each others rooms, a distant, but intimate connection. Even in slumber, you couldn’t stop thinking of your handsome and caring soulmate.

[nfr-girly]

Baking with Hasan // 🧁 🍰

Summary: Hasan invites you over for a baking stream

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-Hasan had the idea for a while to do a baking stream with one of his friends, he had already done one with QT so he wanted to do it with someone who chat wasn’t familiar with

-that’s when you came into mind, chat knew a little about you from seeing you in the background of some vlogs, but you’d never actually done a stream with Hasan before

-you and him met through Austin and have been really good friends since. Hasan was a little hesitant as he knows you’ve never actually been on stream before, so he wanted to ask you first before confirming anything

-he called you up and asked if you’d want to do a baking stream with him, which of course you said yes to

-Hasan didn’t know it but you had grown to like him as more than just a friend, on occasion you would think for a second that he might like you back, but every time you saw him with these gorgeous models you always give your hopes up

-LITTLE DID U KNOWWW… Hasan kinda likes you back <3 anyway 😋

-you guys call a few days before the stream to confirm times and everything, making sure you both have ingredients ready, you tell him you’re a little nervous about the stream and he reassures you that if you don’t want to do it, please tell him, but he makes sure you know he won’t let anyone be mean to you for even a second

-Hasan is so so serious about this too, he absolutely adores you and if he sees ANYONE be even the tiniest bit disrespectful to you trust he’ll be ready to throw hands

-a few days later you go over to his house and ring the bell, fidgeting with your hands and sorting out your hair

-Hasan hears the bell and all confidence drops. Kayas already at the door before he even comes out the kitchen. He sorts out his hair before opening the door.

-you look up and smile “hey! How are you”

-Hasan smiles back “I’m really good thanks. How are you? Was the journey okay?” Hasan lets you in and hangs up your coat for you, you kneel and pet Kaya as she hops into your lap

-one of Hasans favourite things is seeing you bond so well with Kaya, it’s partly why he likes you so much, you’re the only person who Kaya didn’t bark at when she first met you, it was like she had known you for years

-you two went into the kitchen and set up all your ingredients, talking a little about how you’ve both been

-“you know I’m actually gonna stomp all over you today; my cakes are superior” Hasan boasts

-“shut the fuck up you don’t know shit about baking”

-“yes I do!!” Hasan defends back

-the stream starts and for the next few hours the entirety of the stream consists of you and him blatantly flirting (trust there’s gonna be compilations on yt of you two)

-the whole chat can see through both of you and are so baffled at how blind you are to the other ones feelings

-eventually, you end the stream and start cleaning the kitchen, it takes you two about an hour due to the mess

-Hasan occasionally puts his hands on your waist as he moves past you

“thank you for coming over to do this, I mean really I appreciate it” Hasan tells you

“Of course no worries, it was fun we should do it again sometime”

Hasan pauses and thinks. Just ask her out already what are you doing?

“Hey listen I was just wondering- i don’t know, if maybe you wanted to go out sometime?”

You look at him as your breath catches in your throat

“Uh- yeah sure, is it just us or with some friends?” Please say just us

“Well I mean I was thinking just us. Unless you think that would be weird-“

“No- Hasan id love that” you smile at him as he nods, smiling himself

“Okay great, would Tuesday work for you?”

“I can check but it should be yeah!”

You two talk as he walks you to the door

“Okay then, well I’ll text you later about places we could go” Hasan says

“Okay then. It’s a date”

Hasan smiles quickly before you can see

He gives you a hug as you head to your car.

As soon as you drive away he smiles to himself and goes to find Kaya, who jumps up at him

“Hey pretty ladyy, she said yes didn’t she? Oh yes she did”

A ping can be heard from Hasans phone, he takes it out and reads it

You

Sooo where should we go? 💗

hasan types out a reply

Hasan

Anywhere you want princess.

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UGH THIS IS SO SHIT but I hope you liked it anyway 😘

🏷️ @mavericksice @thatsactuallyinzane @kaya-p @fullofgutsndopamine @inhibitionfreewriting @the-phantom-author @makeandshift @hot-insurrectionist @hasblair

[1980shorrorfilm]

hopelessly devoted to you

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pairing…ellie williams x gn!reader

in which…a certain someone remembers your birthday.

before you read…fluff. angst. cutie patootie ellie <3

it was a grueling day. the sky dim from the consistent storming, the rain damping your body and hair, up until you and jesse had taken cover at a moldy gas station. you sat there for an hour, listening to him talk about dina and their separation…their tenth separation? you lost track a while ago.

but you don’t judge, you hummed in agreement to his frustrations and nodded the entire time. you get him, you do. your failed love life could be a ten-minute-long monologue, you think. relationships are hard in the small community of jackson, everyone has their person or keeps to themselves. you prefer to keep to yourself. you don’t necessarily need anyone— not if you can’t have her.

infected that were migrating through had run you out of the gas station, you and jesse dodging branches and heavy rocks throughout the forest as you ran back home. you, of course, tripped over a dead stump and banged your head on nature's floor.

if you were jesse you would have laughed at yourself, but your generous friend could only watch in horror, worry painting his features while he helped you up, practically dragging your stumbling self until you were in the clearing.

every single muscle in your body was aching when you arrived at jackson’s gates, it felt like seeing the gates of heaven itself. you don’t know what time it is, the sky has been dark the entirety of the day, and your head is pounding.

“we should get you to the infirmary, just in case,” jesse tries, however, you are ready to call it a night and worry about your current issues tomorrow. probably a bad idea, sure, but you don’t care that much in the worn out state you’re in. “i’m fine, jesse,” you lie to the man, but the smile you give him is enough for him to back off, “just need a bandage and a very comfortable bed. not one of those cots.”

“you’re stubborn…ellie’s rubbing off on you.”

“shut up,” you jokingly tell him, chewing your bottom lip as your mind goes to ellie. the idea of seeing her sweet face after the day you just had would provide you more comfort than the bed you so desperately yearn for.

to hear her voice, telling you about the day she had, that you know for certain was miles better than yours. and that’s amazing— ellie williams doesn’t deserve a hard day in her life. you would take all of them for her, even if each one felt as cruel as today.

jesse walks you all the way home, an illuminating glow coming from your windows, despite turning the lights off before you had left. or at least, you had thought you did. you say goodbye to jesse, having to promise you will take care of your injury before bed so he would leave.

you open your door with a deep sigh of relief, eager to shred your backpack and soggy clothes, and slip into something comfortable.

you drag your feet down the hall, stopping in place when your shut bedroom door, swings open before you.

“fuck.”

“ellie?” your brows dip, a quiet laugh escaping your lips at the surprise, “what are you doing?”

“i, uh, well,” she scratches the back of her neck, turning around, waiting for you to follow her into your bedroom. you do, mind drifting to the thought of how unkept you left it earlier, not having time to deal with the laundry at the end of your unmade bed. ellie had seen that; you’re embarrassed.

you gulp, stepping inside the room, and the sight you’re met with confuses you. your bed is made. your clothes are gone. instead, there’s a beige teddy bear, one that’s unfamiliar to you, that’s never been in your room before. it’s undeniably cute, even with its left ear ripped and its eye poorly patched back on.

laid against its belly is a large and flat square object wrapped in old newspapers, tiny pieces of duct tape holding it together. where a classic and beautiful ribbon would be, are shoelaces, making a bow. or an attempt at one.

and laid against that, is what appears to be a doodled on piece of paper. you glance at ellie, then your bed, then ellie.

“i…” she begins, the soft expression on her face suddenly hardening when her eyes trail to the single droplet of blood falling from your temple, and down the side of your face.

“what the fuck happened?” ellie takes a few short steps towards you, grabbing your face with her coarse hands, and turning you so she can inspect the area. even when you try to turn your head, she keeps you still.

“gonna tell maria to pair us. i love jesse but—”

“i tripped, ellie, it couldn’t have been prevented,” you cut her off, but her suggestion does make your heart flutter, and you wouldn’t be opposed to it. you’d spend every last second you have in this universe with her.

“you don’t know that,” ellie says, the woman thinking she could do anything to protect you— even simple mistakes you cause yourself. she exits the room for a moment, and you can’t help but walk to the foot of your bed to get a closer look at the objects on it.

you pick up the paper, realizing it’s not just a piece of paper, it’s a card. a makeshift one. and the doodles aren’t just doodles, it’s a dinosaur holding three balloons. three of your favorite colors. happy birthday, it says. birthday…your birthday…it’s your birthday.

it had not crossed your mind once today, this week, or this month. you only thought about it a couple of months back when it was briefly brought up in a conversation. how the community you were born into utilized calendars even if there was nothing to look forward to anymore, and how you almost wish you weren’t informed on the day you were born. there was nothing to celebrate, no one to celebrate with.

ellie was determined to change that, and she did.

you open the card, a paragraph in the center of the paper.

hey y/n, guess what day it is :) if you couldn’t tell by the extremely beautiful dinosaur in a party hat, it’s your day!! happy fucking birthday, y/n. probably doesn’t feel like much of a celebration today. little do you know i celebrate you everyday. don’t tell anyone that. i honestly think i’d die without you so never leave me, yeah? i love you y/n. i could take up this whole page telling you every little thing i love about you but i’m not going to do that because i don't think i could stop. i hope you had a good birthday. if not i hope this helps. love, your ellie.

“sit down,” ellie reenters the room, not noticing the card in your hand, too focused on the medical supplies in hers. when she does, her face heats up, her pale face flashing red. you continue to hold it as you obey her, sitting next to the teddy bear. she waits for you to speak first, and you do the same to her, which causes a moment of silence as she kneels on the floor before you.

you’re taken back, utterly shocked by how fucking precious the girl could be, how good it feels receiving appreciation from her. getting love from her. not the love you have for jesse or dina, something different, something incomparable. she has your heart clutched tightly in her fist.

“thank you, ellie.”

“it’s nothing,” she shrugs, pouring a bottle of water on a bathroom towel, then bringing it to your face. she’s gentle as she wipes the dark red liquid away, dabbing the injury, scanning your face for discomfort so she can stop immediately. she’s definitely going to yell at jesse.

“it’s something,” you tell her, “and it means a lot to me…it really does.”

she halts her movements for a second, the embarrassment that maybe she did too much, vanishing from her body. “yeah?”

“duh,” you laugh slightly, “i didn’t even remember it, ellie. i was too busy having a shitty day. so thank you for making it better.”

ellie smiles slightly, holding back the grin threatening to spread across her face. she continues to clean your injury, knowing she could scold you for not seeking medical attention right away, but she won’t ruin the moment.

she finishes up by placing a clean bandage over the wound, pressing it delicately against your skin, an odd urge to place a kiss on your forehead to signal she was done. she thinks it’s weird, and doesn’t do it.

ellie reaches for the newspaper-wrapped object beside you, taking the card from your hands and replacing it with the gift. “open it.”

“you didn’t have to—” “open it.”

you groan, doing as told, fighting the annoying strong duct tape and peeling the paper off carefully, not knowing what’s beneath it. ellie keeps her green irises steady on your face as you do so, watching your mouth part faintly when you see the uncovered gift. “ellie…”

it’s a vinyl. an old one. one you’d listen to on a cassette tape until it deteriorated, and you had lost access to the heavenly vocals of the band you so greatly adored. ellie’s not familiar with them, but she had told you she would like to be after how highly you had spoken about them.

she hadn’t forgotten that conversation, or that band, and excused herself on patrol to seek out the damn vinyl in every music shop. she didn’t know it would be so hard, but even if she did, she would search again and again and again. it’s not only a gift, it is a reflection of ellie’s admiration of you.

“how— why— i don’t even have a record player,” you point out, eyebrows dipping slightly at the harsh reminder. “so?” she asks like you just said the silliest thing in the world. “i do…we can listen to it together.”

it’s then that you notice her hand on your knee, thumb grazing through the denim of your jeans in a repeated motion. you forget about the throbbing in your head, and you no longer care about the soreness of your body. that, along with the entire world, seems to fade away right now.

it’s not just your heart in her hands. it’s you, your mind, your soul, everything you have is in her palms. everything she tells you makes you feel weightless, like time pauses and you don’t have to worry about a single thing. just her. nothing else. just ellie. no one else.

“i love you.”

ellie smiles, “love you too.”

“no, ellie, i…” you hesitate, sucking in the air and then exhaling. your eyes are on the birthday card next to you, the vinyl in your hands, and then her widened pupils. you realize then, that you don’t need to repeat yourself, you don’t need to emphasize it. ellie gets it. your hands are trembling, and she holds them. but something is wrong.

the moment stretches on endlessly, watching a shadow of sadness flicker over her beautiful features. without her saying a word, that she has yet to do, you understand. she won’t say it back. not in the sense that you wish for her to.

“i…dina came to me…after her and jesse…she…” ellie’s quiet voice drifts off, sparing you the details of the night dina first showed up at her door, a repeated pattern until they finally shared an intimate moment that led to a short-lived kiss.

something you missed, because you weren’t searching for hints they had something. something you crave. her head is down, “i’m sorry.”

your confession now hangs heavy over both of you. you feel sick. you feel dumb. and yet, you force a small, understanding smile. “it’s okay.”

the words feel hollow. ellie feels like shit. she’s never cried in front of you, and she’s fighting back the tears that so desperately want to fall right now. she hadn’t meant for this to happen. she hadn’t met to fall in love with her best friend, all while her other friend was falling for her.

she could’ve waited— she would’ve waited. but it happened so fast, and ellie had made a decision already.

“i’m um…really tired,” you chuckle, trying to ease the tension, but it somehow makes it worse.

“y/n—” “do you mind if we call it a night?”

“you hit your head pretty bad,” ellie says, the sorrow tone of her voice now mixing with worry, “you should stay up.”

“you’re not my doctor, ellie,” you immediately catch the snappy tone you give her the moment the sentence leaves your mouth, biting your tongue in response. ellie doesn’t point it out nor make an argument out of it. she is the most understanding with you. even if the context is her simply looking out for you. you fold in your lips, still holding the gift, ellie finally standing up.

she doesn’t know what to say. at all. she could say sorry a million times but eventually they will mean nothing to you. she doesn’t even know if they do now. “i uh…i’ll leave you alone.”

the worst words you could ever hear from the person you love the most in the world. of course, part of you wants her out of sight after the humiliation you just walked yourself into, but the other part of you wants to go with her, play the vinyl she had gifted you, and lay together in her bed as her finger taps in rhythm to the music on your thigh. but you can’t do that. not when her bed is reserved for someone else.

you barely nod, “okay.”

she gulps, hesitantly walking to your bedroom door, the one she was so happy to walk into just an hour prior. there’s guilt in each step she takes, her cheeks hot and mouth dry. she stops in your doorway, tugging at her bottom lip with her sharp teeth, glancing back at you.

whatever she was prepared to say, dies on her tongue, swallowing it down and opting for something else.

“happy birthday, y/n.”

then she’s gone. and you’re left alone with a teddy bear; a permanent reminder of this night. happy birthday to you.

[matchpointfaist]

college best friend! art 🏸˙✧˖° ༘ ⋆｡˚

stanford university ˋ°•*⁀➷ 2006

you and art were attending the birthday party of a mutual friend, some entirely too loud, keg stand affair on sorority row. you'd always hated shit like this, hated the skimpy dresses and the flashing lights and the way it always seemed to smell like vodka and cigarettes. art fit right in, despite his generally shy demeanor, all smiles and claps on the backs of his obnoxious guy friends, empty promises that he wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

you spent the first hour glued to the sofa, an abandoned solo cup in one hand and your blackberry in the other, mindlessly scrolling through your contacts in an attempt to look busy. art had left you with a drink and a promise to return quickly, but your drink was half gone and he was nowhere to be seen.

finally, you spotted his familiar blonde hair through the crowd, a lazy smile on his lips as he returned to your side, "sorry, got caught up talking to the guys," he grinned as he flopped onto the sofa beside you, "you need another drink?" he was clearly drunk, or 3/4 of the way there, his eyes hazy and cheeks pink. "fuck it, why not?" you shrugged, "i don't have class tomorrow,"

so there you sat, legs dangling from your perch on the counter as art poured you each two shots, which you took with a grimace and tried your best not to gag. he took his own like a pro, smiling around the shot glass as he watched you.

two shots turned to three, which eventually turned to drinking straight from the bottle, art pouring the liquor straight into your mouth as you laughed. "you're a mess," he grinned as he wiped the corner of your lips with his thumb gently, smearing your lip gloss in the process.

you tried to ignore the way your cheeks heated at the contact; you were no stranger to art's touch, throughout all your time of friendship, but this felt different- charged, somehow. "we should dance," you found yourself telling him, trying to regain your composure as much as you could in your state.

you found yourself wrapped up in art, your back pressed against his chest and his arms draped around your waist, holding you to him as you danced to some fast paced, borderline trashy song. your vision was blurred by the alcohol and the cheap strobe light someone had hung on the ceiling, your heart pounding as his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you tighter, flush against his body.

"everybody's watching you," his breath against your ear would have been sobering had you not been so far gone, "prettiest girl in this room," your cheeks flushed deeper, the disagreement dying in your throat as his hands moved higher, ghosting over your ribs and chest, your skin burning as he brushed your hair from your neck, dropping his chin to rest on your shoulder.

"you fit so good against me," he mumbled against your skin, just inches from your hammering pulse point, "do you have any fucking idea how beautiful you look tonight?"

you twisted in his arms to look up at him, your lips parted as you took in his blissed out expression, the way he looked down at you with wide pupils and pink cheeks. "you're flirting with me," it came out like an accusation, your voice suddenly too loud after the tense silence, "why're you-"

his lips were on yours in an instant, cutting off your pointless question, kissing you like he'd die if he stopped, like the entirety of the room wasn't able to see, like every single passing moment between you had led to this. you were dizzy with the intensity of it, swaying in his arms until realization sunk in.

you pulled away, breathless, eyes wide as you blinked up at him, "art-" you all but panted, taking a stumbling step back, "we can't- what are you doing?"

you were out the door before you could see the stricken look on his face, before you could process the implications of the effects of this on your friendship.

art just stood there for a moment, in the space where you'd just been, his fingers pressed to his lips that tasted like vodka and your cotton candy lip balm. you stumbled home, collapsing into the single bed of your dorm, curled up in the hoodie art always left over.

he stayed at the party, trying to bury his yearning for you in some random blonde, kissing her with half the effort he'd given you, any satisfaction falling away when he opened his eyes and didn't find yours staring up at him.

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Don’t know if you take writing prompts so if you don’t feel free to ignore this I have an idea for a dcxdp crossover ghost hunger au ( but only if you want otherwise it’s just Danny being able to eat anything and everything literally )ghost prince Danny au Redeemed Vlad au Vlad x Maddie x jack 

 Halfas were mistaken for a lot of things in mythology and being very rare they were often considered the “special ones” of whatever species they were mistaken for and the last halfa before Vlad was the one that inspired the novel of Dracula Yes there are vampires, but the one from the story of Dracula was not a vampire

Anyway, Danny trying to hide from the GIW decides to lean in on the mistaken identity, and what better city to do that in then Gotham, the one rumored to have monsters already patrolling its streets anyway Danny, gets mistaken for a vampire and Danny decides to roll with it setting up shop in an abandoned cathedral while trying to get the undead of Gotham back into the zone ( Grundy, the talons, Jason, and possibly a few others)

And Vlad occasionally has him going to galas for business (and practice for when Danny is the ghost king ) and of course, Danny continues the vampire act there too tone down, but still enough to give off an otherworldly vibe

I love this idea! I think I've only ever seen one other story about fake vampire Danny.

I'm not really able to write an actual story with world building or anything nice like that (trust me I've tried not pretty🫠😆), my stuff is usually just gibberish that I clean up a bit before posting, so I'm really sorry if you wanted an actual mini story.

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But I'll try to do a little prompt!

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Tell Me What I Am

There had been some odd rumors going around Gotham.

Those who were more sensitive said that the dead becoming aware, most didn't pay much truth to all that was being said.

Still everyone was more alert feeling like the entirety of Gotham was in the presence of something Other.

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Jason didn't enjoy going to the galas when he was young and now as the recent 'No Longer Dead Wayne Child" he was forced to go once again.

He looked around trying to avoid all the rich snobs that were trying to push their daughters practically into his arms

He snorted at his thoughts, "Very much not my type."

Distracted he bumped into someone and oh-speaking of his type.

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Danny didn't mean to bump into someone especially the guest of honor of the gala but it had been a while since he was able to properly eat something that actual filled him up and not just distracted his mind a bit before it came back,

So forgive him for being distracted and-

oh

oh?

Oh!

"You smell divine" he mumbled in between his suddenly overly sharp teeth

"..Wha-Thanks I guess?"

Danny's foggy mind suddenly snapped back into sharp focus once he felt Vlad call for him.

He quickly fled from the man

' Shit I almost bit him what the hell! '

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Jason thought back to the night of the gala

"Hey B, do the Masters seem...odd to you?"

Bruce glance up from his work

"Did something happen?"

He thought about the sharp fangs suddenly in the young man's mouth alongside his comment feeling almost like prey under his intense gaze that pinned him in place with the sheer hunger and want in them.

How the older man pulled him away but not before Jason saw his eyes flash red for barely a second.

"....Maybe."

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Just an Idea

Hope this was to your taste Anon!

[another-random-paradise]

Hii!! If you’d wanna, can you make short headcanons about the house wardens except Kalim and Idia with a reckless reader, like (for example); is chasing after grim for doing something stupid and sees a shorter but dangerous short cut and takes it, almost breaking a leg but they don’t bc their crush (not bf yet) catches them with their magic, (I believe he only said five people, but if not five, I would like if it had Malleus, Leona riddle, and Azul)

(btw I really like your writing! Keep it up, but don’t forget to take care of yourself <33)

A Rewarding Chase

Tysm for the request and the kind words!! It was very fun to write! I took the chasing grim idea and ran with it- made sure to try and not make it to repetitive!! I do have a four character limit, if you want the others too feel free to send a second request (I wouldn't mind, i had so much fun writing this-)! And take care of yourself too <3

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Reckless Reader being saved by him while chasing grim

Characters: Malleus, Leona, Riddle, Azul

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of possible Injuries(Nobody actually gets Hurt)

Malleus

-It's already rather late, Malleus is on another one of his evening walks.. when he suddenly hears someone running, and you shouting

-He decides to check it out, because chances are, you're being reckless again. Also because he would get to see you again :) Nevermind that he saw you earlier during classes

-When he does, he, just as expected, saw you chasing after Grim once again, who knew what the little guy had done this time? He decided to just watch at first- at least until you once again decided to do something awfully reckless

-Grim decided to go down a steep staircase, and instead of running after him, you decide to jump down the stairs, in oder to catch up faster. And if there is one thing Malleus knew, it was the fact that humans are rather fragile, and that you would break your legs doing this Jump

-While very much shocked, he acted almost on impulse, the young fae Prince pulls out his Pen and stops you mid air. Being the powerful mage that he is, you can't wriggle yourself out of his magics grip. Once he sat you down at the top of the staircase, he was kind enough to also get Grim back

-A soft smile settles on his face as he questions your antiques, wondering if you weren't aware of your own fragility. You are, you just decide to ignore it!

-After sending Grim home, he asks you to join him on his nightly walk, he would love to know more about your impulsive decisions! He really just wants to know more about you in general. And in typical Malleus fashion, he doesn't even notice the faint blush on your cheeks!

-He tells you to call him, should Grim cause trouble again, he knows he wouldn't be able to change your reckless nature. And he doesn't want to- it is another part of you, and he loves all of you. He just doesn't want you to get hurt <3

Leona

-He has never been awake this fast.

-Leona was just once again napping in the botanical garden- When the sound of shouting woke him up, yours and Grim's shouting to be precise. He didn't think much of it, this happend pretty often after all, but nonetheless he decided to lazily open up one eye

-And thank the seven he did, because now he was very much awake and staring at you, as you climbed one of the tallest trees in the entirety of the garden.

-Turns out, Grim has decided to climb up a tree, and you being you, went after him. Well, people tend to be heavier than cats, so eventually a branch broke underneath you.

- The tree you were on wasn't at all small, the fall would very much end in multiple broken bones, if not worse!

-He quickly pulled out his pen, catching you. Grim got away in the end, while Leona scolded you told you off. He complained about your antics interrupting his nap, and that he won't catch you next time. He absolutely will, and the actual reason he's upset about your antics is that it worry's him

-He might just force you to stay with him, so that you, and i quote; "Won't cause any more trouble", but really he just wants to be close to you. But then again, could it really be considered forcing, if you willingly agree? who'd say no to napping with their crush, after all ;)

-He might occasionally glance at you, while trying to go back to napping. He isn't entirely sure how he fell for someone as reckless as you, but you know what they say: Opposites attract :)   

Riddle

-It was just supposed to be a normal unbirthday party.

-Riddle, of course, invited you, like he always does! Pretty much the entire dorm except maybe Deuce know about his crush on you by now And you in Grim were pretty much a package, you invite one, the other comes along.

-Riddle doesn't mind, of course! He does Who was he to demand time alone with you, it's not like your dating! He really wishes you were... were it not for Grim being such a trouble maker

-Grim had decided to throw a tantrum after not getting "fed enough", as in, he got the same amount of tarts as everybody else, before running off. You run after him, and in turn Riddle goes after you, as he already knows how reckless you can be

-And thank the seven that he did, as just as he finally catches up, he sees you trying to jump over a Rose bush to get to Grim- Sure it would break no bones, but the amount of thorns could severely cut you, and leave scars, or worse get infected!- The small Redhead is panicking to say the least

-He quickly takes his pen and uses magic to pull you back, almost making you bump into him in his panic!

-He scolds you almost immediately, if you were a part of his dorm he would have collared you! He wouldn't have, this man plays favorites Though you can't help but notice how not even once he brought up how you could have ruined the Roses or your Uniform.. All he cared bout was your health! And that made you happy, I mean, your crush actually cares about you!

-After helping you catch Grim, the party was already over, so he bids you farewel, sending you back to ramshackle, before both of you return to your respective rooms to comprehend the situation and blush :)

Azul

-How someone as organized as him could fall for someone as reckless as you? He doesn't know, but he did.

-This is proven as, just like always, he personally came to attend to you when you came to eat dinner at the Mostro lounge. He says it's because it's a busy night, but really it's an excuse to see you! And you don't question it because you get to spend more time with him because of it! 

-But alas, Grim didn't wanna behave, so after being told that they were out of his favorite food, he took of and somehow climbed onto one of the lamps. 

-You weren't having it, not today. You usually try to hold your reckless nature back in front of Azul, not wanting to terrify your crush, but Grim's tantrum just ruined the great conversation you were having with Azul ,ordering desert!

-So, you climb onto your seat and leap at the lamb! Considering you aren't focused on landing properly, but on catching grim, chances are very high you'll Hurt yourself, most likely straining your ankle

-So, Azul being a Gentleman, as well as not wanting to taint his reputation by letting a guest get hurt He'll hate himself if he just let's you get hurt, uses his magic to catch you, as he isn't the strongest physically 

-He sends the eels after Grim while taking you to the VIP lounge. You think he's about to ban you for live, but actually he checks up on you, making sure you weren't injured in the process of the jump, as well as that his magic had no side effects 

-You do have to stop him from banning grim for live

-He may just draft up a contract about being more careful with your antics, or to at least think twice before acting, you don't even realize how much you worry him! You most likely refuse, knowing that you can't just stop yourself from, well, being yourself. But he does make you sign a contract to not speak about what happened.

-You leave, smiling to yourself, now knowing that your crush cares about you, as he sits in his office blushing about the whole situation, just hoping the twins don't walk in 

First Riddle request!! Very exited because I love the mini Tyrant <3 Also, for Azul's part, for one line, I wanted to originally write 'Your crush' but decided to change it to Azul, and almost published this with it saying 'your Azul' I-

Feedback is welcomed, just be nice!

Remember to drink water! Have a nice day/night <3

[pomefioredove]

Just read the whole "Yuu gets sold off by Crowley" stories and OMLLL THEYRE SO GOOD XDDD Any chance you could do more on it like if Niege won or if the parents heard about it and also decided to adopt Yuu and Grim?? Maybe the other staff adopting her too or more on Crewel's adoption please???

requests for the crewel ending are in high demand I see...

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | 'bad' ending | RSA ending

summary: a crewel ending type of post: short fic, mostly speculation characters: crewel ft. other staff additional info: platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, definitely pre-book seven, parents being cringe

If Crewel were allowed to beat Crowley to death with one of his designer handbags, he would have.

...Unfortunately, with the adoption paperwork fees (...and a need for more designer handbags), he regrettably still needs this job.

And he'd like to keep an eye on you while you're still here, too.

The animosity between Crowley and the rest of the staff is unspoken, shared through passing glances and dry remarks at meetings, and though the matter is "settled", in Crowley's own words, no one seems keen on letting it go anytime soon.

The students who participated in the bidding war are subject to months worth of extra homework, harder exams, and worse studying hours from Crewel himself. To teach them a little responsibility, he says.

You, at least, are exempt from his radical new lesson plan. You have enough on your plate as it is.

After all, as soon as the legal proceedings are through and your identity as an autonomous human being in Twisted Wonderland is secured, the "fun" begins.

Your uniforms are tailored and rightly fit, you're given a proper meal plan, even Ramshackle is decorated with a few of Crewel's personal touches. A throw rug here and there, a fresh coat of paint, anything to cover up the rotting interior and turning it into something worthy of envy.

"...Given that Grim doesn't start shedding everywhere," Crewel had said. "Ugh, pets."

The rest of the staff are just as helpful, citing your recent experience with the bidding war as reason to take it easier on you for a while (or for the rest of the semester, really). Trein gives you less homework, Sam "accidentally" doesn't ring you up a few items...

It starts to feel more like the entirety of the staff has adopted you.

Not that you mind, of course. This is the closest thing you've had to family since... well, since coming here.

There's just the one thing, though.

"I don't know why you waste your time with those untrained pups. Honestly. The idea of their tacky shoes touching the rugs in here..." Crewel sighs. His eyes turn to you. "You know, I hear Vil Schoenheit has been looking for someone to take to his next shoot..."

Ashton chuffs. "Don't be ridiculous, they need someone who's strong enough to take care of them! Kingscholar is a real star once he gets motivated,"

"Please tell me I didn't just hear that," Crewel massages his temples. "And might I add, I'm their father, not you. I give the blessing. You're more like the unwelcome uncle crashing the family barbeque."

Grim nudges you with his elbow, muttering a quick yikes before darting out of the kitchen. You groan in embarrassment. "Guys..."

"I'm just thinking about what's best for them," Ashton says, puffing out his chest. "They're at an age where they're going to start thinking about dating, and we want them to make good choices."

"Guys,"

"Exactly. Schoenheit is a perfect gentleman, a master in my class, and has the style to back him up. Kingscholar can demonstrate occasional intelligence, but he's still another housecat," he shudders. "The shedding..."

A tired voice from the doorway interrupts their tense back-and-forth, much to your relief.

"Goodness, the two of you, at this again?" Trein scoffs, taking a seat at the table. "This conversation is highly inappropriate. You shouldn't be controlling the poor thing's romantic prospects, if they even have them. When the time comes, the choice will be theirs to make."

Crewel huffs, rolling his eyes and leaning against the table. Ashton kicks his feet. And neither utter another word.

"Good," Trein says, then clears his throat. "Ahem. But that's not to say that we can't offer our guidance. That Vanrouge did quite well on the last History of Magic exam..."

You groan.

[leon-on-the-froggy-chair]

rambling in the tags like a madman

Leon stans be like "Leon Kennedy would never🥰" "Leon Kennedy would treat me right🥰🥰" when this man's average lines are "women🙄" and "following a lady's lead just isn't my style" and "maybe you're not heartless after all" to a woman who's saved his life 27473 times